Christmas Adventure

Ethan had volunteered to go to bed early, which would have been unusual, except for the fact it was Christmas Eve. It is a well-known fact that all boys and girls around the world cannot wait for the eve to pass and the following morning commence. Ethan was no different, but before he lay himself down to sleep he wanted to see if he could spot Santa’s sleigh. So he stood at his window and peered intently into the night sky. It was cold and there was snow falling steadily and that meant it was going to be a white Christmas. Ethan was already as excited as he thought possible but throwing snow into the mix had ramped up the level considerably. His breath fogged up the window so that he had to use the sleeve of his pyjamas to clear the view. The sleeve felt damp and cool against his arm but he was not going to let that cause him to desert his post. He was a boy with a mission and his little face was set with determination.

As he watched the snow drift lazily past his window Ethan saw a light out the corner of his eye. He turned his head, his mouth suddenly dry; his little heart beating hard in his chest. Was this it, was he actually about to see Santa’s sleigh flying past? He frantically searched the night sky, where was it? And then suddenly he saw it again, a faint flicker but getting closer. He lost sight again, wait there it was. He let out the breath he did not know he was holding and immediately fogged up the window again. His sleeve once more swiping over the cold pane of glass. Ethan managed not to lose sight though, but felt his heart sink as he realised it was not the sleigh he was viewing. Whatever it was followed the shifts and eddies of the falling snow, seemingly at the mercy of the breeze in a way that Santa’s sleigh never would be. The disappointment was almost enough to send him under his covers to seek sleep but as we all know little boys are curious beasts and Ethan was no exception.

He watched the light grow brighter and closer but he still could not work it out, it was falling like the snow but surely it couldn't be, could it? He watched amazed as it came to rest on the window ledge. It was a snowflake, around the size of a fifty pence piece. Other than the fact it still cast a luminescent glow it seemed oddly formed, not delicate like its smaller cousins but somehow substantial, Ethan had the feeling that this flake would not melt away come the morning sun. Now a grown up would approach this situation with a sense of wonder and caution, Ethan did have a sense of wonder as he opened the window to grab it before the wind took it away, caution was not on his mind. His fingers closed around the flake and there was a blinding flash and he found himself stood under the branches of the biggest tree he had ever seen.

Ethan pulled his dressing gown tightly about himself, as a chill wind picked up. He looked around in wonder, around the tree there was a circular clearing that was white with the still falling snow. At the edge of the clearing was a forest, densely packed trees. The tops of these the snow covered in a blanket of white, in stark contrast to the browns and greens of the branches and leaves. Even these trees which would have been considered large back home were dwarfed by the tree behind him. The trunk was so wide he could not see around it, what he could do though was here raised voices from the other side. Caution still being outweighed by his curiosity, led Ethan to walk around the trunk to see what was happening.

He stopped in his tracks at the sight that lay before him. There were four of the tiniest men he had ever seen, dressed in the most amazing array of clashing colours you could ever imagine. With their long white beards and pointy hats Ethan knew with certainty that these must be elves. Where on earth was he? Three of the elves had surrounded the other and there seemed to be some form of dispute going on, all of them were talking at once and none of them listening to one another. All of a sudden they started pushing at each other and scooping snow off the floor, throwing perfectly formed snowballs at each other faster than seemed possible. Ethan stood gobsmacked and managed to piece together what had happened from the snatches of conversation he could understand. How they could carry on talking through a face full of snow, he did not know. What Ethan gathered was that these elves had lost a key and were in big trouble, they all seemed to be trying to blame each other.

Ethan was not sure what to do so he moved into the open and cleared his throat. The elves jumped in the air with fright and landed in a huddle looking for the threat. When they clocked Ethan stood there looking confused and more than a little cold they jumped up and bounded over to him. Ethan just stood there while the elves walked around him, all asking questions that he never had a chance to answer, all the while shivering more and more as snow soaked through his dressing gown and pyjamas. If this was what an adventure was like he could do without it. Finally one of the elves with a yellow hat finally noticed how cold he was and motioned the others to silence. He reached into his bright blue pocket and pulled out a sparkling powder, he held it in the palm of his hand, raised it to his face and blew. The powder settled over Ethan and he felt warmth seep back into him as his pyjamas, dressing gown and slippers dried out instantly.

It felt so nice to be dry and warm again that Ethan sighed with pleasure. He murmured his thanks and while he had the chance and the elves were quiet he followed with a “where am I?” The elf that had blown the magic dust on him again took the lead, “why you are at the North Pole of course” Ethan had suspected as much, after all he was a very bright young boy and where else were you going to find elves? “How did I get here?” he asked and then another thought occurred to him “and how do I get home?” The elf looked really sorry and explained he was not sure what had happened to bring Ethan there, he looked totally flummoxed as to how Ethan was going to get home. All of a sudden his face lit up and he said “the big man will know what to do, won’t he?” Ethan was not sure what to say but the elf looked so pleased at the solution that he just nodded.

The elf in the red hat cleared his throat to get yellow hats attention, “ummm, before we see the big man shouldn’t we try and find the key?” All at once the elves were thrown back into their heated argument again, all desperate to blame each other. Ethan picked out snatches of the conversation “you lost” and then “blame me?” followed by a “not my fault” “snowflake in the snow” they seemed to go round in circles, over and over. Ethan being a sensible if not cautious little boy thought he might be able to help, after all these elves were his ticket home. He raised his voice to be heard over the squabbling to ask the question his mother always asked him when he lost something “When did you last see it” again all the elves fell silent and turned to look at him as if seeing him for the first time.

All at once they answered, a medley of voices all trying to say that one of the others must have seen it last. Ethan realised that they were about to disintegrate into another shouting match and so asked another question, “What does this key look like?” he really needed to help solve this problem to get home. As one all of the elves pointed at the tree behind him, and in unison said “Like that” Ethan turned and saw a massive snowflake shape carved in the side of the tree, it tugged at his mind, there was something familiar about it but he could not place it. He walked over to the tree and reached out to trace the carving with his finger. Ethan began to feel a vibration in his other hand and then he remembered the snowflake that had triggered this strange set of events.

He opened his hand and then he knew why the carving in the tree looked familiar, it was just like the one he had been clutching in his hand. The snowflake floated up away from his hand as the elves gasped in surprise, it began to rotate slowly and as it did it seemed to stretch and grow until it fit exactly into the carving on the tree. The flake started to glow and a faint but beautiful chiming began to emanate from the tree, at this point the elves were gathered again around Ethan looking at him with surprise and wonder, “wherever did you find the key?, I thought I had lost it forever” said the elf in the green hat. The other three elves turned to stare at him and he looked sheepishly at them “all’s well that ends well?” they had no chance to answer as the chiming finished and looking back to the tree a door had appeared and was swinging open. A wizened looking man, dressed in a white robe that made the fresh snow seem grey stepped out to greet them. He used a tall staff in one hand to aid him as he waded through the snow, in his other hand he carried a block of wood; perfectly square and smooth. Looking first at Ethan and then to the elves, he addressed the elf in the blue hat “Snatchkin” so that is your name thought Ethan “you seem to be running late this year” Snatchkin looked embarrassed as he relayed the tale and Ethan listened eagerly.

It transpired that on their way there had been a freak snowstorm and ‘Thatchkin’ the elf in the green hat had dropped the key but not realised at the time, as this part of the story was told, Thatchkin hung his head in shame. The key had not been discovered missing until they had reached the tree and they had all assumed that it was then the key went missing. Ethan leaned forward as they surmised that the storm must have whisked the key up and transported it to his house, it all seemed so magical to him and even the elves seemed a little awed by what had happened. The wizened man listen patiently as the tale unravelled and when they had finished he spoke “it has been known from time to time, for the key to choose a young boy or girl who has been very good to be its new bearer” he smiled kindly at Thatchkin “there was nothing you could have done my little friend so don’t look so glum” his words seemed to lift a great weight and soon Thatchkin joined the other elves and Ethan beaming with delight.

