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5 years ago

Merry Christmas, Little Red

It was December 21st and the whole world was coated in glistening snow. The wind was calm, the sun shone softly and the sky was enveloped in white fluffy clouds. It was a truly beautiful day. And our good old Santa couldn't wish for better weather for a trial flight before Christmas Eve.

Late in the afternoon he harnessed his trusted reindeers and took off. And indeed it was a splendid flight. Reindeers gracefully danced across the sky and the sleight glided along effortlessly. But as he was turning to go back to his domain, the wind picked up suddenly and the clouds gathered around him, swallowing him entirely. A loud thunder rung across the sky, startling the reindeers causing them to panic. Santa lost control over them and was blindly led by a terrified crew.

Too late he saw tips of the trees that made a huge forest below them. In the last second, he pulled the reins with all his strength to steer the reindeers to the side so they won't crash head-on. It was a harsh landing and the sleigh got bumped up a bit, but thankfully no one was harmed. After Santa managed to calm his fellow reindeers down, he took a closer look at the surrounding. It was a pretty large and thick forest. Taking off from the spot here was out of the question, so he needs to find an opening big enough to gather the required speed or better yet the edge. And he needs to find it quickly, for dusk was near.

Santa secured his crew and set off to find a way out. He wandered around the woods aimlessly for a long time. To ease his tired legs, Santa sat down on a stump he found in the snow. And while he sat there he pondered, how to get out of this situation.

"Hello," a little voice called.

Santa was immersed in his thoughts so much, he didn't notice a little girl walking up to him.

"Well hello there, little one," he smiled at her. She was indeed very little. Big blue eyes were

examining him thoughtfully, thin blonde braids stuck out from under the hood of her bright red cape.

"Are you all alright? You seem tired."

"I am a bit worn out, that is true. But I'll be fit again in no time."

"That's great," she smiled at him.

"Tell me, little one, what is your name?"

"My name is Susie, but everyone calls me a little red riding hood."

"And why is that?" Santa asked, amused.

"It's because of my cape that my grandma made me. See how pretty red it is?" she made a little twirl.

"Indeed it is very pretty. Pretty little cape for a pretty little lady."

"I am a pretty little lady, " she said proudly. "It's your turn now, you didn't tell me your name."

"My name is Nicolas, but people also call me differently."

"Really? How?" she asked eagerly.

"For most people, I am Santa Claus."

Susie thought for a moment. "I think I like Nicolas better. Santa sounds weird."

Santa laughed joyfully at her statement. "Well, thank you, little one. You too have a really pretty name."

"Thanks," she flashed him a bright smile.

"Tell me, Susie, what is such a pretty little lady doing in the woods all alone in such a late time?"

Susie went suddenly grim, her eyes looking beyond the thick trees. Santa waited patiently for her to answer.

"Are you a stranger?"

The question was so sudden it caught him off guard. Santa looked at her questioningly, before answering.

"What do you think little one?"

"I hope you are not. I like talking to you and your laugh sounds funny... No, I don't think you are a stranger."

Santa chuckled merrily. "Can't argue with that."

"Anyway, I am in a way to my grandma. She fell ill and mom send me to take her some medicine."

"Aren't you afraid of going all the way alone?" Santa asked.

"Nope, it's just beyond the large meadow on the other side of the lake."

"It looks you know it here pretty well. I seem to be a bit lost at the moment. Could you probably show me a way out?"

"I sure do, " she smiled. "Where do you need to go?"

"I just need to get to somewhere big and clear to be able to take off."

Susie tilted her head. "Take off?"

"Yes, I and my fellows were on a flight but we had an accident and crashed a little. Now we are looking for a way home."

"You can fly?" her eyes sparkled with curiosity.

"Well yes, but not alone. I need my friends to help me. Do you want to meet them? I bet they would be delighted to meet such a pretty little lady."

"That would be so awesome, " Susie practically jumped with excitement. Santa stood up and took Susie by her hand to lead them back to his sleigh.

