A/N: Just tryin' to get in the Christmassy mood. This is going to be a very short story, maybe three or four chapters long. Enjoy!
Chapter One
The tradition was the same, every year. For most of the year, she would be carefully wrapped away in her own private box, shut away in the cool darkness, where the mice wouldn't be able to reach her. She lay in her frozen state, conserving her energy as she listened to the complaining voices of the other ornaments. The most movement she did was rolling her blue eyes as the others jabbered away.
And then there would be noise.
Not from the ornaments, you must understand, but from the Humans. The little children would scamper into the basement, the Mother following more slowly. They would bring the boxes up and she would always be the first one taken out, gently cleaned and set on the table to oversee the decoration process. The lights were always wrapped around the tree first, and then the baubles were put on. The other figurines would be placed on next-the glass rocking horse, the lace angels, the plastic snowflakes, the wooden Santa Clauses. Then she would be place on the very top. Last but not least, the four nutcrackers would be placed in a ring around her, presumably to protect her.
One was rather pale, with short brown hair and brown eyes, wide in girth and dressed almost completely in black. He was always placed with his back to hers. When he was Awake, he had a deep, rough voice with a brash manner of speaking. However, he was very loyal to her and very focused on his job.
On her right side would be the smallest nutcracker, delicately carved, with dark skin and curly black hair. He had a strange accent when he was Awake, and the Black Nutcracker often teased him mercilessly. However, he was a great conversationalist and very intelligent, and she enjoyed speaking to him. He was dressed in a blue and white uniform.
On her left was the quiet, intense nutcracker. He had dark blue eyes, light green hair, and a square nose, with a crisp British accent when he spoke. However, he communicated mostly with looks and gestures. He was also intelligent, although he was much more relaxed about it than the Blue Nutcracker. His uniform was purple and white, which the Black Nutcracker teased him about. He was a fierce fighter, quiet and observant. He was perseverant and brave, but kind and comforting.
And in front of her was always the Orange Nutcracker.
He and the Purple Nutcracker shared a close bond, although they hadn't even been made by the same Human. He had fiery red hair with light blue eyes and a triangular face, with a white and orange uniform. He was talkative and intelligent, amiable and a little too trusting for his own good. He was obnoxious and oblivious and a constant source of annoyance on the tree. He preferred talking to fighting. She could list a thousand reasons why she should dislike him immensely.
And yet…
He was kind and thoughtful, loyal to a fault and extremely brave. He put others before himself and he had once confessed to her that he would Break to protect her. He was quite musical, although he was no great singer. He was optimistic and intelligent and-
And she was going on one of her mental rants again.
She rolled her eyes in her box and shifted around a bit. She could smell the fresh pine on the cool breeze, as well as the sharp scent of snow. It was almost That Time, she knew-when the Little Humans (not so little now) would come with their Mother (quite a bit older now) and bring her up to oversee the decorating of the tree.
It was how the decorating of the Tree had gone for the past ten years, and it was going to be how the decorating went for the next ten years, as far as she was concerned.
She closed her eyes and shifted her wings against her back. Her Creator had been an intelligent man and had structured her wings like a bird's, with actual feathers from a dove. And unlike all those other angels, with their flimsy cloth wings that were too small for their bodies, hers were proportionate to her body and large enough to support her skirt, which probably made up at least half of her actual weight.
She knew she was a work of art; everything made by that Man was. But she also knew she was one of his plainer Creations, not like her sister, who was beautiful, even if he had painted her blind.
She smiled softly and lifted a ceramic hand to run her delicate fingers through her glossy black hair. Settling down for a rest, she had nearly fallen asleep when a terrifying thought jolted through her head.
The Humans had received another Angel last Christmas.
A/N: And the plot has already thickened… XD
I think you can guess who the Angel and the four Nutcrackers are, right? It's kinda obvious…
Keeping these short:
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