Final part warning, is sad, but some things my not be super well explained. I would like it that way to match this type of writing style. Hope you enjoy the final part! ~Meadow (Kale)
Disclaimer: Still not my things here, only plot line.
Jamie was different from most of my descendants. Somehow unlike his mother, and Sophie, he still knew the stories. He read the myths of Jack Frost. He never did know the story of how he died, but of what happened to my brother, he told Sophie. Just like everyone else, he had white hair, and blue eyes in the story. Jamie was the first to say his name out loud. He told all the stories to Sophie, she would hold onto every word.
Jamie protected Sophie the way Jack did to me. Growing up, they were just as we were three hundred year ago, before he was lost. Unfortunately history seems to repeat itself. Jamie didn't make it to see fifteen. Just like Jack did for me, Jamie took the place of Sophie. He fell into the river, similar to the one I would never forget, where my body laid.
It was a year later, as I did years before, Sophie finally went back to the river's edge. She brought flowers, for her best friend. Since that day, Sophie lost her few other friends, after her horrid day.
"I wish you were here Jamie, I know you did it for me. You lost your life thanks tome."
She laid up against an oak tree, tears covered her face. Just as it happened for me. It hurt so much to see such a lovely child break. I still remember the day I laid under a pine tree, wanting no more than to see my big brother. It started to lightly snow. My soul laid up next to the other oak tree. A boy, seventeen, walked over, white hair, blue eyes.
"There you are Soph, I know you miss him, but he will be here soon."
"How, why, he did it for me."
At that he appeared. Jamie, only with white hair, blue eyes. He look so much to my brother. He would protect her, she will see him still. Sophie, unlike I had, will b eat peace. Jack looked at m , his eyes, now as they once were, brown eyes, hair matching. He was in the same outfit, as the horrid day he fell. He handed his staff to Jamie.
"Here you go great-nephew, take care of your sister, my job of big brother is long overdue."
I was a girl once more, as I looked the day he was lost. I was leaning next to an old pine tree. The day part of me died, my soul never grew away, it was finally back. I hugged him, and never let him him go again. We walked hand in hand to our graves over a newly frosted path. Finally my grave rang truth. I had my brother once more, the reason I was still bound to earth. The last thing I saw was the smile of a young girl. Sophie had her brother, than I had mine. We reached the stones by a creek that still ran, old after three hundred years. No one has visited in so many years,. The moss grew, yet the words could still be seen.
"Jack Frost: a brother, friend, son."
"Emma Frost: a mother, grandmother, friend, a sister at long last with her brother."
With that my brother, and I hand in hand still, left the earth at peace, at long last. Th ecreek still ran, the creek after years of waiting, stayed until I could see my brother once more. The world was silent, as we left, with one final rush of the water.
