Author's Note: Wheee! Wazzup readers! It's me again! I am a VERY big fan
of the Chrismas Carol, so I've decided to write out an LoD version of the
story! And it's going to be done my way, meaning, I choose who plays what
so if you don't like it...PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!!! I'M JUST AN INNOCENT
FANAUTHOR LIKE EVERYONE ELSE!!! (Yes, I do suffer from chronic paranoia and
may beg for mercy...alot) I just hope I can get this done before
Chrismas... ^^;;;
Prologue
Emperor Doel is a very miserable man. Chrismas would've been a joyus one...if you weren't in his place. 6 years ago, he had lost his best friend, Greham and since then, every Chrismas was hell for him. But all that was going to change this Chrismas.
Emperor Doel cared for no one during Chrismas. He gave little pay for his employees and barely gave them time off during Chrismas. The poorest among his workers was Servi, who works very hard for little pay. The poor knight barely has enough money to get food for his family, who most are out doing their own work and are sometimes not home until a week later.
It was Chrismas Eve and Emperor Doel intends to spend it working Servi to the limit. Most of the people in Kazas Castle would only say "Merry Chrismas" when the big guy isn't around. The only real person who says it to get on his nerves is his nephew, Albert. If he hadn't swarn on his favorite aunts grave that he'd let his nephew visit every Chrismas Eve, he'd make sure every last opening to the castle was shut tight.
The grumpy Emperor sat on his throne, sorting through taxes with Servi trying to keep himself warm by one of the torches in his throne when the double doors flew open.
"A very Merry Chrismas, Uncle!" came a cheerful voice that just about made Doel rip the papers he was holding.
"My dear, nephew," he grumbled, "do you make a living coming in here every Chrismas Eve and saying that?" Albert just looked at him with a bit of a pout on his face.
"Aw, come on," he said, "I couldn't even say it to your soldier who'd almost fight fatigue just to keep his family happy? Why don't you, for once, drop that eagle-like look on your face and enjoy Chrismas like everyone else?"
"Cause Chrismas is a humbug!" Doel shouted, his voice almost echoing in the hallway behind Albert.
"Yeah, and so are you." Albert grumbled, rubbing his ear with his pinky.
"I'd like to wish you a Merry Chrismas too, King Albert." Servi said, bowing slightly. Doel turned beet red.
"Servi," he said, calm yet seething, "Did I not just hear you say what I think you just said?" Servi almost gulped.
"No, sir. You didn't." Servi said, backing away. Doel huffed and turned back to Albert.
"If you only came here to pester me with your little 'Merry Chrismas' greetings, I would like to your leaving."
"I didn't come here just to wish you a Merry Chrismas," Albert said, "King Zior is having a Chrismas party and he wishes everyone from my side of the family to join him. And I came here to see if you would like to attend."
"Huh...Me!? Attend a stupid party? I think not! I've got more important things to do than make myself look stupid by attending some happy- go-lucky clown show."
"You don't have to stay all day, uncle," Albert pleaded, "At least stay for dinner."
"I said no."
"Not even to say hello to everyone?"
"Albert...if you are not out my castle in five seconds, I WILL break you even if it means going against my aunts will!" Albert shrunk and backed up towards the door.
"Right...I'll just leave now. I'll just wish you a very Merry..."
"GET OUT!!!" Albert was out the door in a split second, leaving a trail of dust in his wake. Emperor Doel stopped blowing steam and lowered the throne chair to the ground, "I must call it a day. All this talk about being merry on Chrismas is making me puke."
"Oh, well...have a very me..." Servi was about to say. Doel stopped and slowly turned to the knight, eyes glowing red.
"You were going to say something?"
"Nothing....sir."
Emperor Doel retreated to his room and jumped into his PJs. He was about to climb into bed when he heard chains rattling near his door. He looked around to find nothing. He shrugged and turned to bed...and almost fell over when he saw a ghost in a deformed, nearly torn green dragoon armor wrapped in chains hovering over his bed.
"Evil spirit!" Doel snarled, "What are you doing here!?"
"Do you not reconize me, Doel?" the ghost asked, spooky and all, "I am the ghost of your best friend, Greham."
"Greham? You can't be him! He died six years ago."
"I am he. I came here to give you a chance to turn your fate around this Chrismas."
"What are you talking about? Are you saying you want me to be as merry as every last creaton in Endiness!?"
"You will be haunted by three spirits. One at 10:00, one at 11 and one at mid-night. They will guide you away from your soon to be fate and leave you with a better one."
"Tell them I have no time. I have things to do tommorrow and I do not wish to be desturbed at this time..."
"You have no choice, Doel. If you do not allow these spirits to guide you, you will end up like these spirits outside."
Greham opens a window and shows Doel a cloud of spirits flying around, unseen by those with no home to rest in.
"If you do not want to be one of these souls," Greham said as he faded, "you must follow the spirits guides and turn your life around."
"So all I have to do is wait for these spirits to come and talk to me and that's it?" Doel asked.
