WHEN ALL IS LOST, HOPE BECOMES YOUR BEST WEAPON
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During the party to commemorate t...
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The first thing Daniel thought when he woke up was, "I got rich!". He was lying on a very comfortable bed in a room made of gold. Or at least that was his impression since the floor, ceiling and walls of the place seemed to be made of solid gold. He could even see his reflection in them. And I look awful.
His hair was messed up, more than usual, his right cheek had an ugly, painful bump. He got up and walked over to the nearest wall to examine his face. He didn't remember being punched in the face, how had that happened?
"That right there was Mika's fault." Thomas said, standing beside him. " When we passed through the goblin's magic portal, she hit your face with her foot."
" I didn't mean to! " The girl grumbled, she was sitting on another bed in the room.
Only then did Daniel realize that the place had at least twenty beds, arranged ten on each side, leaving a corridor in the middle of the room. It was like a summer vacation lodge or something.
"Didn't mean to?" he asked, looking at Mikaela with his best wounded sad dog face. "Well, my cheek has no intention of forgiving you anytime soon."
" Stop the drama, you'll get over it. " She countered and smiled.
Leaving the subject aside, the rocker looked around and asked.
" Anyway, where are we? How did we get here?
Thomas sat on a bed next to Mikaela's.
"We haven't been told much since we arrived, the elves brought us here and told us to wait for Noelle."
" I took a look out the window, but it's very dark and cold outside. If I had to guess, I'd say we're at the North Pole. " Mikaela said.
Daniel almost opened his mouth to ask where the girl had gotten that idea, but he thought better of it. Santa Claus, a weird elf in the van, the flying reindeer, adding it all up he could follow her reasoning. If Santa Claus really did live at the North Pole, it made sense that the elf would have taken them there.
Daniel remembered the super powerful blonde who had saved them from the big bad wolf. What had she called him at that time? Spirit of the hunt. What a weird name, every wolf is a hunter. I think big bad wolf is a much better nickname.
"Did you say elves? Like, plural? " He asked the basketball player.
" Well, there are several of them around here. " He explained.
" I counted at least twenty. " Mikaela said, her baseball bat resting in her lap, and she looked ready to use it at the slightest sign of danger. " And this place here must be huge. Since we left the hall where the portal opened, I've seen dozens of corridors that seem to lead to other rooms. I've also seen ten doors in this corridor, if they're all rooms like this..."
Daniel whistled and shoved his hands into his jacket pockets. He could get a vague idea of the size of that place from the description given by the baseball player. Two knocks on the bedroom door drew their attention.
