Set before the movie.
Day after day. It was normal, it was monotonous. It was boring and mundane. But most of all, it was sad. Jack did not have much of a reference on anything other than this, but it was still sad. It was so quiet, all the time. He was not sure how to handle it at first.
The wind tried to help. It was his friend. His only friend. He cherished it with every ounce of his heart because it would not leave him. But it never spoke either. It had its own way of talking, but none of that could quite relieve the ache in Jack's heart.
No matter how much time he spent within the wind's embrace, it never managed to quell the ache of loneliness. The wind was like a pet in a sense. It could never be tamed like a pet, so perhaps in a way it was like how a human thought of a god. They were always present, almost familiar, but wild and untamed. A constant companion that you had no say or sway over.
The fact of the matter was that the wind was all Jack had. He had no friends, he had no family. He was alone. That was hard to come to terms with at first. Jack had cried and yelled and cursed and blew up storms that killed and hurt. That was the worst thing about being alone, he realized. That he could be so upset that he could hurt people. He killed crops and drove them away from their homes because the winters would get so bad.
He felt shame for that. More shame than he felt for anything else. When people died, or got sick, or starved because he could not control him emotions and thus his powers. The first few decades were the worst for that.
Jack had no one that could help him. The wind could not teach him how to use his powers. The wind could not even teach him how to utilize the gifts and favors it was giving Jack. The moon created him, gave him life and a name. But it somehow forgot to mention what his purpose was. It gave him all this power and all this time to use it, but forgot to give him an instruction manual so that he did not end up killing everyone around him.
The moon had abandoned him.
That was the only explanation Jack could come up with. His mind was still young by so many standards. The moon never talked to him, never answered his desperate questions. It never eased the ache in his heart, or the silence that was slowly eating at his mind. It refused. It ignored him.
Jack must have been incomplete. He was an accident. The moon would not abandon his children like he did Jack unless Jack was only there because of an accident. That was the only explanation after the ghost theory had run its course.
The moon did not abandon all of his other children. They were strong and powerful. They were regarded highly by everyone else. They were known, they got invited to parties and gatherings. They were loved.
But no one loved Jack except the wind. That was better than being completely alone, Jack knew. But he still yearned for more than an invisible being, even on their plane, that had no voice and no real sentience. The wind did not have a conscious thought. It was above that level of evolution, if it could be called that. The wind was ethereal and otherworldly, even for the immortals.
Jack yearned for someone to hug him because no one ever touched him. He never knew what a hug was or what it felt like. And yet he wanted to be pulled into the embrace of someone that cared for him. He wanted to be held like a precious child, to be safe and protected. Jack wanted someone tosmile with him and laugh at his jokes and pranks. He wanted someone who would talk with him late into the night when the silence and darkness was too much to bare alone. Most of all, Jack wanted someone to look at him.
But Jack was a lesser known ice spirit. Despite his apparent status as the Spirit of Winter, it was still always Jack Who? Immortals did not like ice spirits, Jack was quick to find out.
He stopped trying after a while. It was not worth all of the pain. Jack was alone, but that was fine. The silence would always haunt him, but he would not let it affect him. Jack could take care of himself. He did not need anyone else there.
So why, then, when he sat alone in the soundless world, did he feel so hollow?
Afterword: Hey y'all. I don't know how many people are reading Darkness so I'm going to do my spiel here.
How many people would be interested in me writing an original story? I know a few people mentioned that they wouldn't mind seeing something besides ROTG from me, but I want to know how many people would actually be interested. I realize that you have no idea what I've been working on, so you're going off of example.
The story I'm thinking of is something that's been cooking in my brain for the better part of five years. It's an alien war story, to put it simply. It's not human vs alien, either. It's mostly alien vs. alien and sometimes is human/alien vs. alienX2 but alliances have a tendency to flip flop a lot. I'm very proud of it and have worked really hard on it thus far. There's lots of character angst, because I know you guys like that. There's some romance too, but it's not center of the story. I'm thinking it's going to be on an arch format similar to Invisible, but obviously in chronological order. It takes place over a ten to fifteen year period, give or take, so there will be arches of intense action and time breaks for when things run stagnant.
I have hopes of publishing this one day, so if you're interested in reading it, tell me. I'm in desperate need of feedback. Of course, if you're not interested, then just ignore everything I just said. And I'll be off to go do important things now. Ta!
