Winter has long started and everything around was already covered in Ice back in the 17th century. The children were having fun throwing snowballs and skating on ice. Instead of thinking of Winter as the season that was quite really had to survive in, everyone looked at the bright side and tried to have fun.
But, back in a small town, a young girl walked slowly back to her home, holding her pair of ice skating shoes. Her movement as weak as a plant, her brown hair was almost covered by snow and her feet almost became numb of the snow burying it as she knocked on the door.
“Oh, you’re back early,” her mother said as she opened the door.
Her mother was mortified to see the looks of the little girl, “Oh my God, are you alright?!”
The little girl didn’t speak… It was almost like she was traumatized and emotionless. Her mother kneeled down and removed some of the snow from her head. Her mother looked around and got confused, “Where’s your brother?”
She suddenly broke into tears and sobbed. She fell down onto her knees and didn’t stop crying. Her mother quickly understood what happened… Nothing could’ve upset her daughter like this except for that. She tried to stay strong but she felt tears falling down from her face as she hugged her daughter tightly.
“It’s my fault!” the little sobbed.
“Shh… No, honey. Don’t blame yourself,” she tried to calm her daughter down but her, herself, also couldn’t stay calm.
“Jackson’s… Jackson’s…” the little girl’s tears didn’t stop. She couldn’t accept it. It was too much.
Her mother hugged her tightly, “It’s not your fault, Emily… Don’t blame yourself.”
Emily and her mother couldn’t move from their spot… They didn’t even have the strength to speak, anymore. Jackson was always the reason everyone in the family smiled. He made them laugh and he was such a special gift to the family. He was sweet, courteous, funny and caring. The family would always be happy because of him, but now, the family was in great grief because of his death.
Beside the lake, they put a thombstone with the name encarved “Jackson Overland”, they weren’t able to retrieve his body for the lake was too cold and if ever winter passes by already, the body would already be deep under the water. They promised Jack to be as strong as possible and would still try to be happy so that Jack wouldn’t worry about them.
As the other family members left, Emily stayed the longest at his grave. She stayed there until the night came. She couldn’t leave her brother’s grave. He was her protector, playmate and guardian when he was still alive. She couldn’t possibly get over his death immediately, but she had to accept it.
As she stayed by the grave, Jack, now a winter spirit spots Emily. He had no memory of who he was which was why he didn’t recognize the little girl. He felt this slight connection, though, which made him confused. He went closer to the girl and looked at the grave. He read the name carved on it and suddenly felt grief. He didn’t know why he felt that way. He just stayed by the little girl’s side to keep her company.
“He must’ve been a good guy… Is her your brother or something?” He asked Emily as he stared at the thombstone.
“Hey, Jack… Thanks,” Emily said, leaning on the thombstone.
Jack was startled to hear his name, but then thought that maybe she was talking about the guy in the grave, so he just listened to her.
“You always played tricks, but then you’d also make me laugh everytime. When I was scared, you’d tell me stories… You even told me stories about sandman, the easter bunny, Santa, and even the tooth fairy… You’d tell me that the sandman helped you have good dreams again,” Emily said.
Jack chuckled a bit and found that really sweet of that person. He seemed like a really great big brother.
The little looked at the grave, which somehow seemed like she was actually staring at Jack as tears poured down from her face again.
“I’ll miss you, Jack, I’m gonna be sure to remember the times you were still here… Every last one of them,” Emily stood up and wiped her tears off.
Jack felt a pinch in his heart, it’s like she was telling that to him, “Wow… I think you would’ve been a great sister, kid.”
Emily left Jack’s pair of skates he used when he died at the grave, she smiled and walked away, “Bye, Jack! Have fun, okay… Wherever you are.”
As Emily walked away from the grave, she didn’t notice that Jack was still there and as Jack tried to approach her, she just passed through him, leaving him disappointed and depressed.
For years, he watched over Emily for he felt a connection with her and he couldn’t leave her. He watched as she slowly grew into a beautiful and independent woman. She kept her promise, she visited Jackson’s grave every anniversary of his death and tried to be as lively and happy as she can be.
Years passed once again and she got married to a man that was not from their town. Emily looked at the birght side of everything, even if the townspeople of the kingdom of her husband was looking at everything negatively, especially at the season of winter. After seeing the wedding, Jack had to leave for the man in the moon made his job more serious. And when he returned, he only reached Emily’s last breath. By giving birth to her child, she gave up her life. Jack wasn’t able to know the name of her child, but he remembered the name of Emily’ husband perfectly to go find him once again someday, Viking Chief Stoick.
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