Turning to Ethan the man presented him the block of wood, Ethan took it and was surprised by its weight and he had to hold it with two hands to make sure he did not drop it. What he was to do with this, he had no idea but he wanted to learn. Now Ethan was caught up in this adventure, he had forgotten all about how he was to get home. It might have been the magic of the situation or it might have been the curiosity but Ethan was hooked and there was no way he would miss any of this adventure. The old man seemed to lean less on his staff as he made his way back to the tree, he looked back at the elves to wave goodbye and Ethan was sure there was less grey in his hair and a few less wrinkles, surely that was impossible? He must have been imagining it.

Snatchkin took the lead once more, “Come, come, come, there is so little time, we must not dally” the words had barely left his mouth and he was on his way. Thatchkin and the other two fell in behind him and Ethan brought up the rear, hurrying, not wanting to be left behind. They walked for an hour through the forest until they came to another clearing which contained a small wooden hut. Ethan was starting to get tired, carrying this heavy block of wood was making his arms ache. Snatchkin marched up to the door and knocked “we’re here; we’re here; open up; we’re here” he stepped back and motioned Ethan over.  The door opened revealing a workshop with a work table strewn with tools; there was sawdust everywhere including a liberal covering over yet another elf who stood in the doorway.

He was different from the others in that he wore just the one colour, there were different shades but they were all green. “Well who are you young man?” Ethan was a little taken aback at the deep baritone voice emanating from such a tiny man and also by the fact that someone had asked his name. He stammered out “Ethan” and felt his face flush red enough to put the elves bright colours to shame. “I am called Flopkin” he smiled, ignoring Ethan’s discomfort, “I think you have something for me?” when Ethan did not seem to understand Flopkin pointed to the block of wood still cradled in his arms. Ethan was glad to hand it over and as he had a chatty elf he felt brave enough to ask “what will you do with it?” Flopkin looked surprised “you don’t know?” as Ethan shook his head Flopkin took the block over to the workbench and began turning it, looking at it from differing angles getting a feel for it. He nodded to himself and reached for a tool, rummaging through them by touch, not taking his eyes off the block.

Ethan thought he had been forgotten but Flopkin started to talk, he explained that each year a block similar to this was collected from the ‘Christmas Tree’, this block was then bought to him and he had to carve it to reflect the current Christmas, then it would then be taken to be wrapped and release the magic of Christmas over the world. All the while he talked he moved round the block, his hands a blur, as he turned it to start on another side a picture was revealed. Ethan was not able to comprehend what he saw, he could recognise holly and decorations but the rest was beyond him. The picture made Ethan ‘feel’ like Christmas morning; the giving of gifts; the receiving of gifts; the laughter and joy. He was mesmerised as Flopkin went about his work, the was no hesitation just a steady spray of sawdust filling the air until finally the tools were placed aside and Flopkin stood back to appraise his work.

The work must have passed muster because in a flurry of motion, the block was back in Ethan’s arms again. This time it was different, it felt light, almost like it wanted to float up and away. He held it close to his chest, as much as he wanted to examine it further he also wanted to make sure it got wrapped up, it was important for Christmas. As curious and brave as Ethan was, he truly was a good boy and had a sense of responsibility and he did not want to let everyone down, and as a good boy he set about the next stage of his mission with a sense of purpose. Outside again he found himself once more trudging through the snow behind Snatchkin. Orange hat had fallen in beside him so Ethan asked for his name, “Smushkin” he said “and that is Smishkin” pointing to the elf in the purple hat “he is my brother”.

Ethan enquired where they were going and how far it was, he did not want to sound like he was complaining but he was a little boy and he was up way past his bed time and he had been walking for a long time. Smushkin smiled at him and said they were nearly there, all they had to do was look to the North Star as it would show the way. Ethan looked up and the star was there, it seemed impossibly close like it was falling from the sky. When Ethan pointed this out to Smushkin, the elf laughed “of course it is, how could we get there otherwise?” Ethan was confused but the elves seemed to be expecting this. Ethan kept one eye on the star and every step saw it fall lower and lower until he thought he could not possibly take one more step due to the brightness. Then just like that, he found himself inside a large hall in the middle of which stood a pedestal of carved wood.

Beside the stool stood a lady dressed in a red dress with white fur trim. Ethan must have whispered his thought out loud as she beamed at him, “Yes child, I am Mrs Claus”.  Now the elves he had taken in his stride but this was beyond his wildest dreams and Ethan flushed with excitement. Mrs Claus was not what he was expecting, he imagined a matronly older lady but in reality she was a similar age to his mother; she had long blond hair that flowed halfway down her back; her face was kind and gentle and her eyes showing the faint lines that spoke of lots of laughter. “Come child, I believe you have something that I am waiting on and time grows short” Ethan carried the block over and placed it on the pedestal in front of her. “Thank you child, you have done a wonderful job. Now go stand over there and you will get to see something that only a few outsiders have ever seen.

As he stood to the side Ethan watched as Mrs Claus opened the side of the pedestal and withdrew a roll of shimmering green wrapping paper and a spool of bright red ribbon. Mrs Claus wrapped the block with practiced ease, cutting the paper and sticking down the edges until the cube was a neat looking present. All through this Ethan had held his breath, waiting for something to happen. He was not sure what he was expecting but he was a little disappointed when the final fold was stuck in place and still nothing had happened. Mrs Claus unwound a length of ribbon and wrapped it around the gift, still perfectly ordinary until she tied the final bow at the top. That was the moment it all changed.

The block seemed to cast a light from within, this took on the hue of green and red as it passed through the paper and ribbon. All of the pictures lovingly carved on the surface of the block were cast upon the walls of the hall where they seemed to come alive. Ethan had thought the block itself was the essence of Christmas but he realised now he was wrong. The air was filled with the sweet sound of carol singers, hundreds of songs at once; yet impossibly each one was understood individually in its beauty. Ethan breathed in deeply savouring the aroma of a roast turkey dinner; succulent plum puddings; roasting chestnuts and a myriad of other smells that all made him think of Christmas. As he watched the images playing out on the wall he realised he was wearing the biggest grin and laughing out loud. For just a moment he felt silly but looking around and seeing everyone else unashamed of their joy he re-joined the merriment.

Gradually a new sound began, softly at first, barely heard but getting louder all the time. This sound began to drown out the carol singers and brought his focus back to the block from which it seemed to originate. The air around the pedestal began to shimmer as the sound grew louder. As it grew harder to see anything through the haze it also became easier to determine the sound as a booming laugh “Ho, Ho, Ho” Ethan as all small children did not need telling who laughed like that as he was mesmerised by Santa’s laugh. The lights began to dim and the laughter boomed off the walls, floor and ceiling until for a split second the room went pitch black and then returned to normal.

Ethan gasped in surprise, for where the block had once stood, both it and the pedestal had gone. In their place was a sleigh to which six reindeer were attached and more importantly a driver dressed in a suit of red and white stood and bellowed “Ho, Ho, Ho, Merry Christmas” Ethan found himself cheering alongside the elves, he pointed to the figure on the sleigh and told any that would listen “there is Santa” even though he knew that they must know. Santa gestured for quiet and eventually calm was restored, he looked around the hall, now full of jostling elves, all trying to get a better view of the imposing figure stood in their midst. Ethan was not disappointed in any way by the man; he looked exactly as he would expect, tall with a large belly and a full and luxurious white beard he was every inch the Santa of his dreams.

