Must be Santa (COMPLETED)

35

Nick

I wondered why Wynter looked so nervous before I left her. It looked as if she had something important to tell me....but what?

I continue out the room and pass by a few party guests whilst making my way towards the meeting room where the council would be waiting. I knew this unexpected meeting would be more talk of my role as Santa and some chastising from Mother Earth.

I turn yet another corner, still on my way to meet them before bumping into a figure; it was my father. He was passing by i. the same moment I was.

We stare, not saying a word to each other. We had taken a sort of unspoken vow of silence. We had not been on the best terms since our confrontation over Wynter's origins.

"On your way to the meeting?" He asks, finally breaking the silence.  He continued staring at me.

"News travel fast. I guess you make it your business to know" I scoffed. He let out a lazy chuckle before stepping closer to where I stood.

"The council hasn't met her yet I assume." He smirked. I remained silent. I wouldn't entertain his baseless conversation.

"I wondered what would I could do or say to wake you up. You and humans never got along so pardon my dissatisfaction with your choice in spouse."

"Wynter is different dad but you're too hardheaded to see that" I scoffed.

He ignored me and continued on with his rant.
"I wonder what drew you to her..." he thought aloud, staring into my eyes. Meticulously, he pulled out a long silver wand and held it to the light.

The wand was a normal looking wand at first glance to a cheery, an unsuspecting viewer, but any magical entity knew what it was.
The Wand of Stimus.

"You wouldn't dare." I glare, standing a bit straighter at the threat.

"Try me" he smiled, brandishing it carelessly.

We Claus men took great pride in the magic of Christmas. It was sourced from jolly Yuletides and seasons greetings. The Claus family took an oath to stay away from dark magic at all costs. It caused more harm then good but I guess my father had rejected the commitment.

"Leave her alone dad. She's an innocent girl."

"You should take your own advice Santa" he sneered, scoffing at the irony. "I knew this was the only way to open your eyes Nick. If you go through with this, I will kill her."

Anger consumed me as he said the four words I had never thought I would hear from my father. This was the man who taught me everything about the human realm. How to wish peace on earth to them. He was one of the greatest Claus men...and now, he was threatening the very being he vowed to protect!

A threat to my freedom was one thing, but threatening Wynter's life?!

"I swear if you TOUCH HER!!" I pushed him against the wall, cracking the base of the molding behind him. My anger was lethal.

"You think I won't do it?" He said, pushing the wand past my eye level.

"I dare you to try!" I seethed, glaring into his eyes.

"Nick!" Drew and my mother came from the shadows, surprised at the chaotic scene they had just walked into. They tried their best to separate us, pulling us away from each other.

"Think about what your throwing away!
Our livelihood! Our legacy!
All for a mortal?"

"What?" My mother looked confused as she tugged at my fathers's jacket.
I guess my father hadn't clued her in yet.