Jack Frost
It was not a rumble that marked the change. There were no lightning or storms. Just a silence. One of those that freezes blood. The children stopped dreaming awake. They stopped looking at the clouds looking for shapes, hiding under the blankets believing in monsters, writing letters to magical beings. Not for fear. Not due to pain. But because they stopped feeling that the impossible was possible. And when the fantasy began to go out like a candle without oxygen, the moon knew it. The balance was about to break. The magic alone would not be enough. It would take fire. Nature. Force. A different spark. And she was there, on the edge of the world, without knowing that her destiny was about to change. Because each was its darkness. And every darkness, his guardian.
About Jack Frost
It was not a rumble that marked the change. There were no lightning or storms. Just a silence. One of those that freezes blood. The children stopped dreaming awake. They stopped looking at the clouds looking for shapes, hiding under the blankets believing in monsters, writing letters to magical beings. Not for fear. Not due to pain. But becaus...Read more