one thing nobody ever told jack was how lonely being a guardian was.

it was much different from when he was alive - human. he never knew why the man in the moon chose him to be the winter spirit.

he swung his shepherds hook like staff over his shoulder - aimlessly walking through a desolate forest.

the only sound was the wind that moved through his white hair every so often.

he missed the people he knew before he became a guardian - before he died.