Hey Guys! Chapter 11 here starting the tale of how Jack became blind. I decided to break the story up into two parts. One today, the next Saturday or Sunday!

So I didn't waste time with the setting desription for the four teens, just assume it;s after school. most likely at Rapunzel's place. Hiccup and Merida are here too, but I just wanted to tell Jack's stroy. SO HERE'S THE FIRST PART! Enjoy and Review.

Later guys Agi out!

Chapter 11: The Sacrifice of Sight (Part 1)

Ever since I was little I always loved the snow. It was one of the many things my family and I all had in common. I was born in a little town called Burgess. My mom was a school teacher, and my dad was a professional snowboarder. My dad wasn't home much when I was younger, but every winter we'd go to Russia for the holidays. It was a tradition to see my Uncles North, and Aster, and my aunt Tooth. My Uncle North, along with being a toymaker also owned a private ski resort. My father taught me how to snowboard and signed me up for piano lessons, when I turned 6. After that first two lessons, I fell in love with the sport and the piano. I would practice each song my teacher taught me early in the mornings, and ride the slopes all day with my dad, till my mom scolded us to come inside.

We'd go inside and have dinner and family time, but first thing in the morning I was out on the slopes. My dad would always bug me to wear safety goggles, but I never listened. I loved the experience of riding so much that I didn't wanna miss a thing.

The goggles always got in the way to me, they'd caused me to fall, or miss jumps and kinda took the fun out of the rush of the ride. Whenever I rushed down a hill it felt like I could see the wind, like I could pin point the design of every snowflake that passed me. My parents thought there was nothing that could take me from the slope not even the piano, and neither did I. Then Emma was born. My dad retired after my little sister was born and opened up a snowboard shop in Burgess. I was ecstatic to have a baby sister. My aunt had 5 little girls and they were all younger than me so I was used to playing with little kids, and loved it.

When she finally learned to walk Emma would fallow me everywhere. When we'd go to Moscow for Christmas and my dad, uncles and I would go snowboarding, she'd cry because she couldn't come with us. So I'd stay behind and play with her and mom in the snow. Emma changed the usual traditions of just snowboard, storytelling, and eating Christmas dinner. We started baking traditions, singing carols together, and having family snowball fights. She made having a great family even greater.

Emma didn't like snowboarding as much as I did, but she loved ice skating. Even though she'd never done it before she loved watching it on TV and totally freaked out when I told I knew how. She begged me to teach her. I told I would taking her to pond near the cabin and show her, when she was old enough.

And I did. I was 13 and she was 6, I promised my parents I'd take care of her and we'd stay on the trail through the woods to pond. My mom packed us a lunch and told us to be home before sun down. We left and headed down the trail. It was about a 15 minute walk to the clearing and once we were there we wasted no time. I taught her the basics and she got them down easily, it didn't take long for us to lose track of time, skating and having a blast.

It was late noon and the wind was starting to pick up, I told her it was time to go. She begged for 5 more minutes and even though the wind was getting stronger I couldn't say no. So 5 minutes later we packed up our gear and headed down the trail. What started off as slightly stronger wind turned into large gusts that probably would have push Emma down easily, if I didn't walk in front of her. I gave her my ski goggles to shield her eyes and my scarf to keep the wind off her lower face. I was accustomed to the cold and harsh wind.

Even so, I had trouble fighting the wind, as it was accompanied by pouring snow. We somehow found ourselves in a snow storm minutes after starting down the trail. I held Emma on my back to keep the wind from her face and tried to keep her warm. As we walked the path was beginning to fade due the snow fall. Luckily I remembered the path photographically and could continue, that is until I heard the growling in the depths of the woods.

My sister must have heard it as well, because she gripped my neck tighter and began to tremble. I didn't slow down in my speed, but picked up the pace. More growls could be heard coming closer and my speed walking quickly turned into running. A pack of four wolves shot from the trees after us. I held Emma closer to my back and did want any big brother would do.

I ran, and got prepared to protect her at all cost.