Santa made a speech and Ethan tried very hard to listen and pay attention but as for all little boys, listening to ‘grown ups’ speak is very tiring; even if that person is Santa. He tried to concentrate but all he could think was ‘There’s Santa, there’s Santa, there’s Santa’. He could see the sleigh; the reindeer and now he noticed a huge red sack of presents on the back and his excitement level went through the roof. He may not have heard the speech but when the crowd erupted into cheers once again, no one cheered louder than him. Mrs Claus appeared by his side and bending down she whispered in his ear “come with me child, he wants to meet the key bearer” he could not believe it, he was going to meet Santa for real. Mrs Claus led him through the crowd of laughing elves until he was stood next to the sleigh.

“Hello Ethan, come sit with me” Santa said as he patted the seat beside him. “For a very little boy you have had a very big adventure, but it is time to get you home. I cannot deliver presents to boys and girls until they are asleep in their beds” He stood and in his booming voice bade the elves to stand clear, he kissed his wife on the cheek and told her he would be back in a jiffy then handed Ethan the reins to the sleigh. Santa told Ethan that when he was ready all he had to do was say “Hi Ho and off we go”. Ethan stammered a little on his first attempt but the elves all shouted encouragement and Ethan shouted “Hi Ho and off we go”. The sleigh surged forward, throwing him laughing back in the seat. There were two large double doors at the end of the hall and these had been opened in readiness. The sleigh flew through them and up into the night sky.

Ethan had really been on a big adventure and was very tired; as the sleigh whooshed high over the world he found himself drifting to sleep, he fought it, as best as he could; he did not want to miss a single thing but his eyelids were just too heavy. He woke with a start sometime later in his own bed. He was disappointed, surely he had not imagined it all? It had seemed so real to him. He sat there in his bed for a moment and then he realised it was Christmas morning!!! There would be presents under the tree and then there would be sweets, drinks, food and more sweets, it was going to be an amazing day. He leap out of his bed and rushed to his parents room to get them up and get the day started. He wanted to tell them all about his dream but forgot in all the excitement. At the end of the day when he was just about to go to bed he noticed there was still one gift under the tree that had not been opened. He crawled under the branches and pulled out a small box wrapped in shimmering green paper with the brightest red ribbon tied around it.

Hands shaking, Ethan undid the bow and ripped the paper apart to reveal a hand carved wooden box with a picture of a wise old man stood beside a tall tree. Ethan lifted the lid of the box and there it was, the snowflake key that unlocked Christmas. Beside the key was a note that simply said ‘Merry Christmas’ Ethan knew then that it was no dream and that little boys can have awfully big adventures.

Betrayed

Philip had gone beyond anger and rage. He now sat at his desk, centred in a terrible calm. His fingers softly tapping in time with the ticking of the the old grandfather clock in the study. The room was in a state of complete disarray, a result of his initial rage. Sitting at the desk, calm with a small smile playing at his lips, Philip was at odds with the environment.

Nothing could have prepared him for the scale of betrayal and deceit, the hurt ripped a hole right through to his very core. There would be a reckoning for this alright, there would be no half measures. His revenge was going to be brutal and bloody. As he considered the blood his smile grew wider and life finally returned to his eyes.

Philip had tried so hard to blend in, to be normal! He had gotten a job although he had no need to work, he had people he saw socially and there was his family. At the thought of his 'family', his expression flickered to rage, replaced with the smile so fast you could be forgiven for thinking it a trick of the light. His 'family', those people he had allowed close enough to care for, to protect and enjoy spending time with. There was no blood tie to these people, more a bond formed over time and stronger for it.

How long he they conspired against him? Plotting in their dark hidden places, desperate to steal his wealth. The irony being, had they asked, he would have given it freely. He had simple tastes and money meant very little to him. He had been thinking of his family when he drew up the will, wanting to take care of them should anything ever happen to him. He had shared this will with them to give them peace of mind for the future. Oh how their eyes had lit up when they saw their inheritance, he had convinced himself then that it was a trick of his mind, they would not think like that.

Philip had so wanted to trust them, but there was an itch between his shoulder blades that could not be scratched. Gradually over the last couple of weeks he had pieced together their plan. He had to admit he admired their patience, they had been very careful but had underestimated him, not a mistake anyone made twice. Philip noticed things that others wouldn't, he had made it his life's work to study people and could tell when something was up. The scheme they had hatched to have him institutionalised was now doomed to failure.

To Philip, black and white was the best way to view the world, he had tried to live in the boredom of grey and look where that had gotten him.  Looking back at the last few years he could see clearly that he had been fooling himself, pretending to live a life that society demanded rather than the life he wanted. He had not realised how drained and lethargic he had become until this betrayal. Maybe he should be thanking them and not planning to punish them,  but where was the fun in that?.

Standing, he looked around the room and began to tidy up. What could not be salvaged was placed neatly in the bin. While he worked he thought about blood, the feel of it tacky on his fingers, the copper taste, the darkness of it, blacker than the night, the way it would glisten when moonlight broke through clouds and bestowed its gentle kiss. His smile grew wider when he considered just how much there would be when he was finished and he barked a short laugh at the image of literally bathing in their blood.

Finally order was restored and Philip found himself in front of his Grandfather clock, a heavy piece, not easy to move. The pendulum clanging against the sides as he levered the clock away from the wall to reveal a shallow alcove. This contained a black leather bundle, covered in a fine layer of dust, neatly tied up with a leather thong. Philip reverently picked up this hidden package, feeling the weight of it, comfortable in his hands after so long. Placing it on the desk he could not help notice the tremble in his hands as he reached to untie the thong. Unrolling the package he revealed the tools that he had denied himself for too long.

His knives still razor sharp and the claw hammer squat and heavy. They had all been burnished to ensure no reflected light would give him away. The movies made people stupid, they saw the glint of knives before the strike and thought that was the correct way to do things, Philip was smarter, he knew that not being able to see the weapon coming for you made it deadlier still. People were terrified of the unknown, not being able to see where the strike was coming from and just feeling the pain added to the feeling of helplessness.

Philip put the clock back against the wall, and made his way to the kitchen to prepare dinner. He found his appetite had returned and his food taste real for the first time in many years. Full at last, he returned to his study and waited. He sat motionless, fingers steepled under his chin as if deep in thought, watching the hands of the clock move slowly, but steadily around the face. Finally it was time to act.........

A memory of love

The memory has always stayed with me of that last summer before my parents moved us away. I don't think the sun ever shined so bright, as when I was ten years old. The old neighbourhood, made up of tired, run down housing on the edge of the desert. A beat up old park, more sand than grass was the centre of my universe and just down the street. There was always the promise of adventure as me and my friends transported ourselves to distant times and other worlds.

The old climbing frame was the hub of our adventures, It was sometimes a tank; sometimes a time machine and sometime a place to hangout and make plans. On my last day there was no where else I would be. I had stayed after my friends had left, no yet willing to give up this magical place, hanging by my knees, feeling the blood rush to my head, pounding a regular beat. I looked around at an unfamiliar noise, a gentle squeak followed by a thump, that was getting closer. Upside down as I was, I could not turn enough to get a proper look without falling from my perch.

The squeak and thump were getting louder, I had hauled myself back up and found myself looking down at a beautiful girl in a paisley dress making her way towards me on her pogo-stick. Sarah was in my class at at school and I was deeply in love with her, all my friends at the time knew it and teased me mercilessly. She had made her way towards me, nearly falling off as she attempted a quick wave. My mouth went dry, I was going to have to speak to her, what on earth was I going to say?

