Waking Up, the beginning of it all. (Prologue)

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After I fell through a second time, I gave up, I was willing to die. but after I thought I had drown the pond expelled me through the hole in which I fell. And I instantly knew what I was. I has become a winter spirit, a sprite if you would. The only person I would have to answer to is Father Winter himself, the wind in the sky.

Once I was out of the water a strong gust of air swept me up to the heavens where he was, a man made of clouds, and there standing among all the busy workers stood Jack Frost staring at me with guilty eyes. I instantly begged Father Winter for my humanity back, a request firmly denied. But I begged, broke down and begged for his mercy, because this is a life I would never have wanted or asked for.

But it would be my fate.

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