As soon as they caught a glimpse at the red sled, Susie ran ahead to admire its beauty.

"Pretty, aren't they?" Santa said.

"Pretty? They are gorgeous!" Susie proclaimed with an eager squeak. "And what are those funny looking horses?" she pointed at them.

Santa laughed wholeheartedly. "Those are not horses, Susie. Those are my trusty flying reindeers. Would you like to pet them?" Santa smiled cheerfully.

"Can I? Yes, pretty please," she pleaded with her bright eyes.

Santa picked her up carefully and showed her all his reindeers. And she couldn't resist petting them all.

"This is Dasher and the next to him is Dancer. Cancer and Vixen are right behind them. Comet can't take a step without Cupid. Donner here is always looking for others from behind and Blitzen can't stand still for long."

"How can you tell which one is which? They all look the same."

"And yet, they are not. They are different, you just need to know where to look. Dasher has a slightly splintered antlers from when he smashed into a tree while he was learning to fly. Blitzen has a small white spot around his nose. And Cupid never leaves without his grey socks on."

"And they can really fly?" she asked disbelievingly.

"They sure can. Hey, I got an idea. Would you like to take a little flight?"

Susie now had a smile bigger than ever and her eyes sparkled like a sky full of stars.

"Ho ho ho, I take that as a yes. But we need to find a clearing first, so we can take off. Do you know someplace like that?"

Susie thought for a moment and then pointed to her right. "Over there is a huge meadow and it's not that far away."

"That's great, Susie. You are a really smart little lady. Alright, fellas, let's move on," Santa called at his reindeers and sat Susie on the seat next to him. "Comfy?"

Susie nodded and leaned forward eagerly to get a better view.

"But be careful, it might be a little bumpy," he warned her. Santa flicked with the reins and the sleigh slowly made their way through the trees. The sky took on dark blue and purple shades and the stars began to appear. The meadow truly was not far and it was large enough for a safe take-off.

"Now, are you ready?" Santa asked.

Susie looked up at the dark sky full of stars with wary in her eyes.

"Are you afraid?" Santa asked calmly.

Susie nodded nervously. "What if we fall?"

"You don't need to worry, little one," he soothed her. "My friends are extra careful when we have a guest aboard, and we won't go that fast. Tell you what, if you don't like it or get scared, just say a word and we will go down. How does that sound?" Santa offered.

Susie looked over the sky once more before giving him a determined nod.

"Alright, little one. Hold on tight," Santa whistled softly, reindeers flicked their ears and run across the grassy field to gather the right speed. And before you know it the sleigh peeled from the ground and rose into the sky.

It was a magnificent view, stars glittered all around them, and a soft breeze caressed them gently. Susie was on the edge of her seat so she could see all the trees below and stars above.

"So, do you like it?" Santa asked playfully.

"I love it! Look, there is the lake. And there are the boarding mountains. Everything looks so small down there. And the stars are much bigger and brighter up here," Susie didn't know where to look first.

"Do you see that star over there?" Santa asked her. "That's the northern star. It always shines much brighter than others and it never moves. Whenever you get lost, just follow its light and it will guide you home."

"Really?"

"Yes really," Santa chuckled. "Now, it's getting pretty late and we don't want to make your grandma worry. Where did you say she lives?"

"Right beyond that large lake we just passed." Susie reminded him.

"Alright, let's take you to your grandma. I bet she is waiting for you. Hold tight we are going to land."

The landing this time was almost flawless. Santa helped Susie out of the sleigh and set her on the ground.

"That was amazing!" she beamed. "Can we do it again sometime?"

"Hmmm," Santa thought for a moment. "Tell you what, if you promise to keep it a secret just between us, I'll come to visit you on this day every year. What do you say?"

"Promise?"

"Promise."

"You must pinkie promise," Susie demanded cheerfully and stuck out her pinkie.