"That is all." Before Doel could ask anymore, the ghost was gone. Grumbling, he climbed into bed and sat there, arms crossed and waiting for the first spirit to appear.
OOC: I know what most of you might be thinking, not a very good beginning, but it's because I can't think of anything better. I hope the next chapter is a little more enjoyable.
Prologue
Emperor Doel is a very miserable man. Chrismas would've been a joyus one...if you weren't in his place. 6 years ago, he had lost his best friend, Greham and since then, every Chrismas was hell for him. But all that was going to change this Chrismas.
Emperor Doel cared for no one during Chrismas. He gave little pay for his employees and barely gave them time off during Chrismas. The poorest among his workers was Servi, who works very hard for little pay. The poor knight barely has enough money to get food for his family, who most are out doing their own work and are sometimes not home until a week later.
It was Chrismas Eve and Emperor Doel intends to spend it working Servi to the limit. Most of the people in Kazas Castle would only say "Merry Chrismas" when the big guy isn't around. The only real person who says it to get on his nerves is his nephew, Albert. If he hadn't swarn on his favorite aunts grave that he'd let his nephew visit every Chrismas Eve, he'd make sure every last opening to the castle was shut tight.
The grumpy Emperor sat on his throne, sorting through taxes with Servi trying to keep himself warm by one of the torches in his throne when the double doors flew open.
"A very Merry Chrismas, Uncle!" came a cheerful voice that just about made Doel rip the papers he was holding.
"My dear, nephew," he grumbled, "do you make a living coming in here every Chrismas Eve and saying that?" Albert just looked at him with a bit of a pout on his face.
"Aw, come on," he said, "I couldn't even say it to your soldier who'd almost fight fatigue just to keep his family happy? Why don't you, for once, drop that eagle-like look on your face and enjoy Chrismas like everyone else?"
"Cause Chrismas is a humbug!" Doel shouted, his voice almost echoing in the hallway behind Albert.
"Yeah, and so are you." Albert grumbled, rubbing his ear with his pinky.
"I'd like to wish you a Merry Chrismas too, King Albert." Servi said, bowing slightly. Doel turned beet red.
"Servi," he said, calm yet seething, "Did I not just hear you say what I think you just said?" Servi almost gulped.
"No, sir. You didn't." Servi said, backing away. Doel huffed and turned back to Albert.
"If you only came here to pester me with your little 'Merry Chrismas' greetings, I would like to your leaving."
"I didn't come here just to wish you a Merry Chrismas," Albert said, "King Zior is having a Chrismas party and he wishes everyone from my side of the family to join him. And I came here to see if you would like to attend."
"Huh...Me!? Attend a stupid party? I think not! I've got more important things to do than make myself look stupid by attending some happy- go-lucky clown show."
"You don't have to stay all day, uncle," Albert pleaded, "At least stay for dinner."
"I said no."
"Not even to say hello to everyone?"
"Albert...if you are not out my castle in five seconds, I WILL break you even if it means going against my aunts will!" Albert shrunk and backed up towards the door.
"Right...I'll just leave now. I'll just wish you a very Merry..."
"GET OUT!!!" Albert was out the door in a split second, leaving a trail of dust in his wake. Emperor Doel stopped blowing steam and lowered the throne chair to the ground, "I must call it a day. All this talk about being merry on Chrismas is making me puke."
"Oh, well...have a very me..." Servi was about to say. Doel stopped and slowly turned to the knight, eyes glowing red.
"You were going to say something?"
"Nothing....sir."
Emperor Doel retreated to his room and jumped into his PJs. He was about to climb into bed when he heard chains rattling near his door. He looked around to find nothing. He shrugged and turned to bed...and almost fell over when he saw a ghost in a deformed, nearly torn green dragoon armor wrapped in chains hovering over his bed.
"Evil spirit!" Doel snarled, "What are you doing here!?"
"Do you not reconize me, Doel?" the ghost asked, spooky and all, "I am the ghost of your best friend, Greham."
"Greham? You can't be him! He died six years ago."
"I am he. I came here to give you a chance to turn your fate around this Chrismas."
"What are you talking about? Are you saying you want me to be as merry as every last creaton in Endiness!?"
"You will be haunted by three spirits. One at 10:00, one at 11 and one at mid-night. They will guide you away from your soon to be fate and leave you with a better one."
"Tell them I have no time. I have things to do tommorrow and I do not wish to be desturbed at this time..."
"You have no choice, Doel. If you do not allow these spirits to guide you, you will end up like these spirits outside."
Greham opens a window and shows Doel a cloud of spirits flying around, unseen by those with no home to rest in.
"If you do not want to be one of these souls," Greham said as he faded, "you must follow the spirits guides and turn your life around."
"So all I have to do is wait for these spirits to come and talk to me and that's it?" Doel asked.
"That is all." Before Doel could ask anymore, the ghost was gone. Grumbling, he climbed into bed and sat there, arms crossed and waiting for the first spirit to appear.
OOC: I know what most of you might be thinking, not a very good beginning, but it's because I can't think of anything better. I hope the next chapter is a little more enjoyable.