Being the head in any job is hard. The worlds biggest idiot could tell you that. But being the head elf of Santas work shop. That was a completely different story. Imagen the hardest job in the universe then triple it that is just 1% of how hard the job is. That is why there isn't one head elf for very long. Or at least in elf years. The elf that had been the head for the longest was Jack Nelson.
He was in the job for 800 years before he had a mental brake down and broke of a part of the slay. It took weeks for them to repair that and to top of that a new elf was needed to fill the position. Around a hundred head elf's later a young elf was chosen by Santa to be the next head elf. If it wasn't for the fact that he was basically doing the job of the head elf whilst doing his own job down in art desine and development and filling in for some of the music elf's that had been hurt in a "accident" whilst Jack Frost was visiting.
And on top of that he was completely calm. No mental breakdown, no random out cry's, nothing, he was completely normal, that elf was Bernard C. Not his full name but we'll get to why that is later. Bernard had randomly appeared around 200 years ago ,making only 13 in human years, no one knew him or where he was from he just appeared. He was mysteries and shy. He had his stuff together like no elf had ever seen. But something was clearly wrong with the elf. All you had to do was look at him and you would know. His eyes were darker than all the other elfs. Like he had been through things they could only imagen. His cheeks weren't as rosy red as the other elf and his hand were ruff while all the other elfs had soft hands. It was odd.
But never the less he had been given a job at Santas work shop in art desine and development after he ran into Santa ,literally, and he saw some of Bernards drawings they were intricate and detailed. Like no other he had ever seen before. And he had started doing some work in the music department when a new Santa heard him singing a song he had wrote in the shower. People liked him even if he was a bit off. So it was no surprise that he would one day he would make head elf. But no one thought it would be when he was only 300 years old. That's only around 15 in human years. But non the less he became head elf and he ran the workshop flawlessly.
His name was Bernard. just Bernard. No one knew his last name and no matter how heard they looked they could never find a birth certificate to see what it was. But no one cared. That was until Scott Calvin was 2 years into his Santa gig. Though it wasn't a long time to be Santa everyone already knew he was going to be the best Santa there had ever been period.
A/N: so there it is, the first chapter of a fanfiction that should have probably been published a long time ago, but hay what you gonna do? leave a review or a like or what ever you wanna do and I'll publish the next chapter soon. go over to wattpad (my username is pheonixfire567) to check out some of my other (completed) work. phoenix out
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