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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"The role of the villain is only determined by who's telling the story." - Penelope Douglas, Nightfall
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"Jack! How many times have I told you not to steal sweets from the kitchen?" The dark-haired woman crossed her arms over her chest, looking down at the boy with a disapproving, yet joking, expression. Her clothing was elegant, yet her hair was braided back and an apron was tied around her waist.
The blond-haired boy quickly hid the cookies he'd stolen behind his back. He gave the woman a wide, toothy grin, the chocolate in the corners of his mouth betraying his innocence.
"Mother!" A young girl stormed into the kitchen. Her long, dirty-blonde hair was tied back into a braid that reached her waist. In her hands, she held two halves of a plush toy, the stuffing spilling onto the floor. "Milo ruined my toy!"
"Andie, your brother is only three years old, he doesn't know any better."
"Mila doesn't destroy toys!" Andie huffed, dropping the pieces of her toy onto the floor. "Milo is just a boy. He ruins everything."
"Boys do not ruin everything!" Jack protested, whipping around to face the girl behind him. He remembered the cookies behind his back, about to shove them into his mouth when he realized how cold they were. Frost crept along the surface of the desserts, a layer of ice forming. Jack huffed, letting the cookies crumble to the floor.
Andie let out a sigh of annoyance, rolling her eyes at the boy. "I hate having brothers."
"Well, I hate having sisters!"
"Is that fighting I hear?" A man entered the kitchen, his heavy footsteps echoing down the corridor. His hair was the same dirty blonde as Jack and Andie's. He wore hunting clothes, as if he'd just returned home, but they held the same elegance as the clothes the woman wore.
"How was the hunt, Jackson?"
"The White Stag still remains a mystery," the man said, "But not to worry, Astrid. If it is to be found, I will find it."
"Father, I want to come with you!"
The man chuckled, stooping down to Jack's height. "In due time, my son," he said, ruffling Jack's hair. "But for now, I think we ought to teach you two how to really fight. Andie, I think you'd quite enjoy archery."
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"Father, I'm not sure about this-"
"Jack! This is a golden opportunity! Don't you want to be King?"
"Well, yes, but-"
"Well, this is your opportunity! And with your abilities, you'll be unstoppable!"