Sarah finally made it over to me. My heart was pounding in my chest and my face flushed as I had climbed down to meet her. There was an uncomfortable silence whilst Sarah had gotten her breath back and I had stood there staring at my trainers. There was so much I wanted to say to her but time was my bitter enemy, I had felt a surge of anger then, at my life and my Parents for ruining it. It is amazing the difference time makes, knowing now, as I do that the decision was the right one, does not change the feeling of righteous anger I had felt at that moment.

Sarah was the first one to break the silence, “so you leave today?” I had looked up at her face then, something in her voice, a nervousness I had not heard before. Her face had been flushed too, I had thought it was just from using the pogo-stick but she seemed to be having trouble meeting my eyes as well. I had replied sadly “first thing tomorrow morning, to beat the traffic”. “Oh” was all she said, a determined look appeared on her face, before she had suddenly stepped forward and planted a quick kiss on my lips.

Before I could even begin to recover she pulled an envelope out of her pocket, thrust it into my hands and carrying her pogo-stick under her arm beat a hasty retreat. I swear my mouth must have been opening and closing like a goldfish, I had looked down at the envelope and back up at the dwindling figure of Sarah. I had watched until Sarah was completely out of sight before ripping open the envelope to find out what treasure was within.

I pulled out a letter and read its contents again and again until the light was to bad to see the words. The letter remains with me to this day, like me, it is a little faded and more than a little the worse for wear. I think back to that glorious Summer all those years ago, when the Sun was shining the brightest it has ever been. I realise that it was not an ending that day but a beginning.

I can only hope you feel the same,

thoughts of you not being here make me sad.

Please write to me every week

and I will do the same.

that way, no matter how far,

we will still be together.

Yours always,

Sarah

xx

I told the story and read out the letter at my 21^st birthday party and we all laughed; I did the same thing on our wedding day, my beautiful Sarah and you cried; I told our children and grand children and we both cried; now as I hold your hand and tell our story to you, one last time, it is only me crying. I do not know if you can still hear me, but I want you to know, my feelings are still as bright as that summer so many years ago. Death is not the end, merely a new beginning, where I will be with you once more.  

Captured

Water ran in rivulets down the mould infested wall. The cold and damp sat heavy on her chest causing a wracking cough. Time had ceased to have meaning in this place, all she could do was watch the water on its inevitable journey and restart the count that the cough had interupted. She was not sure what she was counting up to, but it helped pass the time. There was only one thing she could count on, the regular visit from Him.

He never said anything, but she always knew when he was there. Stood at the door to her cell He would watch quietly, she had, at first stared with defiance at the door, meeting his unseen gaze. Over time her gaze had begun to waver, de-hydrated and hungry she felt her resolve weaken. She still felt shame burning bright as she recalled her complete break down, begging him for food and water, promising him anything in return. She had meant every word and had sobbed with relief as she was rewarded with a little water.

Her mind wandered, again she stood at the boot of her car, reaching in, to place box containing the Christmas present she had bought for her son. At the thought of James she curled herself into a ball and let the tears flow. When she regained control, she started the count again, one, two, three... fifty eight, fifty nine..... the box again, into the boot, the shadow of movement, a phantom behind her reaching around her..... seventy three, seventy four..... a sharp pain in her neck before everything went dark.

One hundred and eight, one hundred and nine.... another racking cough that affected her whole body but this time not the count. Time continued to pass, her internal count continued as she watched the water on its journey down the wall, always the same journey... two hundred and three, two hundred and four... opening up the boot of her car, picking the box for James, excited at the thought of his face on Christmas morning. A flicker as a shadow passes behind her, a sharp pain and then blackness.

He stands at the door, watching her as she sobs, curled into a ball. She counts out loud, this is new and therefore interesting. He loves to watch his girls, his favourite so far is this one, she took longer to break. There is no doubt now that she is broken and he feels sad, he fingered the blade in his hands and considers when he will sever the connection. As sad as he feels there is also excitement at the prospect of ending this relationship in his own special way.

The counting has stopped now and he knows she is aware of his presence. He stands there remembering all of the good times they have shared together, the silence is a comfortable one, both at ease with each other, there is no need for words any more. Now in this moment he realises that the time is now. She must realise this as well, because although he has not moved yet, she has moved into the corner and is whimpering quietly.

He has been watching her for a while, this time it feels different, a peculiar feeling that makes her skin crawl. She crawls to the corner, seeking refuge, she is whispering James name over and over again. She is too weak to prevent the inevitable, she knows this, but the protective mantra of her sons name gives her a small measure of comfort and hope. It is not enough, the door opens and hope disappears with a blinding light.

He enters the room, watching her cover her eyes, he knows the pain she will be feeling in this the first light she has seen in their two month relationship. He is not worried she will see his face, he wants her to see him. The last thing she will see, will be the love in his eyes, he knows this will give her the ultimate peace.

He felt great, it was a good day to be alive. The sun was shining, bright, in the sky, as he walked up the path to his front door. He put the key in the lock and as he opened the door he smiled in rememberence of that final moment, his last goodbye to his love, the acceptence in her eyes. He was bought back to reality by a whirlwind of energy flying into his arms “Daddy, you're home!!”   

Spiral

The day was glorious, the sun high in the clear blue sky adding the illusion of warmth to these coastal waters. Light filtered down, casting shadows from the coral and the fish swimming by onto the golden sand below. The weight of the scuba equipment was negated by the bouyancy of the water as he swam, it was almost possible to forget it was there. Sam was used to wearing the equipment now, having been on an intensive training course, to get ready for this moment, this hunt for lost treasure. What he was seeking was not treasure in the traditional sense but something that was taken from him.

The current tried to take him towards the shore, a gentle yet insistent pressure. Resisting this tidal pull with a kick from his flippers, he moved lower towards the sea bed. Sam was sure it was close, he had many failed attempts in the past year but this time he was sure, it felt right. Lost in thoughts of the past Sam almost missed a glint out the corner of his eye. Scanning the sand below he saw it again, over to his left, a definite sparkle. A powerful kick of his legs helped him close the distance. Was this it, had he finally found it? Sam used his hand to brush away some sand. Finally it was his again.

It was just like he remembered, a smooth, metallic disc with a picture etched onto its surface. Being submerged had not affected it at all, not one spot of rust marred its beauty. The picture was that of a snake, curled into a spiral, an image he could draw from memory, even though he had not seen the original for seventeen years. He scooped it up and placed it in a bag with some unusual shells he had gathered during his search. Excitement building, he made his way back to the boat he had hired.

Safely aboard, he got out of his scuba gear, towelled off. Having donned jeans and a plain t-shirt he moved to the table and emptied the bag. Shells cascaded across the surface whilst the disk just hit with a solid thump, it landed with the image face up, but he remembered it always had. Seeing it here on the table, so close, took him back to the last time he saw it. He had been twelve years old, his parents had kept it in a safe, on board their yacht, a safe that Sam had known the code to. He had discovered the disc a few months earlier and felt strangely drawn to it. There was something about the spiral that spoke to him, Sam had felt like it belonged with him. He used to take it out to look at when he could, but he never had it for long, always he had been worried about being caught.

Seventeen years ago Sam had been holding the disc when his mother had walked into the room, he was so focused on it, so close to a discovery, every second bringing him closer to understanding, that he never heard her panicked yell for his father. The disk had been ripped from his grasp, his vision swam and all he could see was hazy dots making everything seem spotty. He had staggered after his father, crying out for the disk, desperately trying to explain how close he was to understanding, but unable to form the words in his disorientated state. Finally catching up with his father in time to watch him hurl the disk into the sea. There was no splash, it just entered the waves and sank beneath the surface. His father had reached out and cradled his face, looking him in the eyes, asking over and over if he was okay. The shock of seeing how worried and pale his father was, finally cleared the cloud of confusion that had been fogging up his mind. After that day the disc was never mentioned again, if he tried to bring it up the subject was changed, eventually he stopped asking, but never forgot.

