It was a cold night, the lake was frozen, the north wind blew hard. The moon knew he couldn't wait any longer to bring the newest guardian into existence. So, carefully, slowly, he pulled the child out of the lake, placing him on the newly frozen ice. The kid looked around with big curious blue eyes and the moon watched, as the kid picked up his staff and for the first time in his new life, showed of his true self, skating around the lake causing frost, smiling and laughing, having fun.

Then the wind picked him up happy with her new charge. What neither the wind nor the moon planned on was the kid spotting the village nearby. The child looked at it curious and as the wind realized her mistake she placed him quickly back on the lake, letting the tress block the view of the village. The moon began to glow intending to warn the child but the kid ran though the forest where the trees both blocked out the moonlight and the wind, exiting in the village excitedly.

A couple of people turned to look at the child, wondering who he was and where had come from, the kid placed his staff on the ground and frost covered the area where he was standing, this drew some more attention to him, "hi," he greeted, "I saw the village from the sky and-"

He was cut of by gasps, suddenly the entirety of the village was staring at him in shock. Jack looked around as there expressions changed, a lot of the woman looked scared as they suddenly picked up there children and dragged them inside with them. A lot of the men had drawn weapons and were glaring at him, others ran of in search of weapons.

Jack took a step back, "what's going on?" he asked the men, when he didn't get an answer he looked up to the moon which glowed brightly at him, as if trying to reassure him. It didn't work though. Jack had no memory previous to now, and he was standing in the middle of a crowd of armed men glaring at him. He was terrified.

One of the men armed with a scythe stepped forward, pointing the weapon at Jack threateningly, "witch, drop your weapon, now."

Jack looked at the man with a scared look, "I don't have any weapon!" Jack replied, taking a step back and holding his staff in front of him, realizing as he did so that they were referring to said staff. He considered dropping it at that moment but he felt like it protected him in some way, if he could avoid losing it he would, even if he wasn't entirely sure why.

But that wasn't going to be an option, the man stepped closer to him, holding the scythe threateningly. Jack looked around wishing he could run, but he was surrounded, only able to move a couple of steps in any direction before a knife, scythe, fork, or something pointy and painful was there to greet him.

"Please, I never did anything wrong to anybody!" Jack begged, eyes filling with tears, "just let me go," he begged almost a whisper.

"Drop your weapon," the man ordered, forcing his scythe under Jack's chin, against his throat, Jack held onto the staff tightly, still hesitant about dropping it, "now!" the man shouting taking a step forward and forcing Jack to take a step back, into a knife behind him, if he wanted to keep his head, with the scythe against his neck and a knife pushed against his back finally he dropped the staff on the snow.

Before he could even process the loss of his precious staff and with it his powers, a big man had grabbed him from behind. One hand across his mouth stopping him from calling out for help, not that there was anybody around to help him. Another held the child's skinny arms behind his back.

"Take the witch to the stakes to be burnt like those before him," the man with the scythe ordered coldly. Jack felt how the man holding him turned, forcing Jack to turn with him to see a stage like structure in the middle of the town, on it was a pole, rope and chains. Worst of all though, it was all black where it had been burnt before. Jack's eyes widened as he realized what was going to happen, he tried to scream but the hand over his mouth prevented it. He struggled, kicked with all his strength. But the man holding him was much stronger. Jack was after all, without his staff and powers, no more than a skinny child.

The man dragged him up the steps and onto the platform, finally taking his hand away from the kids mouth, forcing his arms behind the pole and tying them tightly with rope before grabbing the chains and throwing them around the kid, restraining him completely.

"Please! Stop it! Stop it! Please!" Jack begged at the top of his lungs, now he could once again speak, his eyes filled with tears, his heart beat fast and he struggled to breath but still he screamed and begged. He had just been born yet it looked like he was about to die.

The people around him paid him no notice as they dragged hay onto the platform, coving the kid with it, placing it on all sides, it wasn't easy though, the moon shone brightly and wind blew hard, trying it's best to blow away the hay and slow the process before hew new child could be burnt alive.