Jackson Overland Pitchiner, popularly called Jack Frost, is the son of The Nightmare King.
He was born on the Isle of the Lost. Unlike most teens on the Isle, he's a loner. He may socialize and occasionally join in some fun, but he's not a gang jo...
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(Pitch Black's POV)
Watching the royal limo drive through the barrier with my son almost shattered my withering heart. Even so, the little regret I feel isn't anchored towards the retreated limo. After all, it is the right thing to do. Allowing my son's future a chance to change - a chance to live like theprince he should've been. The thought doesn't make my twitching halt, nor does it stop the desperation to chase after the limo. Even now, as I sit within my home surrounded by a new surge of empty darkness - I want to chase after my son. The book laying on my lap hardly holds any of my focus. It's not enough of a distraction. Perhaps it would be, if it was even close to the weight Jack used to put on my legs. If it was Jack's favorite book, Seraphina's warm smile, and ringing with the joy my family used to share.
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Without consent, my gaze moves away from the blurring lines towards mine and my wife's wedding portrait. I know I should look away, much before the loneliness creeps in, but I can't. Seraphina's smile anchors me in - just as it always did. Moving away from the chair, I gravitate towards the picture. Right below, on a shelf carved with roses and thorns, a familiar gold locket glints in the small candlelight. Bringing the locket towards me, I glide my thumb over the baby doe. Clicking the locket open, I don't stop my grip from tightening around the fragile jewelry.
Seraphina stares back at me - a familiar, thriving forest framing my beautiful love. It's one of my favorite pictures of her, back when I was General Kozmotis Pitchiner and she was Princess Seraphina Overland. It shows as much - with her flowing gown as she spins within a meadow full of daisies. Her crown glints within the low rays of light as the trees seem to bend towards her. I remember taking the picture - grinning and laughing with my wife as we enjoyed a time of tranquility. I remember the few seconds after I had taken the picture and we had settled upon a blanket within the grass. My favorite part, in the middle of playful banter and her twinkling laughter - a baby deer inching towards us. It had been behind me, slinking towards us with cautionand intrigue. I remember watching Seraphina coax it over, and watching as she held the deer withan aura of love.
Best of all, I remember wishing to take another picture and regretting that I couldn't. After all, the light would've scared the mother off and orphaned the child. No matter; when Seraphina had approached me on my steed before I departed, my love had only grown. She offered it as a gift -a little deer in the front to keep the memory with one of my favorite pictures. A reminder to come home - she had said. A little piece of her to make sure the small mission didn't tear me away from her. Not that anything could - even a family that turns against me and throws us to exile. A bitter laugh falls past my lips; nothing like the laugh that would have ensued if anyone ever told me that our love would get us exiled.
Just the thought of how much glee every one of my ex-family members holds right now boils my blood. After all - why wouldn't those low-life swines feel joy now? Jack and I are separated, leaving an aching hole in my chest. Some heroes that lot are.
