A/N :

Q-A the Authoress : My family forced me to take driving lessons but after a few weeks I could finally convince them that I simply wasn't made for driving a car, I was scared and hated it so they allowed me to cancel the lessons. That probably saved a lot of lives. XD

Natalie : Awww, you're too sweet! And my goal are 100 chapters, then it's party time! ^_^

Shamangirl1 : Not plainning to do chapter about that right now.

BookwormBri : Don't worry, I won't stop posting anytime soon, sometimes I just need a little more time to get a new chapter done.

Xion5 : Hahah, then your grandpa must be like mine, according to the stories my mother told me about her having to drive in a car with him after she got her drivers license. Jack is also lucky there are not dozens of traffic signs ruining his fun. ;)

Also thanks to AyameKitsune, Peppapig11, sakiko of soleana, boundbybooks, sauara and the new followers!

Several people asked about Jack's memories and his human life, so here you go! Will be at least 4 chapters.


The night was peaceful, quiet, a clear dark blue sky with thousands of stars and the bright full moon shining down on the young spirit sitting on one of the large rocks surrounding the lake of Burgess. Cerulean eyes were focused on the golden item in his hand, its metallic surface reflecting the faint light casted from above. It was now or never. He had waited so long for this moment, for 300 years to be exact. Yes, he had already seen his most important memory, that he had a family, a sister, that he had sacrificed himself to save her. But he knew that there were many more events from his past life stored away in this small ornamented toothbox. Being both excited and nervous about what he was going to see Jack took a deep sigh and gently placed his hand on top of the golden case.


"But I want to go with you! I can help!"

The 6 year old brunette boy stared at the tall man in front of him, large brown eyes trying their best to achieve the ultimate puppy look and get the desired reaction..

"I'm sorry, Jack, but I already told you you're too young for it. Hunting isn't for little children." the man said with a deep and caring voice, a hint of amusement about the boy's eagerness resonating with it while he put on his leather coat.

"I'm not little! I lost my first tooth already!" he protested and crossed his tiny arms, sulky expression written all over his face.

All it got him was a hearty laugh of the dark-haired man with the short beard and the olive-colored eyes.

"But father-"

"I said no, Jack."

Wincing at the more serious tone the boy's shoulders sank visibly, just like his spirits.

"You heard your father. You can help me here instead."

Until now he hadn't paid attention to the woman standing at the modest kitchen corner behind him. Her brown hair was tied back and worn in a bun, eyes in the same colour glancing at him shortly while washing the dishes.

"That's boring, I wanna go hunting."

"Hunting is too dangerous and I don't want you to get hurt." the woman stated and dried her hands with her apron.

"I don't mind danger." the 6-year-old mumbled and slumped onto the floor resignedly.

"Listen to your mother, she's right." the man said and sighed at the crestfallen look on his son's face.

Just like any normal parent he couldn't stand seeing his child sad. Kneeling down in front of him to be more at eye level he put a large hand on the skinny shoulder.

"I'll show you how to hunt, but it's not the right time yet. Once you're older you can accompany me."

Jack's eyes lightened up the tiniest bit and gazed at him curiously.

"Promise?"

"Promise."

The little boy smiled happily and threw his small arms around his father's chest, who patted his head lovingly before standing up. After giving his wife a quick kiss he grabbed his rifle and exited the humble cottage which they called home.

"You certainly got the stubborness from your father's side of the family." the woman chuckled.

"Now, you wanted to help, didn't you?" she stated rather than asked, handed him a cotton towel and pointed at a pile of wet dishes.

The brunette child wasn't excited about this chore at all.

"But mother-"

"Jackson Overland, no 'but' anymore."

There was no way arguing back when he heard that particular sternness in her voice, he knew how far he could go and yeah, that limit was pretty much reached by now. With an almost inaudible grunt, which sounded more adorable than grumpy, he reached for one of the plates and started drying it with the dishtowel.

"Good boy."

With those simple two words uttered in the heart-warming tone only a mother could produce, the tension in the air vanished in an instant. Cheeriness replaced it when he was met with a loving smile and a few sprinkles of water in his face.

"Hey!" Jack half protested, half chuckled and rubbed the sleeve of his shirt over his cheeks.