"Pinkie promise," Santa hooked his pinkie with hers, sealing their vow. "Now hurry up, or you'll catch a cold."

"See you next year, Nick," Susie hugged him tightly and ran over to her grandma's house.

When she looked up to the sky for the last time, she saw the sleigh pulled by flying reindeers vanishing in the distance, and heard his cheery laugh echoing far across the land. It was all so magical and surely she wouldn't forget this night for the longest of time.

The Path of Destiny - The Blue Moon Ch 5.

After a week I am back :) This week was the school pretty hectic so I am sorry for possible mistakes :-p

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Arian paled in horror. There was another scream. Tarlok froze and sniffed. Then he turned and disappeared into in the cave.

„We need to know what is happening there.“ He said hastily. He went to the narrow path they had come. Eunis followed him.

“We can´t go this way.” he said. “It would take a long time, and we could fall. We must find another way.”

”But there is no another way out” Eunis moaned. “We're trapped.”

“Not really.” he added hopefully. “Many times I saw Tarlok in the woods. He was hunting birds there. So he first had to get down. And he would never get there by this one very narrow path, so ...”

“... there must be some other way for him in the cave.” she finished his sentence.

“Exactly.” he said enthusiastically.

“But we will have to find it first.” she said despondently.

“Don´t worry. I´m sure that Tarlok will help.” he told her. But when he looked back, he saw that Tarlok had disappeared in the cave. Eunis and Arian looked at each other and ran into the cave. It was a dark and damp. From somewhere in the distance, a cool breeze was blowing. They went straight along the wall. Every now and then they tripped over some rock. Once their eyes adjust to the darkness, they saw another three entrances into the dark tunnels.

“Cool. And where to now?” she sighed.

“Tarlok! Hey Tarlok! Help us find the way out!” called Arian. His voice echoed eerily. Then silence. From one of the tunnels could be heard thundering footsteps. After a moment Tarlok emerged from the middle tunnel. He nodded to them to follow him, he turned and went back through the tunnel. Eunis and Arian ran after him. They had to walk fast to keep up with his long strides. The tunnel was still darker and darker and began to meander. There were also a few crossroads. If they went just themselves, they would get lost, but Tarlok knew exactly where is he going and where to go. The air was heavy and humid with an admixture of mould. They thought that they really got lost when he turned into the tunnel at the end of which they saw the long sought light. They had to cover their eyes to avoid blindness. Outside, they could finally breathe fresh air.

„Thanks Tarlok.” she said appreciatively and patted his side. Moments of enthusiasm did not last long. Again the desperate cries and calls for help.

“We need to hurry to the village.” Eunis suggested. “But where are we?” she asked, looking around. Arian also looked around.

“We are on the edge of the Cornwood forest.” he said.

“But that´s so far.” Eunis moaned. “We won´t get there before sunset. And that's probably too late. You do know any abbreviation or something, right?” she asked with hope, but also with a hint of desperation in his voice. Arian shook his head. Eunis felt helpless. And she hated this feeling. A mixture of helplessness and fear. Arian was scared too. Although he didn´t show it and probably he wouldn´t admit it. But in his eyes was confusion and fear. His thoughts were interrupted by Tarlok. He poked him with his nose, almost making him fall. Then he lay down beside them. Eunis had to smile. How could she not think of it before?

“I think that he offers us a lift.”

Arian also couldn´t help but smile too and hugged him around the neck. So they climbed on his back and clutched his long fur. Tarlok stood up and began to run. They had to hold really tight so they won´t fall. On how he is large, he is incredibly fast. And so they soon found themselves on the edge of the village.

“Here you can stop” Arian told him. Tarlok obediently slowed down to a complete stop. He lay down for them to be able to dismount. Eunis scratched him behind the ears in thanks and Arian patted his neck.