Now, years later he had found it again. Looking down at the table Sam felt a certainty, that he was always meant to find it again, he had the strangest feeling, if he had not found it, then it would have found him. It was a feeling that had the hairs on his arms rise up along with goosebumps. Sam sat down and reached for the disc, but nerves got the better of him and he let his hands fall to his lap. He reached out again and stopped, finally he pulled himself together and took hold of it. The disc felt cold at first but started to warm quickly as his eyes followed the spiral towards the centre, he kept following the curves round and round, the disc was getting hotter and still he had not reached the end.

Time passed and he sat there lost in the spiral, the heat from the disk becoming uncomfortable, his vision focused on the spiral and only the spiral. The day waned into night and he did not notice the luminescence that allowed his journey to continue, feeling close to the end but never quite reaching his goal. The heat intensified, and he struggled to keep hold but could not let go, then the light grew so bright that he cried out in shock before slumping unconscious to the floor.

Sam awoke to the soothing sound of the ocean, lapping against the side of the boat, but something felt wrong, the boat was not moving with the tide any more. He stood slowly, hands rubbing at his temples, trying to massage away the throbbing pain. Sam looked around for the disk but there was no sign, he turned the room upside down but there was nothing. His head was hurting and his mouth was dry, heading to the galley he drank straight from the carton of juice left there. All the while, he racked his brain for an explanation of what had happened but came up short.

His thirst quenched, the pain in his head subsiding, Sam decided to head up to the deck and find out what was up with the boat. Poking his head up through the hatch he quickly realised the problem, the boat was grounded on the beach. If the grounded boat was his only problem he would have been okay, but unfortunately he had no idea where he had run ashore. There was nothing familiar at all, as far as he could make out there was not any obvious signs of habitation. There was a hill close by and he decided to see what a higher view point might yield.

The climb was not overly strenuous but by the time he reached the hilltop his head was throbbing again and he was breathing heavily. The view was spectacular, the island Sam was on was small and he could see all the way around from here, there were other islands nearby and thankfully he recognised one. A giant wave of relief washed over him and he felt the best he had all day. He made his way back to the beach and examining the boat he could not see any signs of damage, his day was getting better, now if only he could get this boat afloat again.

As he considered his options he felt a tingling sensation in the palm of his hands, he turned them up to get a better look and was shock to see the spiral design on each hand. Sam traced it with his fingers and could feel the raised, slightly inflamed flesh. The tingle grew more pronounced and then the heat began, he ran to the waters edge and thrust his hands into the waves, shocked at the hissing as water flash boiled. The tingling stopped, and he pulled his hands from the surf and looked at the now clear image on each palm.

His hands felt fine, and running his fingers over the images there was no evidence of anything unusual, just his normal skin. Sam could not stop looking at the picture, it was identical on each hand and rather than disfiguring it looked like it belonged there. This whole affair was shaping up to be a unique and intense experience. He walked back to the boat, his mind working overtime trying to process everything. All he wanted to do was get aboard and grab a drink, not juice this time. The tide had moved further out and so he had time to kill, he climbed aboard and made his way to the galley.

As he poured a Southern Comfort, he found himself wishing he was afloat again, so he could get home and do some reasearch, he desperately wanted some answers. As he moved to take a seat, a strange tingle in his palms distracted him and then he nearly lost his balance as the boat lurched. Sam rushed up to the deck and stopped dead in his tracks. It could not be, the boat was afloat again and already quite a distance from the shore. Sam looked down at his palms in wonder, could he have done this?.......

A Christmas Story

He seemed so tiny and fragile lying in my arms. I could feel the tears streaming down my face as I looked upon him. Blick had been a big part of my life for many years and although my parents had assumed he was a make believe friend I knew the truth.

I had been nine years old when Blick found me hiding in my garden from my parents, I cannot remember exactly why I was hiding, probably nothing more serious than avoiding chores. I remember, he had strolled into the garden whistling a merry tune with a spring in his step, he had on the strangest outfit I had ever seen, it was all reds and blues topped off with a pointy little hat. He came straight across the garden to where I was sitting behind a hedge, he poked his head around the edge and smiling said "How do you do?". I had been a little taken aback especially as this close I could see he was incredibly short, and I mean INCREDIBLY short for a grown up.

I said “hello” to him not sure of how I should answer this strange man. He introduced himself as 'Blick' and told me he had been looking for me a very long time, to find me, as I had a special destiny. I laughed so hard I nearly cried but there was something in the calm manner with which he looked at me that made me stop. He waited till I was silent once more and asked me if I wanted to hear a story. I was in no rush to face the music inside the house so I said "okay". He had made himself more comfortable sitting on the grass in front of me and began his tale.

His hat wobbled as he talked of Christmas as it once used to be, a magical time full of joy and wonder where the children of the world would write a wish to Santa and send it to the north pole. He talked of excitement, goodwill and festive cheer, he painted such a vivid picture with his words that I could almost hear the laughter and taste the puddings and mince pies. Christmas had lost its magic many years ago, it had been a subtle change so no one had noticed that present giving was very rare and although people sat down for a meal it was nothing like the picture that Blick had painted. People went through the motions but it was a soulless affair. The way Blick described it was certainly not like any Christmas I had ever experienced and I felt a little jealous.

Blick explained that it had all changed when Santa had been taken and locked up by the 'Indraci' a race of creatures who hate joy and happiness. They are of a similar size to elves but have slitted eyes and talons. Being creatures of snow and ice they thrive on cold and abhor heat, their leader is a rogue elf named Scatch who turned away from love and happiness and now called himself Santa Claws. Scratch had used his knowledge of the workshop at the north pole to sneak his Indraci past the defences and had descended on the helpless elves in a night of terror. Only a few had managed to escape and could do nothing as Santa and the other elves were taken.

Blick had been there that night and as he told of the horrors he had seen, he had to hold back the tears of grief, for his fallen friends. He told me how he had been ready to give up that night, but as he lay injured in the snow looking up at the stars, he became aware of what he had thought was a shooting star, but soon realised it was in fact the North Star. The light fell towards him filling more and more of his vision, he felt no fear as he was enveloped in the warm light. His wounds stopped hurting and he fell into a deep sleep. As he slept a voice spoke to him telling him of a child born to bring back the joy of Christmas, who needed to be protected whilst he learned how to fulfil his destiny, a child blessed with gifts who would need guidance if he was to have a chance. Blick had woken healed and whole and with a new sense of purpose, his journey had taken him all over the globe and many years but finally his search was over and he had found me.

I had listened to his tale in silence and even after he had finished I remember sitting there speechless, even though I was young I had sensed the truth in his words and I was left a little shocked. Finally, when I was able to speak I asked how he could be sure it was me, after all there are a lot of children in the world. He said quite simply he was one hundred percent sure because I was the only one that could see him, it was not till I was called in by my parents to face the music that I had realised what he meant. He had strolled in behind me whistling that merry tune of his and my parents did not bat an eyelid, the closest I think they got was mentioning a bird singing outside but I knew it was not.

I was then sent to my room upstairs which suited me fine, as suddenly I had questions to ask Blick, he followed me up to my room and as I sat on the bed he sat cross legged on the floor. I started off with the obvious "why couldn't my parents see you?, you were right in front of them whistling and they saw nothing and thought your tune was a bird!" he looked at me with that twinkle in his eye and said cryptically "They could not see me because they are not you" this obviously made no sense to me then and to be honest only a little sense now. I asked him about my destiny, what did it mean? What was supposed to fulfil? Blick very calmly explained to me that I was going to free Santa, the way he said it was so certain and sure yet at the same time a little nervous. I was only nine years old and suddenly felt the weight of the world on my shoulders, he smiled at me and told me not to worry just yet as he would help me and train me but I was not ready yet.

