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AU 23 (1713 AD)
Finally, January 5th, three months since that party of my 'miracle' and that big fight between Dad and Mom. It's been three months and I started to find out my unusual powers. I remember the room that day when I first arrived at my own house since my rebirth and the room suddenly froze with frost and ice. It turns out I was the one who caused all that freezing and stuff. The Priest blessed the house at first but later found out it was my doing and told me to keep it private for any unsuspecting villager claiming me as some ice mage or sorcerer or whatever. Only the Priest and my family knew of my powers so it was not much of a big problem.
It was close to midnight so everyone's asleep except me. I would do this every night, practice my ice powers alone in my room while everyone's asleep so I wouldn't cause any rockus or attention. Trying to live a normal life nowadays is really hard.
I opened my eyes and quickly sprung out of bed, bringing the bedsheets falling to the floor but I kept my volume down. I quickly made a quick look at the clock to find it close to 11:53 P.M. By then, everyone in the village is asleep so I have no worries right now. I sharpened my eyes to find my staff laying back on my right corner. I quickly tip-toed across my room to grab the staff quietly and head downstairs. It's amazing how no one woke up yet after making the floorboards creak all too many times. My family must be heavy sleepers? I quickly made my way to the door with only a few creaks from the floorboards. To me, this was a miracle. Seriously, the floorboards have gotta wake at least Mom up since she's like really overprotective nowadays and have sharp ears. What's keeping them asleep in front of all this noise? I slowly grabbed the door knob hoping to not make any noise. But it slow creaked under pressure. Either they're dead because they could've woken up by now. I turned the knob to the right and slowly brought the door closer to me as creaking noise hurtle my thoughts of being caught. I slipped the door close to enough so I could slowly fit myself through the door without fully opening it. Damn, that was close. I nearly stepped on a nail as I slipped my body through the door. As I closed the door, I heard a clopping sound. From somewhere. I quickly search the perimeter of the hallway to find where that horse stomping noises came from.
To my left, it's just a wall with a closed window and an empty table right below it. A portrait of the family stood near the window but not too close to the edge where it would break if the wind pushed it. Ah, the family picture was actually a painting 5 inches by 3 inches which we took when we arrived at Burgess. I was still young holding my Mom's leg while my Dad and Mom were sitting on a log bench. Pippa was still in my Mom's belly so my Mom looked like a fattened Viking woman. I quickly turned my focus in front of me to see a wall with two wooden doors. The left wooden door was Pippa's room who I guess kept it locked just in case I would suddenly prank her. Ahh, good memories. The right door was where my parents slept doing who knows what and why. Surprisingly, I heard another horse stomping noise inside my parent's room. What the hell?! How could a fucking horse get into my parent's bedroom and fit inside it without waking my parents up. And you call my rebirth a miracle, I call this God's sign of a new Messiah.
I heard another horse stomping noise inside their bedroom, what was going on in there. I know I'm not aloud to go inside their bedroom but my curiosity and complete sense of reality being rocked had gotten a grip on my legs as I slowly turned my gaze to the door knob. There better be a good explanation for this.
Crreeaaak
SHIT! A large floorboard bended off its limit and nearly broke. Curse my off pace and lack of focus. I got to be more quieter. Jeez, my legs feel like a ton of lead or something as if breaking one simple rule had suddenly became a life or death situation. What the fuck is wrong with me, today?
Quickly, quickly, now. I slowly made my way across the wooden and unstable hallway without creaking anymore wooden planks. God that was tiring. It was like making my way across a death defying bridge with lava underneath me.
Slowly, Jack. You can do this. Every passing minute is like my heart had skip a beat.
Slowly, I opened the door and pushed it out without creating a big enough noise to stir up any sleepers in the house. Pounding in my heart as it rock back in fourth told me that either my parents were asleep or awake from all that noise. What I saw was unbelievable that my heart skipped a beat and my hands suddenly felt wobbly.
Golden sand trails slowly passed through my parent's bedroom's window and crept slowly above my parent's heads creating three dimensional paradigm's of horses with my parents riding them and seemed zooming passed but are stationed in one section of the drizzling atmosphere. I felt myself in some sort of dreamscape since this was unbelievable. Golden sands creating figures of parallel illusions of ourselves doing something while we sleep was not one of the visions of reality I imagined it to be. This golden sand, created my parents doing something that they were happy with, riding horses and winning races and becoming ranchers or something. That was their dream when they came here. Look how that turned out to be. Hmm. Maybe the golden sands create people's wildest dreams while they're asleep and create a dreamscape of them living the dream. Because that was the only idea popping in my head right now that made actually sense. Wait. I heard of this somehow. My Mom told me a story of this golden sand thing a long time ago. Yes! I remember now. There was this guy name ummm... what was that again. Dream Man. Mansand. Manman. That's awfully ridiculous! What kind of name is Manman?! Ah! Sandman! Yeah, My Mom told me long ago that he creates good dreams while we were asleep.
Hard to say that this theory of Sandman actually make sense in reality but seeing this is enough to convince this theory as proven. Riding horses was my parent's dreams since they arrived and they're asleep while dreaming that dream so I guess the Sandman theory fits, sort of. Ugh! I need actually proof that this was Sandman's doings. I gotta find out who was controlling the sand, not just this I held my staff close to me as I slowly creak forward taking my first steps in my parent's bedroom.
Just then, I heard something else to my left, through the walls. It was my sister's room through those left walls from me but the noise was unrecognizable. I gotta check that out first, maybe Pippa's in trouble. I slowly crept my body through my parent's door taking one last glance at the golden trail. Oddly regular but my perspective of reality had been lost since I was reborn and I had weirdo ice powers so I guess anything's possible nowadays.
