Dear Guest: as you may not been aware of because you haven't PMed or anything, you've would have known that I haven't forgotten my promises or my fans. The medications that I'm taking makes it very hard to write when I'm on it and hard to focus when I'm not, that and work and finishing the last year of school I have been quite busy. Despite this, I've made time on here for all my readers, even when I don't have time to type, I write. I've written the next chapter of WOAG and A Buttercup story, but because it feels like an eternity since I've written WOAG, I've been rereading the Ice Saga and trying to connect the dots of what I was writing that time, it's not easy because now I have so many new ideas that contradict with the old ideas and that's the same with the other stories as well, I want to desparately finish Case of the Green Eyed Monster

Beauty and The Beast is on hold until I finish Blood Beard and update the next chapter.

Ya know, I've seeing my Dad for the first time in Two years and instead of spending every waking moment with him, and my family. I actually took time to finish the Christmas Special, that I hope every one enjoys.

Thank you for being so patient and understanding (sarcasm)

As for everyone else, it was no bother at all writing this chapter and sharing some of my Russian heritage with you. You all have a Happy New year

"Merry Christmas!"

Two figures yelled. Belle and Bunny were once again in the Abyss. They sat in front around a table with tea and snacks like Bread and butter Pudding cups, Carrot cup cakes and Bunny's all time favorite (that didn't have carrots in it), Gingerbread Cookies. She snip one of the heads off and ate it.

"Hi Everyone!" Belle cried out cheerfully, "We're back!"

"We are here to spread murder and cheer." Bunny snipped with her scissors, Razor King laughed manically

Belle looked at Bunny with a sweat drop, "Big Sis, it's Holiday Cheer."

"Oops." Bunny had her usual blank expression as she hid a bloody pair of scissors in Razor King's arms.

"Any Boo, what are you suppose to be Big Sis?"

"I'm the ghost of Christmas Future." Bunny sipped her peppermint tea with her medication in it, she wore a large hooded dark purple robe that drape over her arms and covered her entire body and occasionally her face with as a large silver chain around her body and holding a scythe, "What are you, Lil Sis?"

"I'm the Ghost of Christmas Present, Ho Ho Ho!" Belle stick her tongue out, as she wore a long velvet purple dress with white fluffy trimming along the edge of the dress. She had a crown of forget-me-not and berries and holding a silver bell with a handle. Mina and Jack had reindeer antlers on their heads, "What is that thing doing back here again?"

"Cookie Scrooge, isn't he adorable?" Bunny tilted her head as she held the rabbit with a white night cap and gown on. Razor King was dressed as a demonic murderous elf and Ms. Smiley was dressed As Ghost of Marley, her face still covered up.

"I knew he was evil...only something evil can hate a wonderful holiday where you get free gifts." Belle cleared her throat and continued to talk, "Welcome back, the writer decided to do a Christmas Special."

"But Christmas has passed."

"Maybe in some Countries, but not in Russie..."

She had many ideas, but all seemed..."

"Like a cliche and those are no fun, like no tea at a tea party." Belle nodded in agreement.

Bunny gasped at the horror, covering Cookie's ears, "Must you say such blasphemy femur."

"Of course not Big Sis, I didn't mean it."

"What about our story?"

"The writer wants to continue it but Christmas isn't a good Holiday for Horror...she wants to save it for Columbus Day, President's day, Valentines or that cursed day...Easter."

"Well if you stopped hating Bunnies, the Easter Bunny would leave you eggs."

Belle pouted but then she cleared her throat and brought her happy face back, "This Holiday special involves a Special Guest."

"Cupie?"

"No, Sorry No Cupie, but I got the next best thing...Tada..." Some weird lights flashed over to the corner.

"What am I doing here?" Brianna shouted looking around, "Who's clothes..what?" Brianna looked around as she was standing on the pedestral. She was wearing a bright yellow sparkly dress, long see through sleeves with a crown of holly and pine cones.

"Bree Bree! We now have all our Ghostie Ghost!" Belle shouted rushing towards her, ringing her bell, "Come have Christmas Tea."

Brianna gave her a serious look, "Belle, what am I doing here and more importantly what is she doing here?"

"Oh it's the holidays."

"I was in the middle of reading." She was holding a book calling Bringing good Cheer.

"You can read one of your naughty naughty books anytime, but this is once a year and the writer decided it's your time. Most People don't know your back story." Belle grabbed her book and threw it over her shoulder, letting it disappear into the darkness.

"What writer? My Book, I was getting to the good part where Sheriff Biggs and Carol were going to spend the night." Brianna pouted as she couldn't get her book back, she let herself get pushed along to the table, "Does Blossom know she's here."

