I'm starting to feel better now. I can get out of bed but Sally won't let me leave the hut so I help around with chores. I don't wanna but they deserve the help. Jack and Mary were also helping today, for the main reason they wanted to be there if I passed out. I'd passed out about three times every day. After the work was done, the three of us sat on the mat and played 'guess the animal'. (We had to pretend to be an animal and the others had to guess in case you were wondering).

I can't stop thinking about it. Today is the last day I am ever going to see Jack. And what about Mary, after seeing him die, how will she cope? She'll blame herself. Thinking too much, I didn't notice the tears coming from my eyes, but the other two did. Mary shuffled up to me and hugged me around the waist, burying her head into my chest. Jack put his arms around my neck and hugged me too. I put one around each of them.

"Sis, are you ok? Why are you crying?" Jack asks me worried. (Me and Jack are like brother and sister now, very close).

I can't tell them what's going to happen, it has to happen. But what do I say, I have to say something. I make sure Mary couldn't hear so I whisper into Jack's ear.

"Promise me you'll keep her safe. I have a bad feeling something bad is going to happen." I say. Jack slightly breaks from the hug and nods his head looking straight into my eyes with determination. Mary lifts her head up and I see her face covered with fear and worry, for me.

"Hey, don't make that face." I place a hand on her cheek. "Let me see your beautiful smile like you always show me. I wanna see those pearly white teeth that even the Tooth fairy would be jealous of." I comfort her. She returns it with her innocent smile making me smile.

"Jack, can we go ice skating now?" Mary asks her brother with pleading eyes. He nods then turns to me to say 'you joining?' I shake my head.

"I'm still not feeling too well, both of you go. You've promised her long enough don't you think?" I say with a mischievous grin which Jack returns. Jack puts on his cloak then they both go into the next room and get their skates.

"Sally, Jack and Mary are going ice skating now." I shout to my adopted mother.

"They are?" She races from the other room towards Jack and Mary who were just about to leave the house. "Be careful you two." She says like another mother would. Mary pulled on Jacks arms encouraging him to go. Jack laughs.

"We will." He says, and they leave.

Sally lets go of the front door (a.k.a cloth) and walks up to me with a smile.

"C'mon you, we'll make dinner, John will be home soon from the hunt so we'll start the veg." I nod and follow her to the cooking area.

It's happening. It's happening.

Five minutes, maybe ten (no clocks here) of preparing the veg and I get more and more worried until I can't take it anymore. I stop cutting the carrots, drop the knife and run out of the hut. The last thing I hear was Sally calling my name. I ran as fast as I could to the lake. I was almost there, running through the forest, I'm almost there. Then I hear it.

"Jack!" Mary! No! It's happened! I need to get there NOW!

I run as fast as I possibly could until I get there. Mary was lying down on the ice crying and shouting Jack's name. I rush over to her and held her in my arms not wanting to let go. I'm so sorry Mary, I am so, so sorry. She cries into my jumper, arms around me and repeating 'it's all my fault'. I push her away slightly so she's looking straight at me.

"It is not your fault and never will be Mary. Jack loved you, it was his choice. He loved you so much. I'm sorry Mary, I'm so sorry." I pull her back, stroking her hair and shushing her to calm her.

I whisper to her "I'll protect you."

It's been two month since Jack fell through the ice. I'm sort of taking over his job, looking after Mary, getting firewood, became the newest children's entertainer, but I'm not Jack. He's the only one who can actually do this. All I can do is make sure the children and my family keep smiling.

Its spring now, the lake has thawed out and all of us (the children) are outside climbing trees and playing tag in the woods. I'm not as fun as Jack was, but at least I'm making them smile. We all played outside, having as much fun as we could until it got dark. We decided to have a little change tonight though.

About a month ago, I found a place in the woods, open space, beautiful, and the trees hung over like a canopy except for the Moon peeking through. I used some logs I found in the area and placed them in a circle. I put animal fur over the logs to make comfy chairs. In the middle I made an area where we could light a fire. Tonight, we are going to tell stories.

Mary and I sat on one log together; there were four other kids that joined, Joseph, William, Pippa, and Elizabeth who sat on the two remaining logs. We all took it in turns to tell our own stories; Joseph had just finished telling his spooky story making the other kids slightly spooked. Want to know what his story was about? The Boogeyman. Of course, now that he was mentioned, I can only imagine he's lurking around here somewhere. Well I know how to cheer them up. I think it's time people started to know the name Jack Frost.

"Beth your turn, you tell a story!"

"Can it be a happy story, please?"

"Tell a funny story!"

"No tell us a fairy tale."

"Ok, ok, well I already have a story in mind to tell you all." Here goes nothing; I guess I'm kinda letting the future leak through here.

"My story is about a boy, a lonely boy and he was invisible to the world. No matter what he did, nobody could see him and it made him feel sad. However, he saw this as an opportunity." Then I feel a slight breeze causing me to pause a little. Is he here? "He decided that because nobody could see him, he could have a little fun, cause a little mischief, and play a few tricks. You see, this boy wasn't a normal human being, no, he was a spirit of winter." This caused a few ooo's and aaa's from the kids. "He makes it snow, makes frost patterns and freeze the waters. He is the boy who starts the snowball fights, he is the cold wind that nips at your nose, and he is the boy full of mischief and made for fun." The air seems to have gotten colder now.

"Bethany, who is this boy?" Elizabeth asks.

"Yeah, what's his name?" Joseph adds.

This made me smile, well, he we go. "The boys name? His name is Jack Frost. Whenever you see it snow, whenever you see frost or ice, he is there, watching and smiling." I pause and all the children are wide eyed and smiling at this new thing they have learned.

"I've never heard of Jack Frost before."

"Me too, is he real?"

"Can we ever see him?"

"Well he is new ya see, and yes he is real, real as you and me. And see him? Well you need to believe. After all," I turn to Mary and smile, "believing is seeing." She smiles back at me and hugs me, remembering the talk the three of us had the morning we shared. She then yawned and two others joined in. I laugh.

"It looks like you lot need some rest." I pick up a stick from the fire which was lit and poured a bucket of water over the fire leaving only the stick alit.

"C'mon, let's get back to the village. Maybe the Sandman will bring you all good dreams tonight." I smile and the group follow me.

I just finished walking the last kid back to the hut and it's just me and Mary left. She's on my back, she fell asleep. Walking back to our hut I see him. In the dark, tall, black with glowing eyes, staring at me. He is staring right at me, I can't look away now, he knows I've spotted him, what else can I do but run. So I do.

Getting back to the hut, I place Mary in her bed and tuck her in before I walk back out of the hut. He's still there, looking at me. Now, I should look strange staring at nothing in other people's eyes but the village was silent. Everyone was inside getting ready to sleep. Then he starts walking towards me. I can see him fully now. He wasn't scary looking at him in the movie but now I can feel the fear, I don't want to be scared because I know I don't need to be but I can't help it. This man radiates fear.

This man is Pitch Black, The Boogeyman.

Wait, I'm getting dizzy. No, not again, I can't. Not now. It's happening again. I feel dizzy, I feel like I'm about to fall. I feel the same as that night I woke up here. I look up towards the Moon, it's full and brighter than normal. What's happening? Then it went black.