A Hundred of Her Memories

by Timber Wolf of Purity

Xion - A Replica. A puppet. But who says she can't make memories of her own? With a heartless assassin and a nobody with a heart for friends, anything is possible. Why not falling in love? "I couldn't have done it without my trusty side-kick." "Side-kick? I prefer partner-in-crime at worst, and your-illustrious-highness at best." In the end, true love will conquer over evil.

47. Christmas

A Hundred of Her Memories

47 – Christmas

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"Axel? What is Christmas?" Xion asked anxiously.

He glanced at her, but continued walking. "Well, there's the origin of Christmas and there's what people do to celebrate. What do you want to know?"

"The origin."

"Well, a long time ago, a baby boy was born. In fact, this baby was the Son of God come down to earth as a human. He saved the whole world from the sins they had and would commit. Christmas is a celebration of his birth."

"So…what's with all the presents?"

"What? Can't I give you a present 'cause I feel like?" Axel pouted playfully.

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That's what I believe and whenever I can, I like to implement what I believe into my writings. If this ruined the story for you, I'm really sorry, I didn't want to do that for you. Well... enjoy the next chapters! Thanks for reading thus far.