"No breaking the fourth wall." Bunny munched on a sugar cookie with green sprinkles, she was still happily snipping in her litle scrap book of a murderous Santa Claus setting people on fire in their chimneys.

"C'mon, She's been good for Santy Claws."

"For a month." Bunny corrected

"Yeah for a month and she's taking her meds. If you tell Cousin Blossy, then you'll ruin our tea party for you. I made some mince fruit cake and a Special Christmas Tea."

Brianna sighed, completely giving in to the demands. She sat at the table and sighed again.

"We were telling Krissy stories but that's no fun, we were both there for ours..."

"And it was bloody." Bunny snickered, happily cutting of a head on a paper model, "Blood Blood Blood, down the drain, now I need is paste paste paste."

Belle gave Brianna a slice of mince fruit cake, "Tell us a story, so this tea party won't go to waste."Belle pouted, but giggled at her rhyme, "Ha...you can't beat me at the rhyming game."

"I've only spent Christmas here." Brianna poured herself a couple of peppermint tea.

"But You're from another country, tell us about your Christmas there please." Belle begged and Bunny tilted her head.

"Fine...Back in Russia, Christmas didn't start until December the 31st...it's officially January 7, not like I knew much about it either. Every year it was just another day of practicing music, dance and singing, but there was one year that it wasn't just any day. It was a very special day when my Great Uncle Chopin came...that was my first official Christmas..."


Brianna was nine year old.

She was becoming the beauty that she would bloom into later years, which pleased her father very much but her Step Mother's mood would sour at just the sight of her. She had black thick curls was the only thing of her fathers. She had fair white skin, she would have been like Snow White if it wasn't for her pale pink lips, she would have been called the Snow Maiden instead, if it wasn't for her black hair too.

She was learning how to speak yet another language. She was home schooled, sitting in her imitation class room where she was the only student. She sat at her desk, she learned how to hide her emotions, how to sit perfectly but still a child, she was restless and impatient as she was ready to sprung her plan in action. Her parents wasn't home and this weather was perfect.

She looked out of the window and saw the dark clouds covered the sky.

"More snow." Brianna said under her breath.

"Nani?" Her Japanese Tutor turned around, looking at her.

"Nothing." Brianna shook her head. She waited until she turned back around and complete explaining the grammar part of the Japanese language. She sighed, bored and her face turned back to the window, she was right about her prediction. The heavy clouds above released its daily gift of snow and she could hear the screams from the kids outside as hey played.

She had a plan, she looked up at the clock that hung above the long dry white board. It's ticking reflect the desperation and impatience in her eyes as she watched it.

This only excited her even more, she looked at the clock. She went over her plan again, her coat, gloves, scarf and hat were in the secret spot on the route, she kept her boots on. They will be hard to run in but they would save her the extra seconds and that's all she had...seconds.

She would hear some of the servants' kids were playing in the fresh snow. Some of the servants had to bring their kids with them since School was closed.

The tutors' phone rung loudly imitating a school bell.

"School is over-" Her tutor bowed.

Brianna quickly jumped up and bowed, she rushed out and turned left. She shuffled her feet as fast as she could and turned to her right.

Just right on cue, the Head Housekeeper came into the classroom to escort her to her violin lesson, "Where is Lady Sonata?" She looked around and saw no one was there but the tutor was leaving, who bowed and left.

Brianna ran down the back way, she scuffled and turned to the right. So far, she hadn't seen the servants, she turned left towards a window with long golden curtains. She pulled her white coat, scarf, gloves and hat from behind the curtains. She turned right into the Dining room and climb right into the dumbwaiter before pressing the button. She took a deep breathe as the dumbwaiter had only small lights...but this will be worth it.

She had to keep telling herself this was the only way...but that didn't keep her heart from pounding so fast.

"Outside...I'm going outside..."She kept mumbling to herself as the dumbwaiter was moving fast enough and with a ding sound. She pulled her hat down to cover her hair.

She jumped out and hid behind a counter. She watched carefully as the chef was busy screaming at his cooks about all the kids running in and out.

"These children are simply impossible!" He yelled in his heavy French accent, even swearing in his native language too. She peeked over the counter, Chef had made his . She smelled the pryanik (Spice Cookies or Honey bread) drooled as she had never tried them before, thanks to her Father's strict diet procedure. She took at least two and stuffed them into her thick white jacket's pocket.

She looked over the counter and when his back was turned, she grabbed one more and rushed through the back down, nearly hitting one of the cooks who was bringing in groceries.

"Hey watch it!" The cook yelled, shaking his head as she didn't even say anything back, "These ill mannered children." He huffed and walked away.

