It was like any normal day. Sighing, he slid across the ice, twirling his staff ever so slightly. What mischief could he cause today? Pursing his lips he twirled a bit on the ice then shot into the air, letting out a shout of joy. Soon after, snow flurries twirled around him. This was his favorite moment! Just him, the sky, the loneliness. Slowly, a frown pulled at the corner of his lips. Jack landed back on solid ground and dragged his staff along in the cold grass. Was this how he was doomed to be? Alone. Groaning, he just stopped walking and leaned against his staff, gazing up at the sky. It wasn't like he had much to live for anyway, right? Anytime he went into town no one saw him. Even though many parents talk about Jack Frost nipping at noses, still, no one can see him. Digging the end of his staff into the ground, he grumbled. "What really is there for me to do? I enjoy a little of this and that, but they don't see me." Contempt and sadness bubbled up in his heart. Closing his eyes, he just collapsed on the ground, allowing his staff to fall next to him. He opened one eye at a time and saw the moon, faded in the sunlight but the moon none-the-less. What do you have for me? Why can't I hear you anymore? The last time he heard the moon was when he was being drawn out of an icy lake. Everything was so black, so cold. He was tempted to be scared if it hadn't been for the silvery light that pulled him from the water, pulled him back into life. That's really the only reason he was thankful for the moon because since then... he had just been abandoned. Abandoned and left unseen by society, not believed in by the children around the world.