Its nice to finally upload another chapter to this chapter, I think I've given myself a good basis to carry it on. Thank you for keeping with me and being patient with this story. However, I've some how managed to gain three ongoing stories, so it might be difficult. Anyway, here you go :)
The boy was always breaking rules, yet somehow never got into trouble or problems. He wasn't the type for rules. He'd changed so much. Seeing him as the young Jackson Overland Frost that I came to love, with a positive outlook for everything and an constant care and bond with his sister, to the mischievous Jack Frost with no company, no rules and no cares. It pained me. To see him just an arms distance from his sister, and not even recognise her as she and their mother mourned his death. The village had a depressive aura, which meant that the children hardly ever ventured near the forest. Jack was always drawn back to the village of Burgess, but I was forced away. With no fear radiating from the village anymore, there was no need for me, so I had to leave. I still watch the teen whenever I can, keeping a watchful eye over him. Someone had to, Tsar Lunar had completely abandoned him after his rescue and the Guardians either weren't told about him, or just chose to ignore him. Yet, no matter how much he tried to hide it with his happiness, I could see the sadness within him. A loss for something. Maybe it was me, maybe it was his family, or both. But it was surfaced to his facial features every time he would forget about his spirit nature and would try to talk to someone, a disappointment wiping over him as they would pass straight through him. His attire would change, as would mine, to accustomed the current style. However, as time passed, I began to notice a considerable amount of children passing through me, like they did with Jack, as the Guardians began to take over with hope and light. Eventually, it was inevitable, I was forgotten. Somewhere in my head, something was nagging, saying it would eventually happen whether I listened or not, I would eventually be written off as a children's tale, a mockery if something went bump in the night. There was not much I could do about it. Everyone that was somehow related to fear seemed to slowly be dying out, Bloody Mary doesn't have as many calls anymore and I think most people have forgotten about the Headless Horseman. Even Halloween wasn't as scary as it used to be. It was embarrassing to be so stocked with power and then lose it in the blink of an eye...
I stand at the edge of the pond where I lost the Jack that I knew, that I fell in love with. Stooping down, my fingers skim on the think layer of ice, black sand winding and swirling within the glass like substance. I look down, watching it's movements, smiling warmly at the memories that seem to surface whenever I return here. No matter how many time I look, I always seem to be able to see the large crack where he fell through, even though he'd covered it many times with ice since then, removing the physical image. Now it was just my mental image. He seemed to always keep this pond locked in an icy embrace, even in the very depths of summer, resulting in some very disturbed weather from my daughter. Maybe he was doing it unconsciously, trying to remove a forgotten memory from his head from when he died. Suddenly, the sands stop abruptly, blocked by a appearing glitter of new, delicately etched, frost. I frown slightly and look up at the cause. I suppose I should've already know. Standing on the other side of he pound, looking directly at me, is a teen boy clad in brown jeans and a blue hoodie, the hood lifted to cover his snowy white hair and his staff cocked to the side, reflecting his relaxed manner. The same teen boy that I lost two hundred and eighty five years ago and haven't had contact with since. He seems to be staring at me, intrigued. Wasting no more time, he begins walking across the pond, not even slipping, with a confident walk. He stops in front of me, raising his head slightly to look up at me. His beautiful hazel eyes have shifted to a captivating sapphire. His chestnut hair has shifted to a winter white. But his look doesn't seemed to have changed at all, it's sill caring toward me, even if he doesn't understand why.
"Why did you stop following me?" He questions, pulling his hood down, revealing even more of his beautiful face. That definitely wasn't the sentence I expected to leave his mouth and it catches me off guard, leaving me mute with the occasional stammering.
"You watched over me, when everyone had given up with me. Why'd you stop?" He repeats, explaining his question.
"Y-you knew?" I stammer, still completely awestruck. After such a long silence between us, things seemed to be changing.
"I got warned by the Man in the Moon and the Guardians that the Nightmare King was following me relentlessly. Now, at first thought, someone that goes by 'the Nightmare king' or 'the Bogeyman' isn't really someone you want following you. But when I saw it was that person that had been watching over me for two-hundred years, it didn't bother me anymore." He replies, grinning up at me. I can't resist pulling my hand out and placing it against his cheek. He tenses, shocked at my sudden move, but instantly relaxes, as if recognising my touch.
"You don't remember me." I breathe, smiling warmly to hide the true extent of my disappointment.
"No, but something in the back of my head has been telling me I should since the first time I saw you." Jack replies. Pulling away from the teen, I grimace at the sudden feeling of loneliness looming over me once again. Backing into the shadows, he attempts to follow, but the shadows are my domain and I quickly begin to lose him.
"I'll see you around Jack." I give my farewell.
It would be another fifteen years before I was reunited with Jack Frost again and his attitude will be completely different toward me.