Brianna kept running, only turning around when she was sure she was far enough from the mansion. She munched on the honey bread.

"Mmmmm….."She licked her lips, devouring the sweet cookie, wishing she took the whole tray, she could taste the Chef's famous French Wildflower honey in the bread and cinnamon. She took another one out and ate with delight as she walked towards the Gardener's shed, as she pulled something out from behind several wooden boards, a white wooden sled. It was a gift from her Grandparents for her Birthday, who she hardly ever met but they always sent her gifts, letters with postcards, and pictures (since she wasn't even allowed to have a phone).

She ate her last spice cookie and made her way up a hill where all the other kids were. Mrs. Amelin (the Head Housekeeper) was probably calling all the maids to look for her, even with a big mansion, she didn't have much time.

She put her mittens on and pulled down her hat even more to make sure that her raven hair wasn't recognized but she stopped in her tracks. She looked as the other kids were laughing and talking to each other, she didn't really know how to do that. A very familiar anxiety started to form and run through her body, she barely talked to the kids that her parents invite to their social gatherings. A shyness took over and she walked over with her head down and her scarf wrapped tightly around her face, the kids didn't seem to notice her as they were going up the hill, the largest hill on the estate. As Brianna stood on top, she gasped as she looked around, it was like pure heaven of white as the snow fell on. She could see the frozen pond, her home, the servants quarters and the gardening shed covered in the white blanket. She placed her shed down and gravity did the rest. Her shyness dissolved as she shrilled in delight at the speed as she was going down, it was better than she dreamed it would be.

She laughed as the sled stopped at the bottom but ran over a small snowman, destroying him completely.

"WAHHHHH!" A girl whined as her small snowman was gone.

"I'm so sorry." Brianna jumped off her sled. The girl was almost as small as her, she had thin brown hair and pouted with her chubby red cheeks. She recognized her from the disappointed pout, Mrs. Amelin's granddaughter, Katrina. She was wearing some of Brianna's hand-me downs too, mix match warm clothing. She didn't really know what was going on, but Mrs. Amelin was having a hard time with her daughter in jail or leaving her or something. " I can help you build a bigger snowman."

Katrina rubbed her little red nose, she wore a white beret with a bow on the front, a brown trench coat jacket with thin gloves, she looked up at Brianna with wide Russian blue eyes, "Weally?"

Brianna took off her scarf and wrapped it around Katrina, "Yes. I saw it on T.V, it can't be that hard."

Easy said than done...Brianna and Katrina were struggling as their snowman kept falling apart. Katrina laughed at their fourth attempt and Brianna having the same pouting face that she had earlier.


A Limo was driving through the streets through the snowing slush.

Brianna's Father and Step Mother were sitting in the Limo with an older man. He had thick black curly hair with streaks of gray, he had a mustache and beard the same way too. Despite his age and darker skin, he would still considerate very handsome. He had brown eyes And darker tan skin.

He sighed looking out the window, "Breath taking Nephew, Russia certainly is beautiful this time of year." Though he had a Romanian accent, it wasn't as thick except when he was enraged.

"Well of course, Uncle Chopin, "He crossed his legs, he spoke in clear English and he was speaking professionally like he was giving a tour, "Saint Petersburg is the most beautiful Capitol of the World, there is the Winter Palace where-"

"Leopold, we are family, speak normally. How are things with you two these days, excited for Christmas? I know you have it differently here."

Morgan, Brianna's stepmother had a forcibly smile on her face, "Why Yes...Apparently this freezing cold Tundra of a Country has it on the 7th of January-"

"Y-Yes but some do have it on December 25. It's a miracle that you could come here. I'm sure North America was quite busy.. how did you even manae to get a flight and a few days early." Leopold had a forced smile as well.

"That is why you plan ahead Dear Nephew. Of course the airport was crazy busy but I brought a ticket a month in advance. I'm so glad I made it before Christmas in Russia. What are you planning during this time of year."

Leopold and Morgan looked at each other, Leopold spoke, "Well nothing really special. A few Christmas Dinners with some friends."

"Brillant but that's all, no ballets...Or Parades. I heard Saint Peterburg has a wonderful Christmas Carol play that everyone intends. That would be marvelous to attend with Little Brianna. How is Brianna, my Great Niece?" Chopin smiled brightly, his eyes twinkled at the thought of seeing her again, " She was such a tiny sweet thing. You hardly sent pictures."

Leopold forced his smile still, "She improves daily. She is brilliant, already in the top twenty of the youth Violin Society players in Belgium, she should've won first place but...ya know kids."

