(A/N: And here's the next chapter featuring – you guessed it!

You didn't guess? Aw, whatever. I'm pretty sure someone out there knows who's up now.)

Disclaimer: The only thing I own is the fictional country of Arrenia and the new guy. (Not like he's important.)


Nicholas St. North

The bandit raced along the rooftops, along with his crew. They soundlessly moved in the night, no one in the castle seeing any of them, no matter how slowly the oldest of the bandits moved or how much Gregor of the Mighty Stink stunk. (That could be a bother when raiding places sometimes.)

"Alright, men," Nicholas said, pointing to the chimney. "We go in through here, and be as quiet as possible. Two of us will stand guard while the rest of us stuff as much treasure as we can in our sacks. When we are done, we will sneak out as quietly as possible." Here he shot a glare at Gregor. "You, try not to stink too much."

"But, North," one of them, a new bandit, asked, "what if we get caught?"

"Nonsense, lad," he said as he jumped into the chimney. "We'll never get caught! I'm Nicholas St. North, the Bandit King!"

Moments later the morning saw the loss of as much precious treasure as you could find in the castle of the country of Arrenia. As for our bandit friend North, he was riding away with his men, already preparing for the next adventure.


Little did he know, that there were monsters lurking in the darkness around him, spreading fear and discord. The children needed his wonder, his knack for seeing the good things in the plain, the lights in the trees and the magic in the air. They needed his joy in the world.

Nicholas St. North was supposed to be a guardian who would create toys for children to let them know that there was someone there for them, watching over their happiness, even if he did bring them coal on Christmas because they were naughty.

Instead, he was a reckless bandit, who was swept away in time and became insignificant after his death, and all that was of him was lost.


So you still want to see what would happen for the others? Very well. I will treat you to everything that I can see, everything that happened after the little girl made her wish.