Arthur Christmas 2: Unveiled

by Oddwriter

It's been 2 years since that fateful night, when a child was nearly missed and the world confused Santa's Sleigh with an UFO. Christmas has run rather smoothly since then (excluding that incident with a penguin), and Arthur finally finds the time to read his letters in relative peace. Or he would, if one of the letters wasn't oddly addressed for "Margaret Claus."

1. Letter to Margaret Claus

December 26th, 2013

My dearest Margaret,

How I wish this letter was written with a happier purpose rather than confession and warning. If only I could tell you face to face, how much easier this would be. That is not an option though, so I must confess from a distance, for now more than ever you must be aware of the dangers. When we were in the North, with Malcolm and such, I wrote everything. Hate me for what you will, but know the truth. All the details available to us, the location of the exits, the magic, I wrote in that journal Malcolm gifted to me since all my other journals were either burned or drowned, everything we knew. When we got back to England, I kept it away from public eye, and made sure nobody knew. For years, I kept it hidden, away from the eyes that would seek to exploit such magic, and for a while I succeeded. But then they came.

Their name is unknown, but their intent is dark, and for years they gave chase to take the journal, until I lost them in Canada. That was 16 years ago. Now though, they've come back, and though they have changed, their intent is the same. After the UFO incident (I'd ask if the situation was less weighty), a renewed energy brought them to my door, demanding the journal. Luckily, they could not find it, but they stayed, following me everywhere. Were this letter not hidden in that of my great-granddaughter's, no doubt they would've intercepted it.

Time is short, so I'll keep this quick. As you read this, my last two of kin, the last survivors of the organization's harassment, travel with journal in hand northward to you. According to my calculations, they'll be within a 3 week straight drive of the North upon your receiving this letter. The elder, Helen, has lived a life of fear under the organization, and can tell you everything I have and more as soon as they arrive. Her daughter, Gabriela, is young, but holds great knowledge on the journal as well. Both will be vital to keeping the secret of the North. I know not if by now they've changed phones or lost them all together to keep in the shadows, but in case they don't, remember the code: DAF-IGB-CDHI. It seems jumbled, but remember our old games, and you'll understand.

They're coming. Do not attempt to contact me, it's not worth it. Stay safe, stay hidden.

I pray you may someday forgive me.

Sincerely,

James Greenlock