And just as a side note, this story may get pretty corny, but hey, that's what Christmas is all about! Am I right?...

… I'll shut up now…

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--Devur's Story--

"What to get Lufia..." he said, stepping into the incredibly huge shopping building. "But I don't have that much money..."

He had been using the last of his money to pay bills for their house, buy food, and all that good jazz. He looked in his pocket. "10,000gold." he said, disappointed. "Great. That'll roughly get her a discount dress..."

He shopped around for hours; looking at everything from dresses to teddy bears. 350,000 gold. 600,000 gold. These prices were OUTRAGEOUS. 12,000,000 gold for a beautiful pearl dress. "Oh my god..." he said, lifting up this dress.
This would go perfectly with her brooch and high-heels...and that veil she loves so much... He didn't know exactly why, but Lufia loved to dance; especially the occasional Gala in Alekia, their hometown… even if she couldn't remember it.

"12,000,000 GOLD!" he screamed, looking at the price tag. "What a frickin' ripoff!" The building went silent, upon his echo. He looked around, people were staring at him. He laughed slightly. "G-Go back to your business...nothing to see here..."

Everyone looked at him suspiscously, then the crowding voices were heard again.

12,000,000 Gold. He had to do it. He just HAD TO DO IT. He loved her more than anything. The only problem; how was he going to get the money? There was NO WAY he could get that much in 20 hours...

He snapped. He remembered the Army outside of town.

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He rushed in through the gates, and ran into the General.

"AH...Devur..." the rather, large, and flabby man said, his bushy mustached jiggling. "My favorite Knight of all..."

"Good afternoon, General Denardi.." Devur said, panting a little.

"How can I help you out, m'boy?" his gruff voice forced a little chuckle.

He knew it was going to be hard, but he loved Lufia more than anything.

ANYTHING.

"Y'know my sword you love so much?" he forced it out, knowing how incredibly hard it was going to say this. "My sword I used to destroy the Sinistrals..?"

"Yes, why my dear boy?"

"Well..." here it came."...I'll sell it to you..."

"Really!" he jumped, almost falling back, losing control of his flab. "How much, kid! Any price...you name it!"

Here it comes..."F-for...for 12,000,000 gold..." he said, shyly.

"What!" the general fell onto his large rear. He pulled himself up. "D-did you just say...12,000,000?

"Y-yes..." Devur replied, looking down on the floor.

"Why m'boy?" he pulled himself together. "Why so much..?"

Devur looked at him. "For… Lufia."

Denardi knew how much he loved her. "Ah, Lufia you say..." the girl Devur had risked his life to save one year ago.

Devur blinked. "Yes...y'see, there's this dress I know she'd love, and the only way to pay for it is to sell my sword...the only thing I have I know that has value..."

"Ah, you must be talking about the "Zari Pearl Dress." he grunted, half-smiling. "She would, wouldn't she...?" he remembered how she would always see the dress and complain how it matches her high-heels and brooch, and not to mention, her beautiful, white veil.

Devur frowned. "It's hopeless..." he thought.

"Of course I'll buy it from you." Denardi smiled.

"REALLY!" Devur was overwhelmed with joy.

"Of course!" he grunted. "You saved the world m'boy! It's the least I can do for ya! You would've made a fine soldier for Lorbenia. I can see why Aguro left us for ya."

Devur smiled as Denardi walked into his office. He did it. He had to give up something he loved, but it would be worth it. Just to see Lufia smile.

He waited a couple of minutes, then the General stepped out of his office with a bag of gold. "Here ya are m'boy." he said, handing Devur the bag. "Sorry it took me so damn long to count all of it. It's all there."

Devur took the bag, then did the hardest thing he's ever done in his life; Even harder than fighting the Sinistrals.
Slowly, he unsheathed Dual Blade. He looked at it one last time, and then handed it to Denardi. "Thank you."

"Don't thank me." Denardi said, taking the legendary blade. "You just showed everyone what the true meaning of Christmas is."

"What's that?" Devur asked, putting the bag of gold into his knapsack.

"That's it's not all about the presents." Denardi set the blade on his desk. "It's about caring for the ones you love. That you would do anything to make that person happy. Even if that means you have to give up the one posession you'd never give up, just to see the one you love smile. That, m'boy, is the true meaning of Christmas."

Devur smiled, then shook his hand. "Good-bye..." he said. "and...thank you."

Denardi smiled as Devur left the building. "Boy's grown up so much since I last saw him."

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Devur rushed to the mall, which was now closed. "NO!" he shouted.
The gates to the entrance shut and locked. Devur fell to his knees. He
couldn't believe it.

The owner walked outside. "Sorry son, we're closed." he said, locking the doors.

"Sir, please!" Devur begged. "Please, I have to get that dress for Lufia!"

"I'm sorry son." the owner said, walking away.

"But you don't understand!"

The owner slowly walked away. Devur sat on the steps to the mall. It was getting dark. You're so stupid, Devur. You should've KNOWN that they'd close early on Christmas Eve.

He sat on the steps, his head buried in his hands. He blew it. Lufia would never forgive him. He gave up Dual Blade for nothing. Christmas was ruined. "Oh...if only the Sinistrals were here right about now..."

He felt horrible. Never in his life had he felt an emotion like this before. He took out his flute and began to play it; the melody had caught the attention of the store-owner.

Footsteps were heard, getting closer and closer, until a shadow was cast upon Devur. Devur looked up at him, a tear going down his cheek.

"What is it you said you wanted?" the mall-owner asked, smiling.

"Really!" Devur shouted.

"It's Christmas Eve, son." he replied. He unlocked the door.

The second the lock turned, Devur dashed inside, running as fast as he could until he reached the third floor. He grabbed the dress, which, not to his surprise, was one of the only dresses left in the whole building.
He dashed out, throwing the bag of money into the mall-owner's hands. "All 12,000,000gold is there!" he yelled, rushing out of town.

"Merry Christmas, son!" the owner yelled, catching the bag.