Blick became my best friend, not my only friend but definitely my best one. My parents put up with him for two years before they made me give him up, at that point I was old enough to realise that people thought it was strange to talk to what they thought was an imaginary friend. After that I was much more careful when talking to Blick and he seemed to think it was wise too. I had not started any training that I was aware of yet and now that I was older Blick seemed to think I was ready. It had been exciting for me as I was not sure what to expect and I woke early the morning I was to begin. it was summer time and the school holidays stretched out in front of me seemingly forever. I was a little disappointed when Blick had me start doing star jumps and running around the garden. I persevered, waiting for the special training to start but days went by with no change and I started to get a little fed up. I had complained to Blick but he just told me that I needed to be strong in body as well as mind and for now we would work on the body. Summer seemed to rush past in a blur of exercise and day trips with my parents, I had a great time but the regimented way I was having to exercise made the fact I had a destiny to fufill all to real. Autumn arrived and went as did winter then spring, I was getting super fit and was no longer picked last at sports. My reactions were getting faster and I was getting more competitive, I started to push myself harder.

Blick seemed pleased with the progress I was making and started to teach me meditation techniques that he said would strengthen my mind and relax my body to help it keep up with the relentless regime I was putting it through. This continued on for the next couple of years, I was starting to fill out across my shoulders and was competing against kids older than me in sports and classes as the techniques Blick taught me pushed my mind and body past any limits I had imagined. It was around this time that Blick told me I would need to step up my training, I remember looking at him in complete disbelief as I honestly thought there was no way I could push myself any harder, I was so wrong.

It was now in the middle of winter and the evenings had drawn in, there was a layer of snow across the garden although the odd bit of grass poked its head defiantly through the snow in places. Blick woke me after my parents had gone to bed and told me we were going outside, I reached for my dressing gown and slippers but he told me to leave them behind. That was how I found myself shivering and cold, standing in the garden wearing my pyjamas and nothing on my feet. I begged Blick to let me go in as I was so cold but he fixed me with a stare that had none of its normal twinkle. I clamped my jaw shut against any other complaints and he started to take me through some of the mind exercises he had been teaching me recently.

I felt myself calming and he told me to imagine pushing the cold slowly away from my body, I did it and although I did not feel warm I was no longer cold, it was like I created a barrier and used it to push the cold away. I was so excited by my success that I broke concentration to tell Blick it was working only to feel the cold rush back start me shivering again. It took a few more attempts to replicate this first success and I was so cold by this point that I dare not break concentration and feel again the icy tentacles of the cold reaching for me. I am not sure how long I stood there but I did not seem to feel cold any more and had managed to apply a little warmth as well. When he told me to do so I opened my eyes and gasped in shock as I saw the perfect circle of green around me were the snow had melted after being warmed by me.

The ground was mushy were the water had begun to soak in. I thought I caught a look of surprise on Blicks face but it was gone in an instant, I asked him what pushing the cold from me would accomplish and he told me “not a lot” and barked a little laugh. He explained briefly that eventually I would be able to push the cold out of an Indraci which would cause them to become sluggish and lethargic. The sun was just starting to peer over the horizon, chasing the night away and I realized I had been standing outside for most of the night. Now that my concentration had been broken I began to feel the cold again and so I had sneaked back to my room before my parents woke up and found me missing. I was strangely rested considering I was only now climbing into bed. I had stopped to look out the window at that circle of green and pinched myself to make sure I was not dreaming. I wrapped myself in the duvet and felt the cold seep out of my bones once more. I wanted to ask Blick what had happened that he had not expected but he had not followed me upstairs and it soon slipped my mind.

From time to time he would disappear for a day or so without notice and then come strolling back, I would always hear his merry whistling long before I laid eyes on him. This time was different though and he was gone for over a week and I was starting to get worried. Putting the time to good use I carried on with my exercises of the mind and body. I pushed myself harder surprising myself daily, exceeding what I thought was possible. My parents started to comment on the weird circles of snow and then one night I really concentrated on the cold moving from me and cleared our whole garden, right to the boundary but warming that much of an area had taken its toll on me.

I spent time practicing, just keeping me warm and pushing the cold further away from me which was less draining. It was an interesting conversation over breakfast that morning and I had to fight the urge not to laugh at the bemused look on their faces.

I was getting better at focusing my mind and decided that perhaps I had tortured my parents enough with these strange goings on. That night as I walked barefoot into the snow I focused on keeping the cold from my body but not affecting anything else, it took most of the night to get it right but I was finally able to hold the cold at bay just to the edge of me and not melting the snow as long as I moved around. Standing still caused the snow to melt beneath my feet but in a much smaller radius, the solution came when I tried the trick whilst out for the day with my parents. I had realized by pushing the cold to the edge of my body that my shoes and clothes protected the snow from the gentle warmth I applied to myself, stopping it melting any more than when anyone else stood on it.

I was really starting to enjoy this skill and wondered what else I could do when I heard the merry tune of Blicks whistle coming towards me, he sauntered into view weaving around the public that milled around the shopping centre we were in at that time. I remember wanting to ask him where he had been, although he probably wouldn’t tell me. The rest of the day spent choosing new clothes dragged, but finally was over and I was able to ask my questions of Blick. This time I was determined to get at least some answers, I was putting in all this effort and it was about time he stopped with the secrecy and I told him so.

He had gestured for me to sit on the bed which I did and he proceeded to tell me that he had been rounding up some of the remaining elves and this last week he had been with them on a scouting mission, looking for the last ones remaining from the workshop. This had been difficult because they had to rescue ten of their brethren from a band of Indraci and then leave no trail that could lead back to home and me. I will admit to feeling a little bit sheepish and selfish, when I heard what he had been up to, but I told him to let me know in future, what was happening. He had nodded and looked at me appraisingly as if seeing for the first time the young man I was growing in to.

The next few months had seen relentless training by Blick and I could sense the urgency growing. I knew the time was dawning where I would have to fulfil my destiny, I had felt excited but also scared by the prospect back then. I had learned more about what I was able to do with the cold and was now able to influence areas at a distance, it had been uncomfortable at first, as it took a while to perfect keeping the cold from myself as well as working on a separate area. I was sure this was going to help me immobalise Indraci so I practised hard. I fell into my bed each night in a state of exhaustion both physical as well as mental.

Blick had made me sign up to martial arts lessons the previous year and I was getting very good. At first I was not sure why, but he had told me that even a sluggish Indraci is pretty dangerous. I found that I had to hold back in classes as I realized that I was stronger and faster than most of the class now, the only time I could push myself to my full potential was with Blick who was surprisingly strong and agile. For an elf he was endlessly devious at hand to hand combat. I remember telling him that it seemed pointless for me to go to the classes when he was so much better than my teacher, he had smiled and told me that it was good for me to spend time with other people and be aware of their limits so as not to accidentally hurt them.

Blick was starting to disappear on a more frequent basis and for longer each time and he seemed more serious and intense than ever before, the whistling had stopped and the twinkle from his eyes had all but gone. I remember feeling feeling very worried and anxious, looking back that was probably why I discovered another skill to do with my mind.