"Really? That's impressive enough considering she went up against teens." Chopin didn't really seem interested but he smiled and nodded, " I meant Nephew her well being and such? Is she happy, does she have the famous Sontata's Passions for life and excitement."

"Well, We've been training her to control those passions. She has the great Russian Constitution. She's a true Lady Sonata." That was all Leopold could say and he knew his Uncle noticed. Chopin wasn't oblivious like his father can be, he was an observer, it was required as a Famous Composer.

Chopin frowned when Leopold said about contrlling her passions, but he continued to be polite, "Have you made plans?"

"Ah...well...she's might be going to attend some of our social gatherings. You know, being the Sonata Heir and all."

"Nothing really set in stone eh? Perhaps, we could go to this Christmas Carol after all." Chopin smiled again. He looked out as the limo stopped, the gate opened and the Limo continued through, driving through the large estate. Driving around the large fountain and in front of the large Mansion.

The driver opened the door.

"Uncle, you must be tired, your room should be set up by now. I mean you didn't give us much time to prepare but Mrs. Amelin is very good at her job I'm sure it's been ready. Why don't you go ahead and rest."

"That does sound splendid but I would like to see Brianna first." He coughed in his handkerchief, holding a package in his hands tightly. They went inside, he handed his coat to the Butler's assistant but held onto the package, "I'm dying to see her again."

"Of course Uncle, we will summon her, she should be finishing Vocal Lessons, why don't we sit in the Sitting room and warm up a little." Leopold nodded to Butler as a cue to get her. Chopin, not use to this cold frigid weather, gladly sat in front of the fireplace in the old fashion sitting room. Placing the package right beisde him and rubbing his hands together.

"A hot drink will do you nicely. Some Coffee or tea."

"Hot water with lemon will do nicely. Very lovely home as well." He saw one of the maids being in a large silver tray with a kettle, tea cups, sugar cubes, and lemon wedges. Morgan smiled sweetly and poured him a cup, placed a lemon wedge and gave it to him.

"How is Mother and Father doing?" Leopold asked.

"Fine as always, My brother is training a new Songstress- You could call and ask." Chopin had a grim look as sipped his hot drink.

The subject needed to be changed immediately.

"How are my cousins, Giselle and Odette doing, oh and cousin Georg?"

"Doing quite well, quite proud of them in everything. Giselle and Odette are great Dance instructors and Georg is great as an Accountant for the School in America."

Leopold frowned, he considered his cousin Georg a disgrace to the family's name and in his opinion, should've been cut off but...

"Accountants are needed." Morgan smiled, she could see her husband's displeasure and interrupted him before he could say anything.

The Butler came back in and whispered into Leopold's ear. He sudenly stood up and gave his Uncle a forced smile, "Excuse me, dear Uncle." He bowed and walked out of the room but his hars whisper could still be heard, "What do you mean you don't know where she is? You better find her...now or heads will roll."

Leopold came back in, smiling again, "Uncle, why don't you rest first-"

"You can't find her? I would like to help look-" Chopin stood up.

"That is not necessary, Uncle."

"Yes, she's probably under some table reading or...slacking off." Morgan hinted, seeing the anger building up on her husband's face, she smirked delighted at the thought of the trouble that she would get into.

A few minutes later

Brianna and Katrina were going down the hill on her sled, their snow man completed.

"Let's go again!" Katrina jumped and shouted.

"BRIANNA LUCIA GISELLE JOHNNA ROMANOV DE LA SONATA!" A voice roared loudly, causing every kid to pause. It was the master. That familiar black curly hair came marching through the snow, the butler came right behind him. She wanted to run but she put on a brave face and stepped forward, holding her sled behind her back.

"P-Privet Otets." (Hello Father) She looked down at the snow, the kids stepped back even further except for Katrina who was confused but didn't want to lose her only friend.

"You skipped your singing lessons?" He asked in a low hiss.

"Otets, ya khochu igrat'-" (Father, I want to play-)

"English..you will speak to me in English!" He yelled instantly, "You skipped your singing lessons?" He asked again, watching her struggling with her english.

"Father, I vant to play i-in dhe snow. I vant to play with other-" She struggled with English, making her more nervous.

"All I hear is I want, I want...you sound selfish. Madame Bovary has been waiting for you for an hour. The whole staff has been looking for you for an hour, you can be so selfish. Give me that!" He instantly snatched the sled from behind her back.

"Otets!" Brianna cried out, reaching for her sled.

"A lady of the house Sonata has obligations to her family first." He whispered harshly at her. She kept looking at her sled, fearing that he would break it right in front of her. She whimpered in despair, tears were forming in her eyes.

