Can't believe that I'm actually writing a Jack Frost/OC fic, but I couldn't reSIST! The idea was so there already, and I just had to write it! :)
But, I really really hope you like it and that you won't stop reading it since this chapter doesn't have Jack in it! I promise you that Jack will come in the next chapter and he will be sdkjghnsjkdnas I HOPE YOU LIKE IT! :)
I play with the stars in the sky, making them twirl in circles or glow in different colors. I try to think of another constellation to add among all the many others I have created. Should I make one after a book? Or maybe something that looks like a music note?
"Stea!" My father calls me, his overly bright eyes growing wider by the second. "What are you doing with the stars now?"
"I'm making a constellation!" I answer back, glaring at him. "There's nothing else I can do in this rathole."
"Rathole?!" He screams, looking as if I had just slapped him. "This is the nightsky, young lady, the most beautiful place in this world!"
I roll my eyes. Every time we have this conversation, he never shuts up about how beautiful he made the sky to be, how proud he is of his work. I'm the one he should be proud of! I make the stars, the twinkling lights that mesmerize and captivate everyone, child and adult. I'm the one that adds beauty to this place! But no one doesn't even know me. I'm so sure that not one human being in the world know my existence.
"Easy for you to say, you're the king of the nightsky! The man on the moon! The leader of all guardians!" I answer back, fury growing in me. I could already see some of the stars by my side glow a dark shade of red. "No one even knows I exist! That I'm the one making all the stars and constellations and falling stars and everything!"
"What do you want then, Stea?" He says, using his calm voice, but I know he's not all that calm inside. "You know that I will never allow you to leave the sky."
There it is. The one thing that angers me so much, the one thing I never understood. "Why?!" I yell at him, standing up on the North Star. "Why can't I be like all the other guardians? Like Santa, or Tooth, or Sandy, or Bunny, or even Jack!"
"Easy there, darling. Your stars are very red, already." He warns me, knowing what will happen when my stars light up in my fury too much. But I ignore the stars. At least he knows how serious I am about this.
"Even though Jack wasn't believed in up until now, at least he got to roam the whole world and play with the little kids and everything! I'm always stuck here!" I answer, tears slowly falling from my eyes.
"Stea, you don't need to do that."
"Yes, I do! I want to be known! I want people to see me!" I shout, as one of my stars pop and fall to the earth. I feel that horrid sense of having all the air in me get knocked out, and I try to catch my breath, ignoring the dizziness in my head. "Dad, can you at least tell me why I can't leave?"
He looks at me with pitiful eyes. The whites of his eyes are turning grayer, reflecting the sadness and hurt in him. "Please." I beg. "I deserve that much information."
"Stea, this will only break your heart." He says, his voice cracking and I could feel the weight on my shoulders already.
"Dad, please." I breathe, my voice softer than I imagined.
"I'm afraid to lose you." He says, sounding like he just aged a hundred years old. I'm about to argue, when he cuts me off. "Like I did with your mother."
The words echo in my ears after he speaks them. It takes a while until it finally sinks in and I feel the weight crush me, sending a whirlwind of questions inside me.
"What?" is all I manage to say.
He takes a deep breath, as if it taking all the effort he could muster to speak his words. "Your mother died minutes after we did. Unfortunately, she never became one of us."
"I-I have a mom?" I ask, breaking down at all the information. "All this time I thought I never had a mom and we were just put here by the universe and you were my dad and I'm your daughter and everything. I didn't know we had a life back then!"
He nods his head gravely. "We were a normal family. Without any problems, just happy times."
"How did we die?" I ask, cautiously, fearing the answer.
"We weren't rich, Stea. We lived in a far-off village in the mountains, and that was against the laws of the Kingdom. One night, knights came to the village and burned our houses. One by one, we all died. You and I, Stea, we were trying to sneak off with your mom when your cloak got caught on fire and it was rapidly moving up to you. Your mother and I wouldn't leave you, of course. I tried to take out the fire on your cloak by stomping on it, but it travelled so fast, it was already stinging your skin. Your mom, on the other hand, went looking for water and…" He takes a deep breath and sits down on the moon. "She was shot by an arrow, and we didn't even have time to scream when a post knocked us out and the fire engulfed us."
The words came as pictures in my minds, like stolen images made to torture me. I felt the cold shiver crawl on my spine as the pictures stayed on my brain and refused to leave. The stinging tears leave stains on my cheeks. "Dad." I say through gritted teeth.
"I'm so sorry, Stea." His weak voice sends shivers down my spine. He was right. The information did break my heart. Just to know that I have mom that I have completely forgotten, a mom that sacrificed her life for me.
"How come I don't remember any of this and you do?" I ask.
"I didn't want anyone to. I made it stop, remembering." He answers. "I didn't want any of us to remember how we died, all the people we left, all the memories that would have haunted us. It would have just brought us down. But we were all once human and our teeth held our memories. Most of us wanted to have memories, not fearing of what it will do to them. So, they went to Tooth. I couldn't do anything anymore."
There's a moment of silence when I try to take all the information and feel it completely sink into me. I subconsciously play with the stars as I think. Except it only reminds me of why I started this conversation in the first place. All I wanted was to leave this place. I wasn't expecting some heart-breaking knowledge.
I look down at the world below me, and find myself still drawn to it. Like there's this invisible force calling towards me and pulling me closer. I feel like the only way I could really breathe was to follow that force and search the world. It was like somebody was whispering it in my ear, tempting me to leave, that I had something important to do there.
"Dad." I say, not taking my eyes off the earth. "I still want to go."
I hear him take another deep sigh. "Stea." He says in a stern voice. "You're not going anywhere. That's final. No arguments."
I knew that was going to be the answer, so I nod my head and watch the tear fall from my eyes and into the world below me, feeling the slightest hint of jealousy towards its freedom.
"Now, go and make your constellations for winter." He says, his voice back to normal. Just another mask. "I'll be making rocks."
He leaves from my peripheral view and I make the star I'm sitting on move to a farther, quieter place. Suddenly, I feel a deep, burning hatred for my father. I have lived centuries with him by my side and he never told me anything about my mother, not one single word about the most important person we could have been involved with. It's so unfair that we got to live an immortal life and my mom just died. How could he have shut up about that this whole time? Isn't it his job as a father to tell me about my childhood?
The hatred burns inside of me until I couldn't take it any longer. I make a dozen of stars burst and fall to the earth, not caring where it lands. The words just take the whole of my being before I could stop myself from ignoring it.
I'm leaving.
I really don't care if you read her name as Steee or Steya. All I know is that it's the Roman word for Star :) and i really like stars so I got the idea from that!
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