I had been stood in the field at the back of our house, shielded from prying eyes by a row of conifers and using the techniques I had been taught to push the cold from a stone. I can only assume that I had a panic attack, as suddenly the size of the task that lay ahead had finally hit me and I was old enough now to realise the danger to me. My pulse had increased and my heart was pounding within my chest, I felt the world around me go dim as as I started to lose consciousness. The stone was the only thing I could see and my irrational fear seemed to link itself to this thing. I just needed to get away from this object but my legs were so weak and I sank to my knees feeling the dampness of the grass through my jeans. I flung my hands out towards the stone as if to push it away from me and the last thing I saw before the darkness claimed me was the stone jump into the air.

I awoke to a throbbing pain in my head and the chill from the cold damp grass seeping into me. Without thinking I pushed the cold away and immediately felt better. Regaining my feet I had walked over towards the stone, pausing to look at the dent in the grass where the stone had been laying. I went and picked it up seeing the grass spring back into place, the stone looked normal in my hands but then I dont know what I expected to see. I placed it back on the floor in its original position and went back to my starting place. I had forgotten the panic attack and remember being excited to try and move the stone again. I wish I could say I was able to reproduce the feat again but the most I was able to do was make it wobble a little, even then, I could not guarantee that I had not imagined even that.

I resolved to spend an hour a day on this new development but no more, I had to perfect the skills I knew about and it would be too easy to get distracted now. I made my way home after a short run to clear the cobwebs from my brain and had spent the evening with friends as I felt the need for some normalcy. I remember thinking during the next few days how they seemed to drag and that the endless waiting was driving me insane, looking back now I wished I had not been in such a hurry.

Blicks next return heralded change. I could see that from the purposeful stride that something was going to happen, he had signalled to me that I should go to my room, I was in the middle of dinner so I had wolfed down what I had left much to the disdain of my parents and excused myself from the table. Rushing up the stairs I found him sitting cross legged on the floor and I went to sit on the edge of the bed facing him. He had told me that the situation had come to a head and that I had been discovered by the Indraci and that we had to make our move now. I had sat there in shock and suddenly did not feel very ready for what was about to happen.

Following his instructions I got changed into some hardier clothes having been in pyjamas at dinner. I pulled on my jeans and t-shirt and then a light weight jacket that did not restrict movement. I had to wait until my parents had gone to bed before sneaking out, I was following Blick across the garden when I realised I had not even left a note. Blick turned as he sensed my sudden hesitation but had moved his head side to side at my unasked question, I knew then it was to late to turn back. We were approaching the row of conifers now and I could hear something chiming on the wind, it was like a chime only the notes were so pure and clear, I picked up my pace curious now but I stopped dead as the branches were parted.

It was not the elves standing there in a myriad of clashing colours that had shocked me, although at any other time that would have been plenty, it was the sleigh. Bright Red with a dark wood trim, the seats lined with white furs for comfort and warmth. Behind the seat there was room for what I guessed would ordinarily be a sack of presents but currently housed a small bundle of red and white fabric. There was a lantern affixed to a hook at the front which gave of a soft yellow light. Out in front, four reindeer attached by their harnesses, along which where little bells that chimed as they moved. I was struck dumb at seeing Santa’s sleigh and even though it was a long way till Christmas I had felt the joy and wonder that had been missing for so long. I wished that everyone could share this feeling. I could see the approving looks on the faces of the elves as they saw my obvious joy.

I had moved towards the sleigh and reverently slid my hand along the side, feeling the grain of the wood beneath my fingers, the graceful curves and the small pattern carved along its length of holly and presents. It was so silent other than the odd chime of the bells as I moved along and patted the reindeer’s flanks, seeing for the first time the names on the harnesses, Blitzen, Dancer, Prancer and Dasher. Finally I was stood in front and looking into the eyes of four reindeer and seeing an awareness that should not be there and I knew these animals were no dumb beasts. I glanced across at Blick questioningly who had said that I should get in the sleigh as I could not travel the same way as the elves I did not possess their magic.

I made my way down the other side stopping to pat Prancer and Dasher on the way. I settled myself on the furs and looked around not sure what to do, the matter was taken out of my hands when another elf came and sat beside me, his name he told me was Scootch and he took hold of the reins and I was forced back into the seat as the reindeer surged forward and we took flight. I doubt that any experience I will ever have will match up to that flight, the speed and exhilaration made me laugh out loud. I had plucked up the courage to look over the side and could see the lights that seemed to twinkle in the night below me, I watched as we flew over towns and villages and imagined people looking up and pointing in wonder at the spectacle above their heads but I knew we were too high and moving to fast to be seen. I settled back in the seat and was soon lulled into sleep by the sound of the bells chiming and the calming whoosh as we cut through the air.

I am not sure how long I slept for but when my eyes opened it was still dark out and I realised that the wind noise was louder and a lurching feeling in my stomach alerted me to our decent. I was so very cold and I forced it from my body and warmed myself. I peered over the side and wished I hadn't as the ground appeared to be rushing up to meet us, I stifled a scream as at the last minute the reindeer righted their decent and we smoothly touched down on fresh deep snow.

I managed to calm my self as I donned the snow shoes I was given, now I understood why Blick had made me spend a day walking around with tennis rackets tied to my feet. I disembarked from the sleigh and said my thanks to Scootch and the reindeer who snorted an acknowledgement to me. I walked over to join the rest of the elves who were in deep conversation, they made way for me to join them. Blick bought me up to speed on what I had missed, which was not much, thankfully. They had waited for me for the serious stuff and now we got down to planning in earnest. The elves using their magic were able to mould the snow to create a model of the building that was housing the captive Santa Claus. I was amazed at the detail when they made miniature versions of the Indraci appear, patrolling in the routine they had been observed for the last couple of months.

I asked for them to create a life size model of an Indraci so that I could fully understand what I would be up against. It was creepy looking on this creature of evil, suddenly it lunged at me, claws flashing for my throat and I stumbled backwards falling in the snow. The Indraci disintegrated becoming a miniature snow shower, covering me from head to toe. I looked over at the elves who were trying very hard not to laugh at me. I dusted myself off and rejoined the group, Blick burst out laughing as he looked in my face and though I tried to be angry I imagined how it would have looked and found myself laughing too. It was a great release of tension and I think we all needed it, however we had planning to do and were soon engrossed again.

The plan was fairly simple: Sneak past the patrolling guards, infiltrate the building then find and free Santa Claus and so full of confidence we set off. It was a long walk, and I commented at the fact it was not getting any lighter. Blick filled the gap in my knowledge about the south pole, apparently the sun does not show its face there very often and was next due in a few months. While he was explaining, we reached the crest of a hill and he pulled me to the ground, putting his finger to his lips to make sure I understood the need for silence. We edged forward and peered down the other side to the building I had only seen in miniature, it was exactly as I had been shown earlier even to the roaming patrol. It was about to get real and I had felt a strange sense of calm descend over me, my training had started to assert itself and I had finally felt ready.

I looked across at Blick, pointed at the rear of the building waited for his nod and we were off and in a crouching run through the gap in the patrol. Huddled low we covered the ground quickly despite my snow shoes, soon we were stood with our backs against the cold wall of the building.

I edged to the corner and peeked around and seeing the solitary Guard in front of the door I moved back out of sight and whispered to Blick my intention to neutralise the threat. As the snow was compacted this close to the building I kicked off the snow shoes as I did not want to have my movement hampered, I stepped into view and the Indraci immediately started towards me. I was horrified at how fast it moved and it had closed three quarters of the distance in a blink of an eye before my training kicked in and I focused enough to take the cold away. Its momentum carried it forward into my spin kick, stunned and sluggish, it was easily finished with a flurry of punches that sent it unconscious to the floor. Blick appeared next to me and told me he would drag the Indraci around the back of the building and out of sight and that I should go on ahead.

