Chapter One

Frowning at my poor excuse of a chef, I asked. "Can't you make any meat, peasant?" Honestly, couldn't I get a decent meal without having to order something specific? I wanted nothing more than to go and cook for myself, even a delivered pizza would taste better than this vegetarian meal. I'm not against vegetarians but it's just not my style nor my taste. I was a growing boy and demand to have a real, full meal.

The Chef turned with a smirk plastered on his face, green emeralds dancing with delight. He was wearing what all cooks wear, he was tanned and had this strange blueish-grey hair that stood up under his tall hat. "Yes, but your father wished for you to-" he started in his assuie accent. "But my father isn't me, he isn't who you are cooking for. I want meat." I said glaring at the cook, daring him to speak back.

"Yes sir." He turned away and headed for the kitchen, his tall figure marching out the door leaving me to glare at the dissatisfying taste in my mouth. Cooking me some greenish soup, did he planned on poisoning me? I would probably prefer something mysterious purple or a dark blood red, it would probably taste better than this shit green he calls broccoli soup. It look no where near like broccoli, much less soup. And the smell! It was god awful and I'm surprised I haven't gagged. I'm baffled really, but I have to head over to my fathers office. I only made it in front of it until the guards opened the door, almost slamming my face in the process making me glare at the big oafs. The guards here where huge, bigger than most ordinary humans, but just the same with skin and all.

I smiled as the doors revealed a big jolly, but imitating looking Russian. His white hair tied back, tattooed arms showing from underneath the white shirt . His blue wondrous eyes looked over his glasses as a smile slowly formed. "Hi, my boy" He said continuing on with his work, sculpting the ice. He gestured for me to come in and the guards to shut the door. Taking a few steps forward so the guard can close the door as I waited for North to finish his latest model. My father may be a undercover spy, or so say a killer, he owned a toy company that spread around the world. Selling billions of toys, giving toys to the misfortune and keeping wonder to those who need it. He was a leader, a great one to be exact.

"Do you remember Mr. Mansnoozie? Of course you do. He will be coming to visit for a few days."

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With my hands behind my back, waiting patiently with a relaxed smile on my lips. The door opened revealing a short golden hair man, he was approximately my height, but a few inches shorter. He was plump, and not the fat kind of plump, shined brightly and looked with hazel eyes. Mr. Mansnoozie always held a calming atmosphere and a kind look as he wore an expensive silk suit while his hair was spiked. Mr. Mansnoozie owned The Sleeping Kingdom, a famous hotel well known for its exquisite sleeping quarters and promised a good night sleep with wonderful dreams.

Not to mention that he was also a joined company with North, his home was on an island that was secluded from people. He preferred that way, but once in a full moon we would go and visit him during our breaks and save him from his boredom. We, North and I, are located in the North Pole. Not because of the name, but of how we both feel comfortable in the cold winters and the icy glaciers. It was just apart of us, more like me, I can probably swim in the snow and not have a care in the world. Winter and snow was my element, but my favorite was the frost patterns. North would always tell me it was just that I love snow, but I believe it's something more.

"Mr. Mansnoozie! Welcome!" North stomped on forward, giving him his big bear hug almost squeezing the lights out of him. Pun intended. He didn't mind though, he have me a hug as well stepping away with an amused smile seeing as I watched him intensely. He was silent as always, never uttering a word or making a slight sound. All my life that I've been with him I have never heard him speak. It makes me curious and frustrated, but I accept him the way he is silent or not, it's just that curiosity kills the cat.

"You're still not going to talk, are you?" With a shake of his head, he saw from the corner of his eye that North looked to his phone before turning serious and nodding. With a pat on the back, he and North went to discuss their topic in privacy. It's like this with pretty much every visit, they discuss something, I used to try to find out but magically they would find out and then when matters are over they'd schedule another visit. North's red silk pants and white button shirt faded down the hall with Mansnoozie not far behind. Before I can get any further a guard came running down holding something. He placed it in my surprised hands and then turned and walked back down the hall.

Looking down I saw that it was a shepard stick, it was very old looking. A little note was stuck on it as a scripted writing wrote.

Jack,
Keep this at all times and don't lose it. This is very special and a part
of you, don't let anything happen to it. Until I'm done, stay out of mischief.
We have a lot to talk about so don't make any plans this evening. Talk to you
later.
Sincerely, North.