[R.O.T.G] - Little Jackson

Prologue:

The boy was afraid, he looked around at his surroundings, not understanding any thing. He sat in the cold white snow, looking around to the dark brown pine trees and still water of the pond he had just pulled himself from. He was scared. He didn't know what he was doing, why he was there, where he was, who he was, or what anything was. And when his tearing up eyes fell on the eyes of a woman who seemed to be confused herself, he found slight comfort and stared at her, a silent question being asked. She understood this of him, and knelt down beside him, trying to comfort him with soft words and small gentle smile.

"It's ok, you don't have to fear, little one."

He wasn't sure about what she said, but understood the general meaning in her tone of voice, so he slowly moved closer. He didn't want to be afraid, and some how she made him feel better, even though he still feared the unfamiliar things that were around him. She smiled gently as he inched closer once again, but he stopped about 5 inches short of her. He looked down at the snow, then wiped the water running down his face away with his arms, sniffling a bit as he felt like he wanted to cry more. She thought he wouldn't come any closer for a few moments as he just sat there, so she slowly reached out her right arm and softly placed a dark tanned hand on his shoulder. Almost instantly, the boy turned to the left and clung to her, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist as if she was his life line. Her black dress slightly wrinkling as he held tight fists on the fabric. She pushed back her long dark brown hair from her dark purple eyes to look at the child better. And as if on cue, the boy looked up to her, as if wanting to say something, but he couldn't.

He had ice blue eyes with a ring of silver around his pupils, his skin was so pale it could be mistake as white from a distance, and his messy hair actually was white. As for clothes, he wore a blue hoodie that strangely had frost shaped patterns on the sleeves, near the neck hole, and at the bottom, and his pants were a dark tan with dark brown string tying them at the bottom. He was such a perfect little frost child, she just loved him, and the thoughts of leaving him so no one would know her mistake vanished.

"Don't be scared now, you're safe."

He again didn't understand what she said, but well enough got the meaning behind her words. Then he noticed her look a little behind him, so he looked as well. There on the ground was a small sort of cane, made from what seemed to be dark brown wood, it was strait from the bottom but then stopped a little ways up and made a hook shape. She reached to the wooden piece, saying more to herself then the boy.

"This wasn't here before."

She lifted it in front of the two of them and observed it, slightly confused as an aura seemed to come from both it and the boy next to her. Then small hands reached out as if asking for the piece of wood she held, he looked to her then to the sort of cane or staff. She smiled and said softly before handing him the staff that seemed to make him more calm.

"Here, you probably have more use for it than I."

She was right, but she didn't know just how right she was until she handed it to him. As his hands held the staff, frost grew outward from were his hands held it. He instantly pulled it closer to inspect it, but then he smiled and gave a laugh. She had a look of shock on her face, but than she couldn't help but smile as the boy turned to her and smiled brightly while holding the staff out as if to say, look what I did. She stood and he looked at her confused for a moment as he continued to sit there. She thought for a moment to herself.

'Well, I suppose I can't stay here forever. And I can't leave him here either. But then again, he only cam after my power was drained into the pond. I guess he's mine now.'

She leaned forward slightly and reached out her hand to him. He sat there for a moment longer, then took her hand in his. She pulled him to stand up, and he stood with her, still holding the staff in his other hand. He smiled at her again as they started to walk, he seemed to walk a little clumsily though, she wasn't sure if it was just him or if he was getting cold feet. She smiled and said as a tree trunk began to open into a portal, slightly thinking as she had to come up with something to call him.

"Lets go home, Jackson."