A Yogsmas Carol

Part 3: Your memory will carry ooooon!

Somehow Lalnable had managed to drift off into light sleep once he had settled down in his four posted bed, grumbling in his sleep. Then, in the quiet of night the clock chimed one. Lalnable's eyes flashed open, quickly sitting up. Silence. He grumbled, starting to believe everything was just a hallucination and laid back down. He would have slept if not for the sudden bright flash of blue light from behind his bed curtain. The confused man stumbled backwards, holding his covers. The curtain was pulled back by an unseeable force, a tall woman with flowing blonde hair floating above Lalnable's floor staring down at him. Her eyes were a piercing icy blue colour, standing out from the pale dress she wore. After the moment of grand entrance the light faded, and the spirit softly landed on the floor.

"Right then, you bloody prick. You know who I am?" She asked, a contrasting impatient voice to her ethereal look.

"T-the ghost of Christmas past?" Lalnable replied shakily.

"Mmmhm. And I think it's about time you got your shit together mate."

"You seem quiet grouchy, spirit." Lalnable remarked with a sneer, releasing his grip on the bed covers.

The ghost raised an eyebrow, "Sorry I'm not the bleeding queen mate, the past catches up to us all. Makes us who we are." the spirit floated again, reaching out to Lalnable with her hand. He looked up warily.

"Come on, we don't have all night." She sighed, gripping the large man by the arm, turning with him clumsily floating behind her and leaving through the window, which opened before her.

Lalnable screamed, kicking and writhing high above the Minecraftia rooftops, he could see the sky change, people moving past like blurs.

"How do you fly spirit? Where are we going!?" Lalnable cried, clinging on for dear life.

"So many questions with you. I'm taking you to the past you loon, it's in the bleeding name." She replied exhausted, a bright light engulfing the two of them. Lalnable shielded his eyes, wishing he had his goggles with him. When he reopened them he saw they were far from Minecraftia now, landing just outside a place he knew very well, his old school from when he was once a lad. He turned questioningly. The spirit sighed.

"I've got to spell it out to you don't I? This is a place of importance in your past, perhaps it would do you well to see things from another angle. Don't worry, nobody can see or hear you while you're with a spirit." She explained, pointing to the door to the class. Lalnable walked in, a hint of a smile appearing on his face for the first time in years, just a hint. He was seeing the place he grew up once again and all the faces he once knew. Inside the building was a small boy sat in a well kept uniform, his nose buried in books and paperwork. "That's me!" Lalnable exclaimed, looking down to the child. "But where is everyone else..?"

"Gone home for Christmas." The ghost answered from the corner, looking around the room from her leaning position on the wall. "Someone thought work was more important than his friends..."

Lalnable murmured at that last remark. "W-well I had work to do! Studies are important if you want to excel, there was no time for merriment!"

Before he could go further trying to explain himself time began moving once more, years passing in seconds. The boy rarely left his position, always busy working. Then the blur of time travel halted once more, the past Lalnable now a young man sat at the desk. In walked a friendly looking man in a teacher's outfit, a well kept beard framing his merry face.

"Ah, Lalnable my boy!" He exclaimed, a roll of paper in his hand.

Lalnable quickly stood to attention, the Lalnable from the future's face lightened a little once more, "Yes Mr. Turpster sir!"