"LEOPOLD, DID YOU FIND HER?" Chopin shouted, waving from a small distance, He was too tired to walk the rest of the way. Her father was distracted, she snatched her sled back and hid it behind her back again, Chopin was breathing heavily out of breath, "BRING HER OVER HERE IF YOU FOUND HER!"

"Your Great Uncle has came, you've kept him waiting long enough, As a Lady of the Great House of Sonata, you should be more considerate. Come along this instant. " Her father glared at her and walked away.

Brianna handed her sled to Katrina, "You can have it...I don't think I'll be able to play for a while." Brianna sniffed, but she couldn't handle it if her Father broke another one of her toys.

"Thank you." Katrina sniffed too, saddened that they couldn't have any more fun.

Brianna waved back and walked behind her Father, looking down at the ground. She knew she would get into trouble, she just wish she could've had another ride down the hill.

Chopin was sitting back in the sitting room, warming himself up once more. He was on his phone.

"Yes, I'm about to see her. I don't know... Honestly, Little Brother, why don't you just come..."

Brianna's warm clothes were revealed and her handmaid straightened her green velvet romper, white long sleeve shirt, stockings and shiny black shoes that she hated because they were so uncomfortable.

"Yes...and a pigtails. We have to make her scream cuteness." Her father ordered. The handmaid twisted two braided pigtails and gave her a white headband.

She frowned as she hated being dressed like a baby.

"Your Great Uncle has the ear of Grandfather. You are to be on your best behavior from now on. English only, do you understand? If you disappoint me, Baba Yaga will get you in the dark room."

Brianna turned pale, the thought of the Russian Witch coming for her and being in the dark.

"I will do...bery..very well Father." She whimpered.

She curtised and she walked into the sitting room. Chopin was sitting next to the fireplace, coughing into his handkerchief once more, but he gasped as he saw her.

"Brianna, it is you." He was overwhelmed with tears as he hugged her tightly. His smell was very familiar to her, he smelled...sweet.

"My word, You are perfect. Look at you, you're practically a grown up." He patted her on the shoulders and pulled something out of his pockets, "I remember, when you were three, you only approached me when I have some toffee. Do you still like toffee?"

She unwrapped one and placed it in her mouth, she smiled, she couldn't remember him too well but she remembered the sweet rich flavored candy that melted into her mouth.

"You still like them?" Good, good, they're yours." He stood back up, stretching his back.

"Thank you." She smiled, stuffing the candy bag into her pockets.

How old is my Great Niece?"

"I'm Nine, nice to make your ac..acquaintance." She curtsied again.

"No...nine years old? Father Time knows how to make it go fast. You look quite the little lady." Chopin grabbed her little hands and squeezed them tightly, he smiled brightly at her, looked up at the Butler, "Are we to have tea, She is cold...and some sweets. More hot water and lemon and you, Brianna?"

Brianna answered with a frown, "Warm beet juice."

"No...yuck, beet juice...what child drinks that. Forgot the hot water and lemon, I would love some hot apple cider, how 'bout you?"

Brianna nodded hesitantly, "What is apple cider? If it has apple in it, It must be ok."

Chopin nodded towards the Butler. The butler left to get it all prepared, he was to obey Chopin in all things.

"Now My little Princess, why don't you tell me how everything is going? School? Friends?"

Brianna tried to sit in the chair opposite to him.

He couldn't help but say Aww as she struggled to climb up on the chair, she was small like a five year old. He helped her up and sat back in his chair.

"How's school?"

"I'm homeschooled...but I'm doing really well. "Brianna answered his question honestly until the warm cider came. Brianna had warm apple juice, but never apple cider, with this weird brown thing poking out of the drink, she tried to chew on it, "What is this?"

"It's Cinnamon sticks, Princess. Apple Cider is not compete without it."He stirred his drink with the cinnamon stick and Brianna copied him. A silver cake tray and white small plates, "I really mustn't but I love chocolate." He took a slice of chocolate cake, "What is your favorite?"

Brianna looked around, hoping her Father couldn't see, she whispered, "I've never really had cake before."

He whispered back, "What? Well, I insist you try as many pieces as you can handle. This one is strawberry, vanilla it looks like...and honey cake."

"Honey Cake, please." Brianna smiled as she was given her piece. She happily danced on her chair when she took a bite of the honey cake and along with this Apple Cider it felt like a treat.

Dinner time

Brianna walked to the dining room and was confused for a second, the Dining Room was normally a large empty room with a table just as long. What confused her, was the fact her Step Mother and Father were there. They hardly had any meal together, maybe once a month. Her Step Mother would eat in her room or be out partying with socialite friends and her Father was either with one of his girlfriends (Yes, he was a cheater), at a concert, or entertaining some of his friends. It was one of the only times Brianna could have a little time alone to dream and do whatever she wanted.

