More About Jack
Jack would consider himself quite practical, very sensible and certainly protective of his little sister, Olivia. How could he not be?
Their father was a woodsman who would often be away for weeks at a time.
“You can’t complain about the hard life.” He would always say. “Life is meant to be hard. But if you have a family to come home to, then it’s a good life too.”
Unfortunately, a year ago, their father never did come home. Jack and his sister were put into the local orphanage, but Jack held onto his father’s words like they were his most precious possession. Olivia was the last of his family now and keeping her safe had become his first priority.
The problem for Jack, was that his sister still believed that their father was out there. Perhaps lost, perhaps on an irresistible adventure. She often wondered aloud whether he had taken a passing opportunity to find some lost treasure. She still held out hope that one day, their father would return upon a fine horse drawing a carriage laden with gold. From that moment on, they would live their happily-ever-after, just like the tales she loved.
Yet Jack, practical and sensible, didn’t have Olivia’s confidence. Rather, he tried his best to temper her expectations. Still, every opportunity she had, she would escape the strict rules of the orphanage and set off on her own adventures. She loved making new friends and she especially loved looking for clues on her father’s whereabouts. Try as he might, Jack couldn’t contain her adventurous spirit, and so the best he could do was join her.
Jack would pack what little clothes they owned into a small suitcase and together they would follow the wind to their next adventure. A few days in the dark woods, a few more investigating the surrounding mountains. They would always return to the orphanage sooner or later.
Jack had hoped that eventually Olivia would give up on her grand adventures. Unfortunately, the last time he had spoken with her, she had been quite excited about a rumour she had overheard from a traveling merchant. According to the merchant, a mysterious castle had been spotted in the north, only a few days travel from their town.
He knew there was no point in trying to keep Olivia from investigating the rumour. Yet it was hard to see her chasing after these fanciful tales. It was especially hard to see her holding on to the false hope that their father might still be somewhere out there, but Jack couldn’t complain about the hard life. Life was meant to be hard. And simply being there to protect his little sister meant that it was a good life too.