I moved along the wall towards the door, trying the handle was relieved to find it turned under my hand and I slipped inside closing the door behind me. Around the building at the windows and the other door the elves were trying to gain entrance, the plan was if they could not get in they would melt back into the distance and be ready should anything go wrong. Knowing what I know now, I should had realised that it was too easy, but in the heat of the moment, with adrenalin coursing through my veins I did not stop to think but moved deeper into the building. I did not see any sign of the elves but I also did not see any sign of the Indraci. I came to the bottom of a set of stairs and worked my way up, keeping to the wall to minimise any sound, as I could not afford a squeak to give me away.

I found myself in a long corridor and looked both ways, there was no sign of anyone and there were doorways lining the walls down both sides. I had been told that Santa was in the end room at the back of the building and so I turned left and sneaked down the corridor to the end. A couple of times I stopped as I thought I heard a noise in one of the rooms I passed, holding my breath hoping that the noise of my heart beating like a drum in my chest would not get me caught. Each time I pushed on after a brief pause, finally I was at the end of the hallway and at the door. I could not believe it I was about to meet a legend the one and only Santa Claus, I reached out and touched the handle and that was when it hit the proverbial fan.

Sirens blared out and as I spun around every door down the corridor opened and out stepped Indraci. I reached behind me for the handle and turning it stepped backwards into the room. I slammed shut the door and turned to see a frail looking old man laying on a bed, he looked weak and sickly and I realised at once I was not going to get any help from this quarter. Looking around I saw a chest of drawers and dragged them in front of the door just as the first of the Indraci threw themselves at it causing it to rattle on its hinges. I ran to the window looking for a way out and was horrified to see a battle being waged outside, the elves having been ambushed and where holding their ground valiantly.

The sound of the door being smashed behind me faded as I saw Blick move into view, time seemed to move in slow motion as I saw an Indraci burst up from beneath the snow behind him and thrust out a clawed hand. Blick collapsed in a spray of blood and I screamed out 'no' over and over again, the Indraci looked up at the window and smiled at me. Blick lying so still at its feet broke my heart and I felt something snap inside of me. I turned in time to see the last of the door being ripped away, I let them move the chest of drawers for me and then took the cold away all down the corridor and watched their faces register surprise.

Without the cold that sustained them they became slow and lethergic and I ruthlessly applied not the gentle warmth from before but a white hot heat to match the raging grief I was feeling, all down the corridor the Indraci turned into vapour. I helped Santa to his feet surprised at the weight of him. With him leaning on me for support we made our way to the top of the stairs, he was breathing hard and a said he had to rest. Every fibre of my being was screaming at me to run down the stairs and join the fray but Santa was the reason for this mission and I owed it to Blick and the others to get him out of here. I had sat him on the top step and explained to him that this was a rescue but we had walked blindly into a trap, he could see I was upset and had forced himself upright with a supreme force of will, to make our way down the stairs.

I saw Indraci massing at the foot of the stairs and in a blink of an eye I turned them into vapour. I would show no mercy to these vile creatures and as we made our slow way to the door I kept that promise as I used my talent again and again until they realised that to come at me was to invite destruction. We finally got to the door that would lead us outside, I asked Santa if he would be alright, he was only wearing his black boots and red trousers held up with braces over a white T-Shirt, he nodded he was okay. When I opened it there was no sound of fighting any more and I was not sure if that was good or bad. We were going to step outside when I heard a snide little voice say “And were do you think you are going” I had turned slowly to see an elf dressed all in black in an outfit the same style as Santa Claus. I felt my rage crest and went to move the cold out of him as I had with the Indraci but he just laughed at me and called me a pathetic child.

He held in his hand a staff and seeing it Santa took an involuntary step forward as he reached for it, the elf Scatch who I realised must be 'Santa Claws' pointed at the real Santa and he fell to his knees shaking in pain. I moved forward too, to try and stop this frail old man suffering any more at the hands of this despicable creature when the finger swung from Santa to me. My knees buckled and I will never be able to describe the agony that tore through my body, 'Claws' took another step closer to us and I managed to block some of the pain using the exercises Blick had taught me, Santa through gritted teeth said “get the staff”, I could only think of one thing to try but I was aware that it had only really worked the once. I centred my mind and called the staff to me, it hit my outstretched hand and immediately the pain stopped. I let out a sigh of relief and stood using the staff to help me. 'Claws' looked shocked at what had happened but more so when I used that power to throw him against the wall, he slid to the floor like a rag doll and I gave no consideration to the fact that I might have killed him. I turned to Santa and helped him once more to his feet, I had passed him the staff and when he had hold of it had seemed to sand taller and look less frail and more hearty.

I had tarried enough and told Santa I had to check on Blick, he told me to go and he would follow shortly as his strength was returning through the magic of the staff. I rushed out into the snow and saw that the fighting had indeed stopped and the elves had rounded up the remaining Indraci, I ran around the side of the building to where I saw Blick lying in the snow. I turned him over and looked at his pale face, I could see he was not breathing and he seemed so tiny and fragile lying in my arms. I could feel the tears streaming down my face as I looked down at him. In my young life I had not encountered death before, Blick was lifted gently from my arms by the elves and taken away.

I knelt there in the snow and gave in to my grief and felt no shame as the sobs racked from me. I am not sure how long I was like that but I felt a comforting hand on my shoulder, I looked up to see the figure of Santa Claus standing there. How I could have thought him frail I will never know, he was larger than life and a force of nature once more. In the background I could see the sleigh and reindeer and that explained the red coat he had found. Snow started to fall around us but none settled on him but seem to dance away to fall elsewhere. He spoke to me in a voice deep and full of power “My thanks to you for my rescue and the return of this staff, fashioned by the elves from the very first Christmas tree” he looked at it reverently and went on “This staff contains the magic of Christmas and it has been ill used these last years by one who betrayed his people and his nature, what you have done will bring joy to many. I would not deem to make light of your pain but look to Christmas and you will feel a lifting of your heart” with that he used his staff to send me into a deep sleep.

I awoke at home and was surprised that the whole adventure had taken place in only one night. Time as they say is the great healer and all though I thought of Blick often in the coming months I was able to remember the good times we had and not dwell on the sad. December dawned and with the first opening of the doors on the advent calenders around the world something magical happened, everyone felt it. The excitement and anticipation of Christmas was back and as each door opened the feeling grew, people laughed and joked and bought gifts for their loved ones delighting in the wrapping of presents and the writing of cards. In my house the atmosphere affected even me and on Christmas eve I hung a stocking and left a mince pie and carrot on the mantle over the fire for Santa and his reindeer.

I struggled to sleep that night knowing that Santa was going to be able to deliver the greatest gift to every house, the gift of 'Christmas spirit and joy'. I finally drifted of to sleep only to be awoken by Santa as he sat on the edge of my bed a few hours later, I was wide awake in an instant. He looked at the shock on my face and laughed out loud “Ho ho ho” it was such a joyful sound that I found myself laughing too, he told me in that deep happy voice that as I had been instrumental in the return of Christmas that I deserved the first present of Christmas. As the words sank in I heard a merry tune being whistled and Blick walked into the room with a merry twinkle in his eyes.

I realised I was crying, although this time tears of joy. Blick explained that although he had been near death there had been enough life left for his brother elves to help heal him and he had lain in stasis until this very evening when the north star bathed him in her magical light, completing the ritual. Santa invited me along and that night and we flew around the world spreading the Joy of Christmas laughing and joking until finally our job was done. I was returned home and given one last gift, an orb that would let me travel to Santa’s workshop whenever I wanted to visit my friend. I was told to visit often as I still had much to learn and there was still a destiny to fulfil as Scatch had escaped.......but I guess that is another story. The End.