She hid a book behind her as her parents were sitting in the far corner.

"Ah, Brianna finally. Now we can finally eat." Leopold gestured her to come and sit.

It was too late, she wouldn't be able to hide the book or take it back to her room. She walked down the table and sat on the other side alone.

"Good good, I'm starved." Chopin smiled as he refused any wine, "Unlike my Little Brother, I really don't have the constitution for strong drink."

"Oh yes I almost forgot Uncle." Leopold smiled again as the Butler was pouring his special White wine, Morgan was given her own private red and Brianna was given water.

"Brianna, your Papa has told me a lot of your accomplishments. Nine years old and you've been in five ballets-"

"At her insists mind you. She loves to dance, don't you? In fact, we sent her to live in France when she was seven, came back and learning the language and dancing on her toes like a ballerina. Isn't that right, Brianna?"

"Da-Yes." She just agreed while placing the book on the chair next to her.

"She's been in Singing Competitions as well. One of the Judges said they neve heard anything like it, a Canary, I believe he called her." Leopold continued to praise.

"Yes, doing all three takes a lot of time. What do you do in your free time, Poppy?" Chopin asked, looking directly at her. The Butler was waiting for the dumbwaiter to bring up the food.

"I like to read." She responded, looking down at her plate.

"What kind of books?" He asked.

"Muscial of course."Leopold answered for her.

"Yes...music." She agreed with him, still looking down at her plate.

"Then that book you brought in must be a musical one, may I see?" He smiled, but Brianna turned pale as she saw her Father's frown but she grabbed the book and held it up for him to see.

"Ahhhh, you're interested in The Wonders of the World?" Chopin smirked in delight, "You know, your Great Uncle has done many traveling himself."

"Really?" She gave him a wide curious look. That was when the food came, Brianna frowned as she saw it was Borscht, a beet soup with some sour cream on top.

"Your Mother thought of it." Leopold said proudly as he got his Borscht with extra meat and not so much beet. It was the same for Chopin's and Morgan's Borscht.

"I suggested some extra beets for you, along with cabbage and carrots, you're so small. Some extra veggies will do you some good to get bigger." Morgan sipped her wine, looking directly at her and gave her a wide diabolical smirk that she could barely hide, "You can't leave until you eat all of it either."

Chopin saw this, he smiled and said, "Well, I feel really bad then. I brought a turkey from America and had it cooked this afternoon. I was hoping to have that tonight instead."

"I'm sorry Uncle, but Brianna is on a strict regiment. Beets give a lot of energy for her schedule. Not to mention it will keep her healthy."

"Indulge me Nephew, It was quite a challenge to get it here with the strict rountine and checks I had to go through. Would be shameful to waste it? Not to mention, stuffed with chestnuts and cooked to golden perfection, just like when you were little."

Leopold's spoon stopped inches from the soup, he gulped and licked his lips at the memory of that, He agreed, "I do love chestnuts...well we can't exactly waste it after you went through a lot. Why not?"

Chopin and Brianna saw the forced smile of Morgan, "Of course."

The dining room filled with a smell that made Brianna's mouth drooled. A Large turkey was carried by the butler and placed in the middle of the table.

"Don't forget the other things as well. Why don't you cut the turkey, nephew." Chopin said, Leopold stood up and cut into the turkey. Brianna and him marvelled as the steam escaped into the air, the frest slice sound as he cut into it. Greens beans and mashed potatoes were scooped onto each plate.

"How very kind of you to plan all this in such a short time." Morgan said was a slice of turkey was placed on her plate.

"Yes, "Chopin responded giving Morgan a knowing look, but then he smiled and looked at Brianna as she was happily eating a turkey leg, "You know, this book doesn't do the Great Wall of China justice."

"You've been there?"

"Your book just focuses on the history and the facts of the wall but not its beauty, the landscape itself is worth seeing."

"Where else have you been, Great Uncle?" She asked with such enthusiasm.

"I've been to the Sahara with your grandfather and grandmother to see the Pyramids and the legendary Sphinx. Let me tell you, your grandmother flourishes in Hot weather, your Grandfather and I, not so much. We sailed through the Nile river and could only imagine what the Pharaoh's felt. I've been to the Grand Crayon and actually bungee through one of the archs."

"No, Uncle what made you do that?" Leopold asked, enjoying the roasted chest nuts inside the turkey.

"Trying to keep up with my daughters and Georg. I know we Sonatas are thrill seeing knuckle heads, but that was a little too much. Went down with a head with black hair came back with some gray." He smiled seeing and hearing an actual Chuckle from Brianna, that could brighten the room.

