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Chapter Five
Spring had officially arrived in the colony of Burgess. Now that the ground had thawed, those who had perished during the harshness of late winter would find their final resting places.
Though I tried to hide it, I was rather nervous about the whole ordeal, and paced along the road that led to the church. The spiralling frost I left in my wake was the last of it's kind, until nine, perhaps ten, months from now.
I froze in my tracks when I spotted the crow flying towards me. Never before had I received an order from The First in broad daylight, and, for the first time, I felt nervousness bubble up inside of me.
Charl-
"No." The word escaped me before I could really process what I was doing. I had never refused before. It was an unthinkable thing.
The bird stared at me, and said nothing.
"Not yet." I knew I was playing a dangerous game with this, but…
Mors, you will do your duty, or the Keres will.
"If a Ker so much as sneezes within ten miles of her, you will regret claiming me as a Reaper." The cold protectiveness in my tone surprised me, but not by much.
You leave me no choice.
A searing pain ripped through me, originating from deep within the center of my being, and I fell to ground, writhing in agony.
Do as I say, and I will stop the pain.
"Never." I barely managed to choke the word out. "Wind, take me to the pond!"
It obeyed immediately, and as Burgess disappeared from view, so did the fiery torture.
I curled up on the bank of the pond, and fell into a restless sleep.
I blinked open my eyes, unsure of where I was. All I knew was that it was dark and cold; a migraine pounded my head, and I was scared.
Then, the Moon's light broke through the night, shattering my fear.
"Are you alright?" The soothing voice seemed almost-familiar, but I couldn't place where I'd heard it before.
"I… I think so…?" I took a few paces forwards, the weak ice remaining on the surface of the still water freezing once again.
"That's good, Jack."
"Is that my name?" I couldn't help but ask the question.
"Yes. You are Jack Frost."
"Why am I here?"
Nothing.
"Hello?"
I heard the faint whispering of the wind, but nothing more came from the Moon, leaving me with a dull ache of disappointment in my chest.
"Wind?"
It stirred at my words, nearly knocking me off my feet when it rose to a gust. I laughed, for its behavior reminded me of an overeager pup, and asked it to allow me an aerial view.
I was swept up into the air, and deposited on a branch of a large tree, from which I could see a small village in the distance.
For a reason I could not place, intense dread filled me at the very sight of it, and I fled.