I didn't take much time looking back, I could hear them closing in on us. As I ran two of the wolves began to keep up with me and run at my sides putting me in between them, while the other two stayed behind us. I looked around for anything that I use to stop this attack, and down the path I spotted what looked like a branch sticking out of the ground. I told my sister to hang on and ran as fast as my legs could go, passing the two wolves I picked up the branch. It turned out to be more like a staff with a hook on the top. Regardless it was the closest thing I had to a weapon.

The first wolf I saw it whacked away with the hook of the staff. Hearing it yelp and the sound of it slide on the snow, made me grip the staff tighter. The growling became fiercer and my sisters grip more constricting. I glanced back to see the wolf in the rear inches from my sister's free leg; planting my foot down I turn and swung the staff. The back of the hook made contact with the dog and sent it into a tree. I used this moment to move my sister, so she could hold on to my neck in front of me. This was safer for her, but a disadvantage for me, and it was quickly known. She shouted my name….

Unexplainable pain blossomed from my back and went through my body, but before I could reach for it my body ran off the pain. I swiftly turned off the trail and into the woods to try and lose the two remaining wolves. Dodging through trees and fighting the pain I stopped at a shallow river. The wolves were seconds behind us. The river was frozen; I ran across, and they fallowed. Inches from the other side, the last step I took cracked the ice. It happened fast and neither I nor the wolves were ready for it. I threw Emma harshly to the other side, I saw her hit and roll on the snow before going under with the canines. The chill was overbearing and the shock was mind numbing, but I was still alive.

Which meant I still had to move.

Coming out of the water was a feeling of relief and horror.

I was alive. But for how long?

My sister called my name and rushed to my side in tears. I looked up seeing her alive, breathing, but not completely safe. I looked to the opposite side of the river to see the equally freezing wolves limp out the water. My head dropped back into the snow, as I continued to catch my breath.

However long was needed to get her home.

What might have been minutes felt like hours as I laid there, breathing life back into my body. I finally stood up and took my sister's hand. She asked what we were going to do. I said get her home. For the remainder of the night we found a nearby cave and took shelter inside. I made a fire and we ate a small amount of the leftover snacks that our mom packed for us. Emma slept and I stayed up to keep watch. The next morning we heading back to the trail. It wasn't hard to find seeing as the cave we stayed in was a part of the ski slopes, it made navigating easier, but the trip would take a while. We walked all day, we only stopped for a snack break and if Emma got tired I would simply carry her. Once I got back to the pathway the trail was not passable. Trees, and fragments of the woods destroyed by the storm blocked our way.

That being said we had to try and find a new route. I headed back towards the cave and we spent another night inside. We search for two more days till a miracle happened. I walked with Emma on my back, I kept my head forward fighting to see what looked like a clearing in the trees. Voices. I heard voices and my body moved faster. "They've got to be around here somewhere!" "I know mate we'll find'em keep looking." I heard some voices shout. I knew the voices as clear as day, but before I could say a word Emma beat me to it. "Daddy! Uncle Aster!" "EMMA!?" I smiled at my dad's voice. "Over here!" She shouted and I heard their footsteps coming closer.

I smiled at their blurry figures. We made it, she made it, and we were safe. My vision was hazy, I was so tired and relieved that my legs gave way. Emma was on my back so she was fine, and she got off calling my name worried. I heard my dad and my uncle, as I turned over on my back. I looked up at the night sky and saw the moon. Everything was blurry for most of this day and even worse in the night. Everything but the moon. It was clear, so big and so bright. It beamed down at with a proud smile and told me everything was alright. It told me I was going to be fine. But the moon and all its beauty was the last thing I ever saw.

Isn't Jack heroic!? That boy is a serious family man!
And I do hope you love my Frost Family. You'll get more dialogue next chapter and get to know how Jack and his family struggled with his blindness.

All the emotional drama will happen in Chapter 12. Today you guys got the action!

Hope you like it as much as I liked writing it!

Review and read on! Bye guys!