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The next morning started a little differently, since Billy had eaten all the bacon yesterday, so we just had cereal bars and things from the snack drawer.
Once we were done I looked out of the window to see something odd. Someone disappearing into the ground.
"Wha- Did you guys see that?" I asked, a little freaked.
"See what?" asked Tina.
"Someone just disappeared into the ground."
"Looks like everyone's on their way for the meeting." Said Nigel, "They should get to us in 3, 2, 1..."
On cue the sleigh seemed to literally sink into the earth. I gripped the sides of the seats in panic and looked at the others, but they seemed to be taking the whole situation calmly.
I settled down in my seat and tried to take it as calmly as them. Quite quickly we were deposited underground with a group of other travelling contraptions.
The others began unlocking the dome, which I fumbled with to join them, but I couldn't but stare at the other vehicles. Many seemed to be a variation on the traditional Santa sleigh, although I swear I saw something similar to a jet ski and even some kind of jet pack. And... Was that a hovercraft?
The others seemed to know where they were going, so I followed behind, staring at everything. The cavern was made of light brown rock, which was covered in light green moss.
It was surprisingly light down here and other people occasionally dropped down from the ceiling and greeted each other. Above us Descendants of Toothiana flew by, talking and laughing over the soft hum and whirring of their wings.
Another woman who looked a little similar to Tina ran over and jumped at her.
"Ti!"
"Hey Lottie." She replied happily, but not as enthusiastically as the pair hugged.
We kept on walking along and through a tunnel. It became a cacophony of noise as people around me caught up with each other. We reached the end of the tunnel and it opened into a huge cavern. There were hundreds of people milling around, laughing and talking with each other.
Billy bounded away to talk with other people who all seemed to have Australian accents. Sally rose up slightly and floated over to a group of small blond haired people while Tina got dragged off by Lottie.
Looking over at where Tina had gone I saw something that took my breath away.
In the light that seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere the Descendants of Toothiana really stood out. Their dragonfly like wings caught and refracted the light, sending rainbows everywhere. More surprisingly it wasn't just the clear wings I saw that shone; green, blue and gold feathered wings shone like jewels.
Among those with feathered wings I could the face of my therapist talking with some people as I passed. I gave her a wave, but she seemed to be too wrapped up in her conversation to return it, her face and eyes alight with excitement.
Sensing my nervousness Nigel kept by my side and walked me over to a group of people who looked just as lost as I felt.
"And they, would be the other Descendants of Jack Frost."
They saw us approaching and sent us warm, if unsure smiles as I had a good look at them. There were a couple of young adults, a pair of male teenage identical twins, an old man, a woman in her fifties, an athletic man whose age I couldn't place, a guy about my age and a young girl who honestly looked about six.
An interesting bunch to be sure.
Nigel patted my on the back, "Now, you play nice, I've got some people I want to meet."
"I'm not a kid Nigel." I called over my shoulder as he walked away.
"It wouldn't hurt if you started acting like one." He called back.
Grinding my teeth I looked over at them, and suddenly I felt very shy.
This was quickly rectified as the young girl ran over to me.
"Hello." She said brightly with an English accent.
"Hi."
"What's your name? I'm Alice."
"I'm Jackie."
She gave a grin that could have powered a Christmas tree.
"Yay, come on, let's introduce you."
Alice grabbed my hand with hers and for once in my life that hand didn't feel slightly too warm. She dragged me over to the others who all gave me a look that said, "Just grin and bear it".
The two young adults were Stephen and Mary, the two twins were Jacob and James, the old man was Alfred, the woman was Rachel, the athletic man was Chris and the boy my age was Graham.
We all seemed to have the same dark hair, pale skin and either dark brown or piercing blue eyes. Only one other person had glasses, although they were sunglasses, which suggested that Stephen was blind.
We all stood there a little awkwardly as Alice kept on chattering away like there's no tomorrow, but even she couldn't go on forever.
"So, everyone has ice powers?" I asked hopefully once Alice had run out of things to say, trying to break the ice, haha.
"Most of us." Replied Stephen, "Rachel and I seemed to have gotten wind powers instead."
"Really, that's cool." These puns were not intentional.
Another awkward silence was interrupted by a loud ringing sound.
We turned to see that a stage had been formed. On the stage were four chairs, three of which were filled by different people, each seemingly Descended from someone different.
There was a middle aged man with golden hair and an olive face, a young, dark skinned woman with large dragonfly wings held high behind her and a tanned man with dark hair and a warm face.
At the front of the stage and the owner of the empty seat, was Jason. After the chatter had died down the other three stood up and Jason began to speak.
"My friends, it is good to see you again. As we had explained in the message that was sent out, we have all gathered to discuss something that concerns us all, the Descendants of Pitch Black."
I heard a squeak behind me and I turned to see that Alice had clung herself to Rachel.
"The Descendants of Jack Frost, whom we all heartily welcome, can probably explain in more detail the happenings of the Descendants of Pitch, as each incident has involved them in some way. Only two weeks ago one member and her entire Branch had been captured by their forces, but as you see that they are fine, you'll have to ask them for the story."
I shifted uncomfortably, that's one story I really didn't feel like sharing.
The Head Descendant of Toothiana picked it up with a clear South African accent.
"It is clear to us that they have some vendetta against the Descendants of Jack Frost, but now we must discuss out next course of action. Their numbers are unknown and only two bases are known to us, should we go on the offensive, or shall we make a different course of action?"
Muttering broke out, which with this many people rose to a deafening roar.