Chapter 2: Into the World
I shouldn't do this. But I am, I'm not going to stay locked up forever. Today is the day I'm going to see the world. Right now I have turned myself into a shadow and am hiding from the guards, I creep silently toward the exit, almost there just a little farther and I will be out.
I take a deep breath and run outside. The light is beautiful and there's this powdery white stuff on the ground that melts in my hand and is cold, it falls from the sky softly.
"Wow." I breathe in sheer delight.
The yellow ball of light in the sky hurts my eyes, but is warm. It must be the thing humans call the sun. And just like that I know I won't be able to go back to living old life. Human children run around playing with each other. While I'm taking this in I'm hit with a ball of the cold, now wet as it melts, powder. I fall backwards in surprise and stare at the group of giggling children, whom of which are responsible for hitting me and barely manage to dodge a second and third. I feel a wide smile claim my face as I dodge the assault and am quick to retaliate, playing until it starts getting dark and the children's parents call them to leave.
I walk over to a bench, brush myself off and sit down, a happy smile still in my face when I hear them...bells. I look around wondering where they're coming from, and look up in time to see a flying sleigh shoot across the sky.
"Well I guess that means Santa Claus is real." I muttered as I stood, turned into a shadow and followed the sleigh.
I watched from the clouds as 'Santa' parked his sleigh and slipped through his workshop door just before it closed. I cautiously look at my surroundings curiously, it was very big and the hallways reminded me of a maze. I rushed to catch up to 'Santa' and saw that he walked into a room with several others who greeted him when he walked in.
"Hello North." Said the pretty lady fairy.
There was a little golden man who didn't speak but made pictures with glittery dirt.
"Oi, Sandy!" Said North to the golden man with his thick accent. Russian maybe?
"What's up, old man?" Said a boy who was blocked from my view. His voice sent nice feeling shivers down my spine.
North laughed, "Nice to see you too Jack." As he walked over to sit on one of the loveseats.
It was then that I first saw him...Jack...he was standing there leaning on his frost covered staff, a picture of perfection with his silvery white hair, sapphire blue eyes, and mischievous grin. I must've forgotten to hide myself with shadows because the next thing I remember is a sharp burst of pain...and my world went black.