(First for thos who didn't know, there are Books out there, Jack Frost wasn't always Jack Frost or Jackson Overland: Guardians of the Childhood)

Jack Frost effortlessly soared on the wind, feeling the currents lift him higher into the night sky. The cold winter air embraced him, and the snowflakes swirled around in a graceful dance. Burgess lay below, covered in a blanket of snow, its streets quiet and peaceful.

His thoughts remained on the fragments of his past that the teeth had revealed. Were those memories truly his, or did they belong to another child? The uncertainty tugged at his heart, but he pushed it aside for now. There was still so much he needed to discover about himself and his purpose.

As he flew, Jack marveled at the beauty of the winter night, the moon's glow lighting his way.