There are loads of OCs. Hard to keep track of a bit sorry ~Meadow (Kale)

Disclaimer: still don't own this.


I never did leave the earth. For some reason I am bound to stay here. I have now been long dead, but my family lives. During the days I would watch my great-grandchildren. They have never seen me, yet Emma knows I am there. I kept an eye on her, she would talk to me if she was afraid. Than one day Emma stopped, she grew up. She stopped dreaming, she never mentioned me again, or my brother. The only thing she didn't stop doing was her promise, Emma always protected her brother, until the day she lost him. She did everything in her power to save him, but nothing, not even the greatest doctor of that time could save him. Jack died at the age my brother did, but not saving his sister's life. He did save his younger brother. Jack found Fredric outside he nearly froze to death. That week Jack became sick, pneumonia, it was within two weeks Emma lost him. She kept her promise with me, by keeping Fredric safe. He was only five at the time, but he knew Jack got pneumonia thanks to him. Emma made sure he never took those thoughts too far.

Tear's passed, and Emma grew older, she lived to be eighty-one years-old. once she died, I looked after her children, and their children. I watched as they made it passed the depressing tears of the 1930s. When the family was almost loss, only a young girl eight years, and her older brother, just seventeen. When the next horrid war came, he never did leave her, not until she turned sixteen. That year 1943, David was forced into the war, his only family, his baby sister never seen him again.

David's sister, Emily died far too young, she only had one child. Emily died when her son was six, bu tnot before she told the stories of my brother and I. His name was Jason, but he never did believe me, or my brother. Our story died, thanks to him.

"My mother's stories, make no sense. Who would believe in Jack Frost anyways."

In 1978 Jason's only daughter was born Mary. She was the first in our family not to hear the stories of years ago. No stories that were given to her father. Our story ended, so I once believed.

With the stories gone, I never seemed to remember my brother. My descendants claiming to have seen him in the wood, so I kept looking, but I began to lose hope. I watched Mary grow up, go to high school. I remember her first date, her prom night. I remember the day she was married, an two years later, I met a little version of my brother, Jamie, same bright eyes, brown hair. He grew up as I was told Jack did. At age seven, Jamie made a promise.

"Meet your new little sister, Sophie."

"Hi Sophie, I'm your big brother, I will always protect you, I promise."

Jamie did keep his promise. Until the day he died.