Bittersweet

by Jeyfeather1234

Humanity forgot what it was like to fear the cold winter nights. The guardians forgot their ancient enemy that was imprisoned in the heart of Antarctica. They'd forgotten about the Shadow of Christmas. But they would remember soon whether they wanted to or not.

The pale sunlight cast a soft glow on the icy wasteland. Antarctica held no shelter from the freezing cold despite the sun's rays. The only thing in the center of the freezing continent was a medieval cathedral that seemed to be centuries old. Most of the building was frozen over and the doors were sealed with an ancient symbol made of frost. The inside was just as empty and cold as its home. Pillars crumbled to the floor, the furniture was covered in the snow from the broken windows.

However, deep in the dungeon, an ancient beast prowled in its cell. It's amber eyes flickered, searching for a way to escape it's prison. The beast gave a frustrated roar, tugging at it's fetters that bound it to the floor. It heaved a sigh and focused on the door in front of it. A red circle glowed around it as it channeled it's energy. Finally, the circle burst causing the fetters to unlock. The beast gave a triumphant roar and broke the door down with its large curved horns. Dashing through the cathedral, it made its way outside. The bitter cold welcomed its king with a powerful gust of wind. "At last," the beast said. "After five thousand years, I'm free." Five thousand years of judgement had been stripped from him. His own title had been stripped from him during those five thousand years and it was the guardians' fault. The guardians would pay for what they'd done to him.