"Uncle, you're getting up there, you really suddenly be doing this."

"Your right Nephew, next time I'll just visit my friend Queen Elizabeth."

"You know the Queen of England?" Brianna asked, "Did you visit the castle Vindsor?"

"Windsor and Many times. The Queen always invites me for a Private Concert."

"I can see that, Uncle here is quite the Composer. You see this Brianna, if you practice you'll be that good as well. She plays two instruments now, the Violin, like her Great Grandmama Leona and now we are learning the harp."

Morgan commented, "She does need to work on the harp more. Perhaps, she could even entertain your friends."

"I'm not really that good, Father. I've only been learning a month." Brianna said.

"You're a Sonata, all it takes is a month." Her father happily chewed his moist turkey that only his five star chef could make happen.

"Well, not always. I'm learning how to play a very interesting instrument. I had quite a thought that I said to your father. I said 'Brother, I've been pondering about Eastern instruments. Their music is so lovely and yet as a musical Family, hardly any of our ancestors played their instruments'. Your Father, My brother says, "You are right"." He continued, "Of course, your father, my brother has moved to Japan to learn of their cultures and musical talents. He tells me, fascinating. He wants to build a Renowned Sonata School there."

"What?" Leopold stopped eating, he had a registered shocked look on his face, "What about Romania? Our Ancestral Home Land?"

"He's built a new home there in the Romanian Fashion. It is a shame that you didn't know about this...I'm sure he would've told you...if you bothered to pick up your phone." His Uncle gave a snide remark but his smile gave it an air of good humor, "I know you're busy Leopold but a Sonata is all about Family in a sense too, not just the musical arts."

"Japan is so far away and there is too much of a difference between their culture and ours."

"Which is why, it's ideal. Music should be shared with everyone. Would you like me to tell you about Japan, My Princess." Chopin changed his direction and spoke to her, leaving Leopold in shock, Brianna nodded, "It is a fascinating place. It is like America, there are so many things and ways of living. Your Grandfather met a 93 year old woman in a village where she still moved like a 50 year old. She does her own fishing and cooking, 93 years old. There's rumored to be an island just for cats, I'm going to see thatwhen I go back. There are woman who dedicate their own life to entertaining men."

"Sounds like whores." Morgan snuck in a remark.

Chopin corrected her politely but his tone was serious, "They are called Geishas and not in that way. They dedicated their lives to beauty, entertaining men by music, song and dance."

"Like me?" Brianna asked, "I sing, play and dance."

"In a way, yes, but that's not all. I met one who entertain men by playing fun games, one sung romantic ballads that made you cry. Your Father will also opened one in China, possibly India as well."

"Uncle-"

"He's reopening the free scholarship program as well."

"That's a lot of money." Leopold seemed at a lost for words.

"We are a family that spreads the love of music, the passion of dance and the wonders of song to the rest of the world. Sometimes, money and prestige makes us forgot the joy of a good dance, the emotions we feel when we hear music...and the soul being stirred when singing."

That night, I was in bed, tucked into bed. Mrs. Amelin, the Head Housekeeper came into my room. I thought she would be mad at me for running off.

She smiled at me and curtisied, placing my scarf on my lap, "You have a good night, My lady." She turned on my night light and left, a smile still on her face.

I was so confused by that, I didn't know what he was talking about, but stuck with me. Maybe my heart understood what he said and not my brain because the next day...

Brianna was doing her ballet with her Tutor, Mrs. Pyotr and that's when it happened.

She stopped as the music stopped and she stood frozen on her toes, sweating as she had done this routinue about three timesyo already.

"Again, how are you going to get the part of the Sugar Plum Fairy with such sloppiness. You have to be more strict in your movements."

"But I thought-"

Her Tutor snapped at her, "You're not to think, just do as you're told. You're just skipping and prancing like a silly goose bitch. The Sugar Plum Fairy is lightness and sweet tempered. The judges can see it in your movements, your anger, your impatience and it slows you down. Start all over."

Brianna sighed in frustration.

"Brianna, Princess." Chopin walked in, "Your Papa said you would be hear. Come on, get dressed, we will be late."

"Be late-" She looked at him confused.

"Excuse me!" Mrs. Pyotr snapped widly making Brianna flinched, "We are not done with our-"

"You are today Madam. I'm taking her now." Chopin frowned at her, glaring down in fury.

