Frost

By: Lain E.

Prologue: The Death of Jack Frost

It snowed across the land and here I was sitting on a hilltop blanketed in snow. Here I am, thinking about how long it will snow. People considered me the trickster, the god of snow. I am also known as the little white rabbit you see skip along happily, blending in with the freezing blanket. My name is Jack Frost and I am old as time. Since the days of old, I controlled the snow like a king and I live alone in the ice kingdom all the way in Antarctica. It’s below freezing but I could care less.

When I was very little, my parents used to see me skip around in the middle of December, dancing making the snow fall. They wondered how or when I got this talent and every December, I made the snow fall. My town was covered in white substance no one recognized.

But happiness turned to surprise when I met a jealous prince named Mephisto. He was curious on how I controlled the snow and he wondered how I did it. I told him I didn’t know how to control it, it was just every December, snow came to the ground and I could control what day it would snow. Mephisto was amazed by my ability to control snow. He tried to do it himself only to get scolded by his father. He always told him that his dreams were useless but he didn’t care. He kept watching and watching.

Soon, he envied my ability to summon snow every certain month and tried to steal my power away from me by using spells and rituals. The magic made him so insane; he didn’t need my power anymore and tried to rule the world, himself.

I was twenty when he tried to rule the world; his father was right behind him on that. I realized how much trouble our town was in, so I did what any brave man would do: rebel against Mephisto and his army and after a very enormous battle against him, I have died. But I was not the only one who died. Mephisto and his father perished the entire castle falling on top of them. I lied there with Mephisto’s sword in my chest with red seeping from my insides. I felt pleased and I felt successful and I wrote in my own blood,

“I am Jack Frost,

I am this town’s savior

And most importantly,

I am the one who controls thy snow.”

And basically, that’s how I died but that’s not where the story ends, everyone. You would never believe where I am now. I am standing in a school in New York City and walking into the school with the rest of my fellow classmates. My new name is Jack Marion and I have a new life for me and a new beginning as well. Right now, I don’t remember my old life.

((Sorry, quicktype it was at school so I was in a major hurry.))