So this is after Chapter 26 in MWoN and before 27...
Jack moved out of the workshop while the guardians got everything ready for the memorial of Sandy. He just couldn't do it with them, he couldn't- just couldn't. They also wouldn't be able to stand his power that his emotions create; he was barely holding it in now.
The wind swirled around him as he slowly walked across the snow, sending swirling frost patterns across the uneven snow. When he knew he was a safe distance away from the workshop he dropped to his knees, this staff falling to his side while his hands slammed into the ground. A cry escaping his lips as he released his emotions, snow and hail fell around him, swirling as the wind tried to comfort him the only way it knew how.
He didn't want comfort though, he wanted Sandy; Man of Sand. It was his fault, he should have woken the guardians or stayed with them not chasing after the nightmare and calling him to help. No, it wasn't your fault; he could hear Sandy tell him in his mind. With a deep sigh he began to take deep breaths and settle his grief before standing.
Closing his eyes he kicked his staff back into his hands and grasped tightly, letting the wind sway him softly. A tune echoing in his mind, one that was harmonized by single tunes and fluctuations blended together. He couldn't remember where he had heard the beautiful music, nor does he mind not knowing.
He felt his body move, spinning, twirling to a song that only he could hear. His staff swirling around him in his hand fluidly, he could feel his power seep out and build up as he created his own memorial to Sandy. He let his emotions flow out with each move he did, centring himself once more and letting his memories take over.
From the river to the sea,
From the mountains to the plain
You can hear the wind whispering their name
He could hear the water rush beneath his feet of the ice and the wind whispering in his ear, Sandy stood by his side as they watched the meteor shower. Sandy had asked Jack himself to be there with him seeing his brother's race across the sky.
From the songs of the Autumn's tribe.
To the beats of the Summer clan's drums
With the aid of Winters coldness
And the Spring clans endless hope
You will remember them
Jack laughed as he and Sandy raced across the continent, dream sand and snow intertwining together to bring sweet dreams and light snow. Sandy had wanted to accompany Jack bringing winter at the end of autumn and to hear the song of autumn one last time for that year.
For our loss are still with us
Their spirit with ours,
We will always treasure them
Jack stopped his eyes popping open as he came to a stop, his chest heaving bringing small swirls of frost with each breath. Before him stood an ice statute of Sandy resting on his dream cloud, a soft serene smile on his face. Frost symbols and patterns curled up the pillar the statute at on and curled around the front into Sandy's name.
A sad sigh escaped his lips before looking up at the moon, "I will always believe." He whispered before turning away and heading back into the workshop, missing the way the moon beam shone down on the statue; lighting it from within.
A/N: D: The feels!
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