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I'm starting this regardless... hopefully it picks up
you're bound to remember how this started
As Aaron stood on the cusp of Lumina, his gaze fixed upon the northern sky, a sense of wonderment enveloped him. The North Star, brighter than ever, twinkled like a cosmic guide, its light piercing through the wintry night, leading to a realm of enchantment. The air, crisp and invigorating, was filled with the scent of pine and the distant melody of jingle bells.
In this mystical north, a quaint village lay nestled beneath a blanket of snow, its cottages aglow with warm, golden lights. The village was alive with the spirit of the season, bustling with cheerful inhabitants preparing for the grandest celebration of the year. At the heart of this festive paradise was a grand workshop, famed across lands and skies, where dreams were crafted into reality.
Here, Aaron would find the enigmatic figure of legend, known to many as Saint Nicholas, to others as Father Christmas. A man of joy and generosity, his laughter resonated like a merry tune, echoing the happiness he spread. In this land of eternal winter, where reindeer pranced and elves worked with merry diligence, the magic of Christmas was not just a fleeting season, but a living, breathing essence.
As Aaron stepped into this realm, the magic of the place stirred something within him. It was a feeling of pure joy, a reminder of childhood wonder, and the universal hope that the festive season brings. Unbeknownst to him, his arrival in this magical land was no mere coincidence. It was the beginning of a journey that would intertwine his destiny with the magic of Christmas, a quest that would reveal secrets as old as time and as deep as the heart of winter itself. (edited)
Wondering up through the village, Aaron took in all the merry sites. Wooden houses lined the streets, paths glistening with snow. The trees gently swayed in the breeze, with fairies that held the promise of happiness lit up the trees like little bulbs.
Elves went about their business, the fathers at work wrapping gifts the almighty saint Nicolas will gift to the world. Mother elves talked gaily in this magical land, the smell of roast chestnuts and hot cocoa filled the air. The laughter of the elf-child filled the air, learning their craft and playing in the snow with the reindeer whilst growing to be full elves.
Aaron continued up to the heart of the village, the big house posing as a factory for 11 months of the year. For this is where the father of Christmas lives, the saint himself. It is unusual for an outsider to come so far north, let alone make it to this little village of magic. The elves all turned in the direction of the traveller, as Aaron mustered the courage to take one step in front of the next. Edging forward, the large archaic door towered above him, ending in a pointed roof that dripped in snow. Steadying himself, Aaron took that last step forward, and knocked …
do you guys happen to have a previous years Christmas flamedeer I can colour for our story? The ethereal stag needs a friend!
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Or even a spare plushie kicking about still not over it that there's no Christmas hunt, best hunt ever!
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sorted byI'm starting this regardless... hopefully it picks up
you're bound to remember how this started
As Aaron stood on the cusp of Lumina, his gaze fixed upon the northern sky, a sense of wonderment enveloped him. The North Star, brighter than ever, twinkled like a cosmic guide, its light piercing through the wintry night, leading to a realm of enchantment. The air, crisp and invigorating, was filled with the scent of pine and the distant melody of jingle bells.
In this mystical north, a quaint village lay nestled beneath a blanket of snow, its cottages aglow with warm, golden lights. The village was alive with the spirit of the season, bustling with cheerful inhabitants preparing for the grandest celebration of the year. At the heart of this festive paradise was a grand workshop, famed across lands and skies, where dreams were crafted into reality.
Here, Aaron would find the enigmatic figure of legend, known to many as Saint Nicholas, to others as Father Christmas. A man of joy and generosity, his laughter resonated like a merry tune, echoing the happiness he spread. In this land of eternal winter, where reindeer pranced and elves worked with merry diligence, the magic of Christmas was not just a fleeting season, but a living, breathing essence.
As Aaron stepped into this realm, the magic of the place stirred something within him. It was a feeling of pure joy, a reminder of childhood wonder, and the universal hope that the festive season brings. Unbeknownst to him, his arrival in this magical land was no mere coincidence. It was the beginning of a journey that would intertwine his destiny with the magic of Christmas, a quest that would reveal secrets as old as time and as deep as the heart of winter itself. (edited)
Elves went about their business, the fathers at work wrapping gifts the almighty saint Nicolas will gift to the world. Mother elves talked gaily in this magical land, the smell of roast chestnuts and hot cocoa filled the air. The laughter of the elf-child filled the air, learning their craft and playing in the snow with the reindeer whilst growing to be full elves.
Aaron continued up to the heart of the village, the big house posing as a factory for 11 months of the year. For this is where the father of Christmas lives, the saint himself. It is unusual for an outsider to come so far north, let alone make it to this little village of magic. The elves all turned in the direction of the traveller, as Aaron mustered the courage to take one step in front of the next. Edging forward, the large archaic door towered above him, ending in a pointed roof that dripped in snow. Steadying himself, Aaron took that last step forward, and knocked …