This story has been in the making since 2020! Can you believe that? And it's only 3 chapters! Oh well, it's been a tough one to figure out.
WARNING! If you are sensitive to violence or emotional hurt etc, do not read this.
This also has spiritual related stuff...or whatever you would call it.

Also posted on AO3.

Enjoy. :)


Chapter 1. The story of my life...

(Jacks POV).

In the beginning, I was arisen into this spiritual world, this dimension, by the Man in the Moon. He is my spirit father, and he told me my name was Jack Frost.

But then my father sent me to the earth to begin my journey, even though I didn't know what that was yet.

I than began to roam the earth enjoying myself explicitly.

As the years passed I found other spirits like me, they were joyful and fun to be around, they invited me to their villages and even though I was a boy with no family, they treated me like one of their own.

During those times I felt so happy, everything felt perfect. I felt like the strongest-most energized happiest boy in the world. The whole earth was my playground. And because I carried such a bright happy energy about me I was the attraction of the whole province. I played around everywhere and I helped the farms. I enjoyed helping the locals with their hunting and I helped them find treasures and missing things. I had their respect and trust, and I trusted and respected them.

But I couldn't stay in one place forever, I knew there was a whole world to explore, I needed to try out new things. My patience overall was short.

A little while later I left and went on my journey. I needed to see the outside world again and my heart ached for adventure, to know more and see and meet more spirits.

...But there were no other spirits to be seen or found, it seemed there were fewer than I had initially thought. A couple years passed quickly and I then decided to return home. I felt so alone without my family. But before I did, it turned out that there were a few other spirits simply lurking around and hidden. Fueled with curiosity and excitement I went to meet them, they didn't welcome me the same way. They were darker and loathsome spirits.

I decided to follow and play with them. I laughed and played pranks. They didn't want to play with me back. From there it became a downward spiral.

I had asked the spirits why they were so cranky and why they hated me so. Most spirits at home liked me the first day, so why wouldn't these ones be any different? But my mind was still young and innocent.

One of the men smiled evilly and spoke of something dark. He seemed to speak in riddles, I got confused. He said If I wanted to know why they were that way than I would have to enter the forest and walk to an ancient place.

I felt like they needed my help because they were not happy like my family were happy. They acted strange and unruly. So I entered the forest in hopes for an answer, a way to solve this mystery.

Once inside the forest, it slowly became darker and desolate of any life and sound. Shadows crawled their way into sight and light slowly faded as night took over, much sooner than I had anticipated. It quickly became unpleasant and suffocating. I wanted to leave from this awful place, but my will pushed on and I came close to the place the men were talking about, it was a shrine and old roots climbed up the sides, but it still stood. The sky was dark but I could not see the stars. The thick tree branches blocked my view. Every step closer gave me unease. Until I stepped in a patch of moonlight that was barely able to shine through the tangle of leaves, it went unnoticed.

"Jack...Jack...do not go that way..."

The moon said.

"Those spirits deceive you, do not listen to them..."

I came to the shrine, I figured it must be the place the man was talking about, inside it was sure to have an answer.

I soon opened the door and an air flew past me and I felt dread. An ancient dark force hit me in the chest and I blacked out. I was no longer Jack Frost, my memories were blocked. An evil demon named Jokul took over my body and mind.

That must be the same thing that happened to those other spirits that hated me. They were possessed.

My eyes grew dark and my face had changed to someone evil. My magic began to come forth against my control, emitting off my body as an ice cold mist. A while later Jokul chose to wear a dark gray cloak over my head to conceal me...or rather, him. I walked in silence and never spoke to anyone but myself, but it was only whispers. I felt empty, like a hole had made itself known in my heart. There was nothing but Jokul, he fed off of me like a life sucking vampire.

No one knew though that I had changed. No one knew where Jack Frost went, he never returned to home, he just...disappeared. I though hadn't realized it, that I had changed...to a monster. But Jack Frost's mind was not fully there.

But something had changed...I was now feared, everyone feared me. They ran away. They screamed when I attacked them, killed them. Jokul had taken over me. He was the voice in my head telling me what to do. He was the one wanting to kill, he was angry at those who sealed him away in the shrine and he wanted revenge. He wanted to use me and my power to get what he wanted, Death...

He murdered spirits, burned them, covered them in my icy blood. Froze their veins to the core of their hearts. Jokul was outraged. He hated them, he hated everything. And I had regretted ever stepping foot in that forest...

Other spirits who had heard of me – dark spirits – wanted to join Jokul, or wanted him to join them, he didn't.

It didn't take long before a war started between him and the other spirits. A stupid war filled with bloodshed and death, one that should have never been. Jokul should have never been...

But they did not know who the little winter boy I was...it didn't matter though, I had been marked as an evil murderer.

I hated this and the evil spirit controlling me.

Jokul's revenge did not stop, but we stayed hidden and was not found for many years.

Until one day, I was found, but it was help that came for me...