“You'd better go home now, buddy. They could get frighten by you as Eunis here, but this time it might not end well.” He said worried. Tarlok licked both with his long tongue. He got up and ran home. Eunis listened. Silence. No screaming or other sounds. Arian was confused. He crouched down and walked toward the village. Eunis followed him. Then he quietly hid behind a bush, which grew by one of the houses. Pushing a few leaves away for a better view. The sight was horrible. Lots of houses were demolished, all over the ground were barrels, containers and various other things. But they didn´t see anyone.

“We are late.” Arian whispered and mesmerized staring at the mess. Eunis felt her tears roll down her cheeks. Their home was destroyed, their friends and family might be dead. Who could do such a thing? Eunis ran out from behind the bushes into the middle of the village. Watery eyes helplessly looking around to see if see could catch sight of anyone. Not a soul.

“Hello! Is anybody here? Answer me!” she cried desperately, her voice shaking. No answer. Arian walked after her and put his arm around her shoulders. Eunis leaned into him and cried. Arian returned her the hug. He couldn´t understand why their village was attacked. It was an ordinary village. It wasn´t rich in silver, gold or anything else. So... why? From the gloomy thoughts he was interrupted by a soft voice. Eunis probably also heard it, because he started to look around.

„Did you hear that?” she asked, wiping her eyes. Arian released her and nodded.

“Hello?!” As answer was a low moan. “Where are you?” Again a faint sound. It was coming from somewhere on the other side of the village. So they went to the place where they heard the call. They reached the half destroyed house, which belonged blacksmiths Sankore. All sorts of tools were lying on the ground. Embers from the fire were strewn across the floor, make it black-stained. In the left rear corner of the room they saw a hand that pounded the ground in an attempt to call for help. The rest of him was littered with debris. They began to clear away blocks of stone and wooden beams that once formed the walls and roof. It gave them a lot of work. The stones were heavy and they had to be careful not to make the stones to fall on him. After a long effort finally pulled the poor guy.

“You okay?” Eunis asked and examined the extent of his injuries. His face was all grimy from soot, clothes were tattered and stained with blood. He was rubbing his left arm gently.

“It will be fine. It just hurts a little.” He hissed when she touched the arm.

“Sankore? I almost didn´t recognize you.” she said in surprise and studied him closely. Only now she noticed his sharp features of his face and his usual cheerful, light green eyes were now sad and empty. His eyes confusedly flitted around the room, which previously was his home.

“What happened here?” Arian asked and paced around a former smithy. It was almost dark, but he noticed odd tracks that were left by someone on the soot-stained floor. Sankore glanced around the ruins of the village.

„We were attacked.” His voice trembled. He stared straight ahead. His expression was blank.

“But by whom? The raiders from south?“ Arian asked. Sankore shook his head.

“It wasn´t them. We know their style and weapons. We could beat them. Moreover they are slow. But they... they were fast, nimble and strong. They were like shadows. They had about two meters, long tail with sharp thorns, mouth full of teeth, deadly weapons and impenetrable armor. Their dark scaly skin blend in with the forest. They couldn´t be stopped. One of them jumped on me and knocked me back. I can still see those dark yellow eyes staring at me hungrily. Fortunately, I managed to shake him off and get into the house. Then they demolished it.”

Eunis was watching at him in awe. She couldn´t imagine such horror. Arian broke the silence.

“What did they want? We don´t even know them, so what was their reason?” he asked.

“Who knows.” Sankore said simply.

“Where are the others” Eunis remembered.

“Most managed to escape into the woods and hide there. But some were captured and taken away. We can only imagine what they did with them.” Suddenly Sankore twisted in a painful spasm and groaned quietly.

“Arian, try to find a house of Paran. As a healer he should have some ointments. Bring them to me, please.” she said. Arian nodded and ran across the village.

“It will be fine. I'm fine.” Sankore was persuading her.

“You have extensive injuries. And I'm not talking about those inside. I'm surprised you're still alive.”

”Well, you know. Blacksmiths like I have taken deep root.” He joked.