"No you're not. She's mine for the next hour. In fact, the more times I waste with you, the less time I have to turn this worthless Child into the Sugar Plum Fair-"

He gave her a piece of paper, stopping her in her tracks. She snapped it and read it, her face turned pale as she slowly looked up at him, He was fuming, "The only thing I see worthless is a bitter former Ballerina who couldn't make the cut into the Royal House Opera and is now taking it out on her students. Oh yes Mrs. Alexich Pyotr, I remember you. When my nephew told me your name before I left I wondered but didn't think it was possible. You're a disgrace."

"Maybe If I had the Great Sonata name-"

"Not about that, you could instill the great love of dance to your students, into my great Niece. She was flawless and you know it. Does it irk you how a nine year old accomplished what you couldn't when you were 18 years old? Call my Niece and Goose Bitch or worthless and the closest thing to ballet you'll get is cleaning the back stage and dressing rooms. In fact...no... I will tell my Nephew, your services are no longer required. Good day...Brianna get your clothes on."

Brianna got her clothes on and went into the Limo where her Great Uncle was waiting for her.

"Does your father know that you were spoken to like that?" Chopin was still fuming.

"No...all she knows is she's tough and that's what he wants."

"Unthinkable, she could touch these children..and you the passions of dance, how to release your soul for the world? To dance with a smile as your body moved like a work of art."

"Was I really good, Uncle Chopin?"

"Yes...but...you seemed bored with it. You were, weren't you?"

Brianna reluctantly nodded yes.

"Of course you are. You're a Sonata after all. Dancing and emotions are tied as one, that can be true for all music in fact. They are both tied to each other. Let me show you something Princess." He pulled out his smart phone and pulled up a recording, "At the time he was conducting an orchestra. The whole stadium was packed."

She saw as her Grandpa was waving and commanding, but the music sounded different, it sounded faster. The passion in him reflected in the band that was playing.

"It's Moonlight Sonata."

"Yes...and what do you notice?"

"It's faster...it sounds...happy. Why?"

"Very clever, yes it is...you want to know why? Because just before he played, he heard you were born. He was beside himself with joy that even a mellow and sad music then..."

"Ode to joy?"

"Yes...how prespective of you for one so small. Your Grandfather, my brother coldn't contain his happiness and it showed in his music, no matter what. That is the difference between you and him. It's easy to follow the rules and instructions, but to follow the music and make it your own, that is the true Sonata way, that's what started our family. To spread joy through our music, our dance and our song, in anything that we do, not just music. My son Georg isn't a musican, singer or dancer, but he's passionate. Because of him, the School in America has money to open Scholarships for these less fortunate. He was the one that asked your Grandpa to open those scholarships again. I'm so proud of him and of you."

"Me?"

"I heard from a very grateful Grandmother, that you played with her grand daughter when none of the kids would, give her a scarf and a sled that you treasured so much."

"I...I just didn't want Father to br-I mean...I was going to be busy for a while, so I wouldn't be able to use it." Brianna sighed, she was suddenly being pulled in for a hug.

"I'm proud of you."

"This isn't on our way back home." Brianna looked out the window.

"No...I'm taking you to somewhere special. I hear there's a special Performance."

"The Christmas Carol." She asked with excitement.

"No...I couldn't get the tickets, sold out. But I've got the next part thing, something so wonderful that you will smile the whole way through."

I always hated my family's name, because it was such a great burden...but then My Great Uncle showed me what it meant to be a Real Sonata. It wasn't all about those snobbish parties, fancy friends or being the best of the best in concerts. It was about giving your all to others with our music...I guess that was when I changed as well...slowly.

Uncle Chopin took me to the Great St. Petersburg opera House, to see what was called Shen Yun. He was right, I don't think I even blinked. It was different from the classical music and operas but that didn't make it less magical, the ribbons flying, their bodies stretched as they danced. Something inside me swelled and made my heart soar like it never did before and for once in my short lif, I wanted to dance with them...I wanted to dance.

When I came back home, Uncle chopin gave me an Erhu, my present, of course that was just one of the many presents.

End of Story

"Wait, you can't end it there." Bunny said with a pout.

"What happened next."Belle slammed the table but Brianna sipped her Christmas tea, "She doing this on purpose, Swallwag."

"Pay back for sending my book into the Abyss."

"Is that why you hate beeties with a passion? Who puts a nine year old on a diet?" Belle asked.

"Your Step Mother is a Bitch Goose egg."

"Well the Writer is stopping too everyone, she didn't expect for the story to be so long."

"Who's this writer-"

"Lil Sis, the fourth walls of walls."

"Nothing...nothing at but the halls." Belle rubbed the back of her head.

"We will continue later." Belle whispered, "We can't say much around Bree Bree."

Brianna sighed, but she smiled a little as she got her book, floating above her.

"The greenies and blue birds are next...whatever that means. Happy New Year every one."

"Blood Beard too." Bunny said