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CHRISTMAS CARDS

King Brady was a nice guy. Everyone knew that. He always helped around the village with his brother and solved the different problems of the villagers, even though most of them were he and his brother's fault. However, every year around Christmas Brady became a grouch, or if you prefer, a scrooge. Sure, he would smile and fake his annoyance with the Holiday, but everyone could see through his act. They all knew he was a Scrooge this time of year.

Mikayla, Lanny, and Mason had all asked Boomer if he knew why, but Boomer would only shake his head "No" in reply. Only Brady knew why he acted this way, but he wouldn't tell, he wouldn't say. Everyone would say that it had something to do with when he was kid, but Brady wouldn't admit it, he never did.

Brady would always hide away in the jungle, so as to not be bothered by all the curious villagers, and all of the various creatures. He hated that there were rumors about him, about his actions, but he couldn't help it, this was his natural reaction. He would find somewhere quiet to think, to see how to get himself out of this deadlock he had with the holiday.

Even the girl, whom he had a crush on, knew nothing about why Brady did what he did. She just wondered and wondered but always could never figure out why. Christmas was her favorite holiday, and if the boy wanted her, then it would have to be a favorite of his as well. She became upset with him, that to the point she sought comfort in his brother, otherwise known as "monkey boy." While she had a crush on the raven-haired boy who could sing, she couldn't stand him not liking the most wonderful time of the year.

Everyone noticed about her behavior as well, that is, everyone but the boy himself. He was too wrapped up in his own misery and anger to notice anyone else. His family still tried to get him to unwind himself, but he wouldn't spill. He said they wouldn't understand, and they never will. Eventually everyone gave up on the king, saying to just let him be. His brother however, hung on to the hope that Brady would join them on Christmas Day.

Up in Heaven, his parents agreed, they needed to stop this behavior, or else Brady wouldn't live his life as the happy, care-free boy he was. He would turn cold and hide away from everyone forever. Having come to this decision, his parents agreed to send three ghosts of Brady's past to help him see the beauty of Christmas and family. The date was set, and the ghosts were assigned a night each, to show him what he needed to see, to open his eyes, so that he could be free. His parents would warn him the night before, they would tell him so that he wouldn't think this was a joke, some sort of prank and he would take the whole thing seriously. "We will go to him in his dreams tonight, and warn him about what will come the following night." Brady's father, King Brian spoke, his wife Brianna nodding. "Yes, tonight is the night." With this the husband and wife, left with each other, hoping not to give their son too big of a fright.

Brady POV

Why do we have to be so merry around Christmas? I know it's a Holiday everyone likes to celebrate, but I for one just can't stand all the happiness and gift-giving. Why can't we just spend all year like we usually do?

I sighed as I climbed into bed, one I had made inside of my favorite cave. It was comfortable, but not as much so as my bed back in the castle. Even though I live in the castle with my brothers, I can't stand all of the happiness and everything people give off every year around this time, so I spend my days in my little cave.

I slowly closed my eyes, intent on getting a good night sleep, when I heard someone begin to speak. "Brady, my boy, please wake up. We have something important to tell you and you need to listen." My eyes shot open to find my parents standing at the foot of my bed. "Mom? Dad? Is that you?" I questioned as I sat up to examine the ghosts in front of me. My mom smiled. "Yes Brady, it's us. We came to give you a very important message." I hopped out of bed and walked over to my parents so as to stand in front of them.