YES! OVER 100 FOLLOWERS! AND MORE MEMORIES
DICLAMER – I DON'T OWN ROTG
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A tear fell out, quickly followed by a river of them.
"What do you mean mama's gone?"
BEING HIS SON BEING HIS SON BEING HIS SON BEING HIS SON BEING HIS SON BEING HIS SON
This was getting a bit much for Jack.
His head was worse than it was earlier, making it hurt to even think. He could fell multiple doors in his mind opening, as if the memories were keys. Form what he learned so far, any significant events that would have affected the way he acted were shown to him as a flashback, giving him a huge sense of déjà vu. And, from how nauseating he felt, it was going to happen again.
"Pippa, wait up!"
The years had passed drastically since we last saw Jackson. He was 12 now. He had grown in high, and lost some of his baby fat, giving him a more serious face than before. His younger sister had grown too. She was five now, and very fast.
"Can we see daddy, please Jacky, please" she emphasised the last please, showing how much she want to go. She ran into the woods, Jackson not far behind. The other children were playing in the cool spring mourning, not noticing that the two Overland children were going to disappear, again.
Over the last four years, the two children lived with Johnathon, who of which Jackson hate with a passion and Pippa adored. Their mother's house was still there, ready for Jackson to inherit when he was older, but for now, John's house would do. However, he lived in the centre of the village, which made it harder for their unofficial godfather and honorary uncle to visit. It was also harder for them to visit their father without anyone noticing, although occasionally he snuck in at night, which wasn't hard for him to do at all.
"Jacky, we're here! We're here!" Pippa showed into the forest, but Jackson doubted that anyone from the village could hear her. In front of them was a hole, not unlike a badgers (A.N. – DO YOU GET BADGERS IN AMAERICA?). This one, however, was slightly bigger and went vertically downwards.
"Me jump first Jacky!" squealed Pippa and then she jumped, disappearing into the hole. You could hear her giggling on the way down. Jack smiled affectionately and joined her.
BEING HIS SON BEING HIS SON BEING HIS SON BEING HIS SON BEING HIS SON BEING HIS SON
The hole looked familiar to Jack. It took him a moment to realise, but when he did…
"No way, that isn't possible… Spirits can't have children… That's impossible! I mean, yeah it kinda explains most of the stuff, but seriously! Out of all the spirits in the world, Pitch Black was, no, technically he still is, my father."
There. He said it aloud. He had a theory that he had some sort of relation with Pitch, where else could he get his powers?! But now it felt like that was the key that opened many doors. It didn't stop more doors appearing though.
But Jack had never heard of a spirit having a child before, let alone with a mortal. Yet again, he had never heard of an adult seeing a spirit either. He would ask Sandy, but he isn't here… The memories carried on.
BEING HIS SON BEING HIS SON BEING HIS SON BEING HIS SON BEING HIS SON BEING HIS SON
Jackson followed his sister through the dark tunnels that resided underneath the forest. It was impossible to see you hand in front of your face, let alone the path that the children were following. It was like a labyrinth, there was so many openings to go down, and they were the ones you could see.
Jack smiled bitterly. It seems that his dad (that was going to need a lot of getting used to…) hadn't changed the décor in a few centuries. So after this, he should be able to navigate his old home away from Frost's place. Jack blink, then smiled at the irony of hating someone with the last name that he would soon adopt for his own.
"Daddy!"
Jackson smiled as the came a crossed a comfortable room which held a sofa and a worn out armchair. While it was dark, it wasn't a bad dark, and the fireplace that was opposite the doorway lit the room and gave it a warm feeling to the atmosphere. Sitting in the armchair was Pitch. He hadn't changed in 300 years, which wasn't surprising. He was reading a book, but Jackson couldn't tell what it was about due to it being in French. Pitch looked over to see Pippa running towards him.
"How is my favourite daughter in the world?" Pitch asked, smiling as he put her on his lap. Pippa didn't disagree with his decision, and started blabbing on about her time in the village science that last saw each other, which was about four months ago. Their visits were becoming more and more irregular and it scared Jackson how quickly his relationship with their father was drifting way from each other. It was a different story for Pippa.
Pippa barley knew her mother, what with her dying when Pippa was one. She understood that Pitch was her father, but he was barley there for her, which upset Jackson greatly. He knew Pitch tried his best raising the both of them, but he hadn't had to be a parent for a long time, for he had been a spirit before human kind was around. He made a brilliant history teacher though.
It wasn't long before Pippa nodded off on Pitch's lap. Father and son sat in silence.
"Hey."
"Hey"
The silence continued.
"Jackson?"
"Yes dad?"
"Promise me something."
"What?"
"Don't die as young as your mother."
"Okay dad."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
I KNOW I WAS SUPPOSE TO UPDATE YESTERDAY, BUT I WAS AT MY FRIENDS SWEET SIXTEENTH… YEAH. BUT FOR THAT, I DECIDED THAT JACKS COULD FIND OUT IN THIS CHAPTER… TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK OF IT.
REVIEWS!
GUEST (1) – AS YOU CAN SEE, HERE IS AN UPDATE
GUEST (2) – I AM VERY SIRIUS.
LUNARCATNINJA – AND AS YOU CAN SEE, I HAVE CARRIED ON THAT METAPHOR ON.
RIGHT NOW, I'M RUNNING OUT OF ORIGINAL IDEAS FOR JACKS MEMORIES. GOT ONE? PLEASE PUT IT DOWN IN THE REVIEWS AND I MIGHT USE YOUR IDEA.
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