Frost
ByPatrick D. Kaiser
Alsoby Patrick D. Kaiser
Catchthe Moment
Colorsof the Heart
TheLight Before We Land
CrimsonMinds
CrimsonCrown
CrimsonLilies
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Copyright ©2020 by Patrick D. Kaiser
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Frost
Bookone of The Death Bringer Chronicles
Tableof contents
Tag
Thefall
Mirror– Mirror
Judgment
Embers,ash, and the past
Therun
TheToll
Schemes
Doubts
Escape
Unwrittenrules
Setup
Thehouse of Seers
Thebigger picture
Shade
Littleboy lost
Intodreams
Domino
Anuneasy alliance
Horkspheres
Siblings
Politico
Family
Incarceration
Countdown
Lyingeyes
Jagon
Thecrystal cold
Whatwe grow beyond
SneakPeek
ToMy Eldest Sister Jessica,
Forall the love & encouragement
Yougive me.
Evenwhen I'm an obnoxious little brother.
Thankyou for loving & supporting me.
TrialI: Tag
The wind howling, frigid & cold
Coursing through these streets
By the by, her & I
Against a city backdrop
A midnight summer’s weep
An exam beneath the wayward moon
The rain drowns me so
Forced mental revision
I’m getting sluggish & slow
A game of tag to be played
Myself,
The one to whom second place holds
Her tactics drilling me to death
She’s the very embodiment of bold
The dichotomy between her and I
Jack Frost: This woman, one with thesky
My enigmatic teacher, thus
A game of chance
Wagered upon a die
The best of the best
Notorious as hell’s flame
No title more fitting,
Being in this mess
I’ve only myself to blame
One worthy, a nonexistent criminal
Yet, all the same to her
A crime to even speak her name
A crime every lioness purrs
Even my keen eyes,
To catch but a glimpse
Of her icy trail
Tracking her upon the wind
A task, arduous and deficient
One I dare not fail
A game of tag and I’m it
Losing, not a choice
Her training methods, though effective,
Leaving my clothes moist
Her laugh fills the sky
Chilling to the bone
“HEHEHEHE!
You’ll never catch me at thisrate…”
Reverberates her tone
A searing agitation, one upon my skin
As if three days of no success,
The prick of one hundred pins
“Are you planning to go withoutsupper again, tonight?”
She scorns and she scolds
The fatigue of the chase,
Hunger, & lack of sleep
As, the 4th hour, the bell tolls
All I can do, but to stand
Odd…
The sameness of it all
She’s pushing more than usual
The end game, my elusive fall?
My sight failing to get the job done
What answer then remains?
Perhaps taste?
Perhaps smell?
She will not say
She will not show
Where then may I delve?
My adversary, time itself,
Conspires against me
“It’s nearly dawn.”
Her voice compels
Her patterns ever shifting
This is my training regiment
And you thought boot camp was hard?
You’ve got it easy
I’m stuck with a fugitive fairy
And the authorities are gaining quickly
As I play my last card
Acquiring my footing
With but a yell I turn,
Wavering, my equilibrium
A sweep at my shins, the icy burn
Falling back, the cloudy star filledsky
At this rate I’ll never win
A frozen hand holds me up
Nothing to feel at my back
And then there’s the look in hereye,
Just daring me to crack
“Time’s up.” Shecalls,
Her grip, loose and slipping
Looking down
The wayward street
Ever presently, ripping…
Itself, torn asunder
By the people far below
“Time to raise the stakes, kid…
Let’s see just how far you’llhave flown…”
“What?!” I gasp…
As gravity starts to pull
“CRAAAAAPPPP!!!”
She actually did it…
She really let me go…
Twenty stories I have to fall
Time enough for a plan?
Highly doubtful,
But if I don’t… thealternative…
I’ll splat like a can…
Introductions probably needed
Before we get into the fun
Magic, intrigue, and death cheated
I suggest you buckle up,
My name is Nathan Masterson
Trial2: The fall
Faster, faster, gaining speed
Quickly, I must think
This time she’s gone too far
Miles beyond the brink
Cold as death, her icy tone,
Unusually calm tonight
As an eye, the whirling storm
I should’ve anticipated
I should’ve seen
Her fangs, the frosty bite
Her specialty, always, tough love
A riddle to even claim
Yet I know well
I know better
The criminal behind the name
The tales eb
The tales flow
Through ages warped & lost
Yet ever one constant, ever the name:
History’s worst –Jacqueline Frost
Since the first,
The very first moment
Words, ever I could speak
One taboo, “Never ask,
The crime for which they seek.
Do not ask what,
Do not ask why,
Do not ask how…”
For this…
“That is the past, this is thepresent
It is the here and the now, everbliss.”
Thinking back,
So many questions
Unanswered, even then
The biggest one: my life’s story
My family, they and them
I have nothing,
Nothing at all…
Not even a name…
Nor anyone even to blame...
Only told the one thing
My eyes bear no shame
My eyes, called a treasure, thus
A magic valued by all
Even by fae with frozen might
The strongest resonant of power
No record of the trait, even to thisnight
Who am I? Who were they?
Such, that simply
My eyes are not valued, but feared
Those who see me,
Ever present
The memory in their mind, seared
It matters not,
The positive: the keenness of my sight
Outweighed by the cursedness
Ever to hide this alleged gift - Myplight
The mana courses through my retina
Whirling in my head
The source
My magical energy
Sight beyond 20/20,
Able to even anticipate the dead
Speaking of which,
I’m still falling, closer to theground
Before I can think of landing
I suddenly see the sound
“Stop!” The man calls,chasing another
One who looks a lot like me
He could even be my brother...
The chased one gives a glance back
As the pursuer drops to the ground
There he falls, dead
It doesn’t stop the sounds
Screaming pedestrians in a panickeddaze
Slow is time, compressed
Now it's a race
Abrupt – I need to give my best
It’s no accident, this man'sdeath
As he crumbles to the sidewalk stone
Falling into the street
As a car crushes his bones
Something else, a sight so chilling
Known by me alone
“What was that?”
That dark flame?
A death curse for certain to blame…
Even more, the man behind it,
Who could even be that insane?
A curse affects both victim &caster
One of that caliber...
Would be agonizing seconds after
Not to mention his face
It was extremely out of place
The face... It was mine...
Now I can't think straight
And this chill I've got running down myspine?
Bloodlust