As I crept through the hallways again taking my time so I don't wake anybody up, I heard some mumbling of someone's voice coming from Pippa's room. Shit! Someone's in Pippa's room! Oh God! I wonder what he or she is doing inside Pippa's room. Maybe they're thieves or robbers or maybe they're some kind of magical beings from fairytales. Anything's possible inside the magical world of What's inside this creepy room?! I felt vibrations through the wooden floorboards as I slowly made my way to Pippa's door undetected. I gripped my staff tight as I stood just a few inches to the door. Well, ready or not. I tightened my grip on the door knob as I prepare myself for what's coming, either something menacing, terrifying, or something else, I'm ready.
I quickly boost myself through the door like a maniac preparing for a fight when I only saw something evil lurking next to Pippa's sleeping body. The dark shadowy silhouette of a man came too close to Pippa, touching the golden dream paradigm, and fusing the golden sand into dark black sand; almost like turning a dream into a... nightmare. My sister fazed from a harmonic tune to a discomfort face as she groaned as her golden dreamscape dysfunctioned to create a black paradigm of me laying down, as if dead. It must be Pippa's nightmare. This man had turned her dream of rainbows and unicorns into a nightmare of me being dead and Pippa trying to revive me. This man...is making Pippa uncomfortable, and no one messes with Pippa but me. My anger fuels the frost on my staff as I geared up for a fight.
"Get away from her, you fucking dick!" That got the dark shadowy man's attention which I shot a large frozen shard of ice in his direction. He quickly dodged it as if he just...teleported into another corner of the room, from my right corner of my vision to the left, he just...teleported. I was shocked as if astonished that this man can teleport, then again I could shoot ice and create snowfalls and blizzards so I guess I shouldn't be surprised much.
My sister quickly woke up in shock as she dazed from her nightmare. She quickly looked around to find me aiming my staff at the shadow man.
"Jack, I thought you were..."
"it's okay Pippa, get close to me," she quickly bounced off her bed and hugged my leg as I sharpened my focus on the shadow man.
"Jack, what are you pointing your staff at?" She quickly asked as she stared at the dark man, or at least where I'm pointing my staff at.
"At the dark man!"
"What, dark man?" She quickly looked up at me in confusion. How can she not see the visible dark man right in front of us! Is she still dazed from waking up from a nightmare! Whatever! I just got to finish this guy off for making my sister's discomfort while she slept.
"She...she can see," the dark man stared at me with his yellow beady eyes in astonishment. How can she not see me?
"How can she not see me? I'm a boy with ice powers not a ghost?! Jeez, can't you be seen? The entire village and my family can see me, I'm not invisible," I quickly let my staff go a bit as the dark man looked at me with fear and astonishment. What's up with this guy? He quickly took a step back as if I'm dangerous.
"You're a spirit?! You shouldn't be seen, just like me! Only spirits can see other spirits," the dark man stared at me with his surprised yellow eyes again. He was again astonished by my presence.
"I have no idea what you're talking about!" I quickly pointed my staff at his torso again slowly taking a step forward while Pippa hugged my leg in confusion as if I'm talking to nobody and I'm just plain weird.
"You're an ice spirit, right? Only believers can see you?!" I stared at him in confusion. Believers? What the fuck is he talking about?
"I really am lost here, man. People can see me, so what, I don't need people to believe in me to see me, people...just see me. Look, just...get away from us!" I quickly pushed the dark man with my staff and he just...disappeared like some ghost. I quickly hugged Pippa to comfort myself more to comfort her since she's just awfully looking confused right now.
As I continued to hug Pippa, I began to trail off in that conversation me and that man have had. That was awfully strange and really weird. I didn't know I was an ice spirit? Is that why I can control ice, because I'm an ice spirit? And what is he talking about believers and them seeing spirits? I looked at Pippa in discomfort. She probably didn't see the dark man because...I guess because she didn't believe in him, right? I was more scared than she is. If I'm a spirit and I need believers to see me, then why can everyone I meet can see me? And who was that dark ominous shadowy man?
I quickly looked at the confused Pippa as I reassured her it was nothing. I hope it was nothing because I'm so confused at myself, too. I need to tell this to someone...
Pitch Black's first POV:
As I transport myself through molecule and molecule to another shadow by the power of dark magic, I quickly ponder about that mysterious ice spirit and his unusual power to be able to see without any support of Believers and Seers since the Mist usually block any presence of spirits into the view of mortals or obscure the vision of fairytale objects and creatures to ordinary visions of normal objects and beings as if it was nothing. The boy was well the first spirit in history to be able to dissipate the Mist around him and able to be seen by any normal. This was astonishing, which would explain why he still lives with his normal mortal life. This boy is breathtaking and unbeliveably powerful. If people can see him, then his powers would be boosted enough to cause...maybe the next ice age such as 10,000 years ago or maybe even a snowball Earth where the entire surface of the Earth was covered with ice and snow 750 to 650 million years ago during the ages of the Kaigas, Sturtian, and Marinoan. His powers might cause the very extinction of the human race which ultimately lead to the extinction of all spirits, including me since there are no believers or nightmares to raid people's minds. This boy is like a doomsday device of ice and snow, waiting to be tapped.
Suddenly, a thought banged in my head as I evilly smiled. Maybe, just maybe this boy could be of use. Maybe, I could use this boy, against the Guardians, once and for all...
