HOME
[hom] noun
a gathering place for FAMILY to join together in laughter. the one place you will always be surrounded by those who LOVE you. a place or feeling of BELONGING.
the frosts - the story of a family ripped apart. the story of two teenag...
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"You will never be able to escape from your heart. So it is better to listen to what it has to say." - Paulo Coehlo, The Alchemist
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"Hurry!"
Jack trailed behind the rest of the group, only vaguely aware of the panic that was rising with every step they took. His head was spinning and his eyes were glazed over. Everything seemed so far away. So out of reach.
Lucy tripped and fell in front of him and he blindly stopped to help her up, keeping a tight grip on her hand.
He hadn't even noticed he was still holding on.
The wind picked up and snow was falling in heaps, harsh and unforgiving against their cold bodies. Jack's feet sunk into the snow with every step, hindering his attempt to catch up with Peter - and more importantly, Edmund. The others were struggling just as greatly, the Pevensies even more so, as they weren't accustomed to trudging through the woods in the snow.
But he hardly noticed any of this.
Jack couldn't focus on anything in front of him. He could hardly see the group up ahead. Could hardly hear their screams. He was in a daze, imprisoned by the thoughts that flooded his mind. Thoughts of the Witch and Aslan and the coming war and freedom.
Oh, how he longed for freedom.
The humans were the enemy; that was what he'd been told. It was the belief that had been ingrained into his mind since day one. It was the only belief he'd ever known until he met Tumnus, who told him about Aslan.
More often than not, Jack found himself wondering if he could escape to find Aslan. Surely, Aslan could free him. Surely, Aslan could release him from the hell he'd been living in for a hundred years.
But every time he closed his eyes he saw Jadis and her wand, death following him even into his sleep.
He would never be free of her.
At last, they reached the top of the hill, freezing and out of breath. The Witch's castle stood before them; it was a sight that never failed to strike fear into his heart. He could hardly see the false statues that littered the courtyard, but he knew they were there, ready to fill him with the same sickly feeling he felt every time he walked past them.
Too many innocent lives would forever be lost among her house of sin.
The colossal doors opened, towering over the figure walking inside whom Jack could only presume was Edmund. There was a faint light coming from inside, illuminating his path.
Jack stood frozen, debating his next choice meticulously. Whatever he decided to do, there would be no turning back. He took a deep breath and prepared to run when Lucy's voice rang out through the silence.