Mrs. Overland let out an amused laugh before continuing her work as if nothing had happened.


It was a day in early spring, flowers had barely started to stretch their colourful blossoms towards the sun , but temperatures were warm enough to allow the chocolate-haired 7-year-old to leave his accursed shoes at the cottage and go outside barefoot. Right now he was playing tag with another boy and two girls. Cheers of victory rang through the air as he caught one of the females and then watched the other stumbling over her own feet and landing on the earthy ground.

"Oh no, my dress is all dirty now! This game is stupid, let's play something else!" the blonde protested.

"Don't be such a killjoy, it's fun and you know it." Jack retorted grinning mischievously and hurried after his next victim.

He halted in his tracks when he heard the familiar voice of his father, cringing slightly at the seriousness that swung with it.

"Jack, come home, we have to talk to you!"

Crap. That was all the young boy could think at that very moment. He was convinced he had gotten up to something and his parents had found out and were going to reprimand him for it now. The whole village was aware of the little Overland being a master pranker in the making. But what exactly they had found out, he didn't know. Meekly he bid his friends goodbye and looked very much like a lamb that was led to the slaughter.

However, when he reached his father's side his worry was eased as soon as he noticed the warm smile on the grown-up's face.

They silently walked back to their cottage where Jack's mother was already waiting for them. Mr. Overland stood behind his wife, who was sitting at the plain wooden table, and put a gentle hand on her slender shoulder. Their son had decided to just stand in front of them and wait for what they had to say. Whatever it was, there was no doubt about it being something important.

"There's something we have to tell you, Jack." the dark-haired man finally said with a deep voice and let his wife continue.

"You'll become a big brother." the woman smiled happily.

It took a moment for the information to sink into the 7-year-old's head. Was that supposed to mean that-

"Your mother is pregnant. You'll get a little sibling." Mr. Overland explained calmly after he had seen the dumbfounded expression on his firstborn's face.

All of a sudden the confusion and the shock dissappeared and Jack's features lit up as he bounced up and down in excitement.

"Really? That's great!" he exclaimed and ran to his mother to hug her.

"What's it gonna be?"

The petite woman shock her head and stroke her son's head, gazing into those curious huge brown eyes.

"I don't know, we'll have to wait until the baby is born."

"I hope it's a boy, there are enough girls around already." he reasoned.

"Haha, we'll see, Jack, we'll see."


A winter storm raged on, a mixture of rain and snow splattering against the windows with the wind howling fiercely through the small village. But no matter how boisterous the weather was outside, Jack could still hear the screams coming from his parents' bedroom. His mother was giving birth and his father as well as the delivery nurse had ordered him to stay out. He had lost track of the time, it could have been minutes, it could have been hours, all he knew was that it felt like eternity to him. While he wished he could somehow help he also realized that there was absolutely nothing he could do right now, which didn't make the neverending waiting any easier to endure. After sitting next to the bedroom door for a while he had started to walk a path up and down the room, every round with increasing speed and impatience.

Then, all of a sudden, the screams of pain finally stopped and were replaced with the high-pitched crying of a baby. Jack stood still and soon after the door was opened and his father allowed him to come in.

Swallowing a lump in his throat the brunette boy was yet about to decide which emotion was dominating him. Excitement, happiness, nervousness or curiosity.

As if he subconsciously tried to raise the suspense his feet only carried him slowly towards the room of his parents and eventually to the bed where his mother was resting. Exhaustion was written all over her face, strands of hair sticking to a sweaty forehead, cheeks flushed and dark rings under her eyes. And yet, those tired hazelnut coloured orbs shone with so much love and contentedness while she lovingly held the small bundle in her arms.

"Hey, Jack. Meet your little sister." the woman said quietly.

A girl? He had wanted a brother so badly. But the moment he laid eyes on the fragile being wrapped into white cotton sheets, the dissappointment which had barely lasted two seconds was washed away. Suddenly the gender didn't matter anymore. He was a big brother.

Smiling proudly he extented a hand towards the baby who mustered him for a moment before grabbing one of his fingers with her tiny hand. Just then, he had made a decision. From this day on he would protect his sibling, he felt the urge, desire and need to do so. The well-being of this little girl was his responsibility now.


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