{Completed} There are many stories and myths about special people. One sends gifts to children who behaved all year, while another hides little decorated eggs everywhere for them to find. One collects teeth and gives them rewards, while another make...
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Darkness.
That's the first thing I remember. It was dark and it was cold...and I was scared.
The boy felt strange. His eyes were heavy as everything was weighing on him. But he felt strange. He was floating, he was weightless. He didn't understand how he got here or why he felt this way.
He wasn't sure there is any light within the darkness before he spotted it outside his eyelids. He furrowed his brows as he weakly opened his eyes, revealing his ice-blue hues.
But then...
The boy could hardly see from the foggy blur in his surroundings but he spotted a light within a coated sheet of...ice?
It was like his body moved on its own to the ice. He was confused and terrified as he met the wall but was shocked at how easily it broke through and how his body was elevated to the surface.
Then I saw the moon. It was so big and so bright...it seemed to chase the darkness away.
It felt like an eternity to know how to breathe as he gasped for air. His eyes teared up at the cold hitting his eyes.
And when it did...I wasn't so scared anymore.
The boy's eyes widened in wonder as he stared at the majestic blue moon. He was intrigued by how it brightened everything around him. His body felt light yet so heavy as he landed back on the iced ground.
He gasped as ice wisps surrounded his bare feet making him tumble slightly.
Why I was there, and what I was meant to do...that, I've never known. And a part of me wonders if I ever will.
The boy looked down at his hands, seeing them sickly pale. Looking at his surroundings, he saw the forest filled with snow. He frowned, looking back at his hands. It's strange...he doesn't feel cold at all.
The boy looked up at the moon. His eyes widened as he heard a voice from it.
He took a cautious step but slipped, stabilizing himself. He chuckled, realizing the wisps kept him from falling. Looking around, he wasn't sure what he was doing but stopped as he hit something with his feet.
Looking down, he spotted a long, old, wooden staff. He goes to kick it away but stopped as a cold sheet of ice spread through the staff briefly. He crouched and picked it up but was blinded by a blue light causing him to drop the end of the staff.
Jack flinched as the end of the staff touched the iced ground and frost spread on the ground. His eyes were entranced by the thin pattern and stood up, wanting to know more about this staff.
Did it come from him? How is he doing it?
Grabbing the staff delicately, he walked over to one of the trees, tapping the hook of his staff on it. He gasped as the frost was beautifully decorated on it. He grinned, excited to see if he can do more.
