On the starry night, the moon beamed high as the sled of Santa sprinkled crystals and flew under it. The reindeer reigned under every thrust he gave for speed. His beard flew, his hat tied strongly with ropes, and his nose and eyes covered with frost tips, but Claus did not care; his vision was set clear to the fog and the mist getting thicker and thicker as they reached the cursed land. Yes, a cursed land! The name one of the elves gave when they looked at the coordinates for the land exists at the edge of the earth with a single drop, and you fall endlessly under the depths of Tartarus. They begged Santa not to go for what a land like this even has to save, but he had no choice, for it was his last mission before 'The Passing', and the goddess in gold would only let him go if he 'didn't save them'.
His reindeer halted in the sky, a thick blanket of fog surrounding them. They snarled and roared, for around them everything felt impure. Santa patted their backs to hush them. It was getting difficult to see the bottom, and the reindeer refused to land. Santa tried and pushed, but the reindeer stood still in the air. Suddenly, a thrash of thunder and lightning infused the silent sky. The sled hauled back as an image formed in the fog. Claus gasped and whispered, 'Krampus, but before he could process a lightening shot at his wagon, the reindeer lost control and fell deep into the pits of the cursed land _' his land
YOU ARE READING
A NOT-SO-MERRY CHRISTMAS
Fantasía'Two kids were born on the land far away. Bunny and Klaus twin brothers were the talk of the town. Everybody came to visit them after so long Mother Goddess blessed the town with children which means that the faraway land was chosen, chosen for the...
