Jack's P.O.V.:
Time marches forward I still don't know who I am really. Like why can I speak to dragons. Snowy wasn't the last one I ran into in the past century I seen people die on battle fields. I never settled down in a place to call home. Would be nice to have some idea on where to call home. I noticed the man with the blue eyes and dark brown hair that was almost black a few times I wasn't sure if it was the same one or someone related to the first. He looked so sad though. I did what I could to make him happy but nothing ever worked.
"They are all gone my little Frost. All but Leon. I know you never met him but he is keeping an eye on me so I don't do anything stupidly." The man said to a grave that looked like it was replaced constantly. The man was often alone sometimes he had company in the man he called Leon other times there were dragons and the dragons talked to him. I looked at the grave once it was for a 18 year old boy named Jackson Overland.
I eventually made my way to an island and saw Snowy again. Snowy told me that the island was named Berk the weather was bad the whole year and there was a dragon problem. I was unseen there and moved on quickly. I eventually found a castle that Snowy and I could call home. I found a room that I liked it wasn't too big it had a bed that's all I needed. I didn't need to eat and Snowy only visited me. I redecorated the castle with ice and snow. Every once in awhile I would fly to nearby places to see what people would do. 1912 things in the world were getting heated and not in a good way. I have seen the blue eyed man a few more times he still wasn't happy but has gotten over the death of Jackson Overhand. He changed his name to Merlin Collins. I did go back to Berk a few times and the dragons were treated well eventually a black Dragon didn't seem to like me and a young teen asked him what's wrong. I didn't try to interact with the boy and just flew away. More wars happened I wasn't happy to watch but that's all I could do.
Merlin's P.O.V. :
I ended up fighting in the war in 1914. The war eventually was called world war1. I was a medic and with a little magic my patients were always healed physically. I still missed my son who died too soon. I wonder at times if he would have still been around like me. I still had Leon he was fighting in this war. The snow brought me peace while it was there but also great sadness since it reminded me of Jack. I know it has been two hundred years but it doesn't make it easier to know what happened that day.
Somedays I think I saw a boy who looked like Jackson my son except his eyes are ice blue and his hair is snow white. I didn't think he knows I can see him but I saw him talk to dragons and I noticed how most walk through him. I also noticed that some nights he would try to talk to the moon. He would ask why he was here. The moon never answered the question. He would then fly off. Every year on my son's birthday I would be at his grave with Leon.
I found out the boy's name from a dragon named Snowy. Snowy got his name from the mystery boy centuries ago. The spirit named Jack Frost. I thought about talking to him but a few of the dragons didn't seem to like him. So I'll hold of for now. "You see him two?" One of the kids in town asked me and I nodded. They then asked me how so they got to see my powers. The kid was delighted with the display of magic. I wouldn't believe that this kid would one day be related to me and the spirit named Jack Frost. I was late for a meeting with Leon but I don't think he cared enough to hound me about it.
I know all Leon and I can do is watch the world change around us. Eventually with time I became a myth and no one really believed in magic anymore.