The Land Of The Misfits

Chapter 2: The Library

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Holly grabbed her bag and headed out the door.
She would spend the next few hours exploring the workshop.
She knew the whole place like the back of her hand, which for most people would be boring to explore in.
But Holly would pretend she'd never seen the place before. Like it was amazing to see elves working, and reindeers training.
Like it was never seen before!

She crept down the halls, with every step a creaking wooden panel.
The doorways were surrounded in a lovely red painted wood, with intricate swirls indented in it.
Walls were a bright green. Whenever Holly would walk down this hallway, she'd have questions pop into her head like
Why are red and green 'Christmas colours'?
And
What might actually be behind these doors?
And the occasional
What's for lunch, I wonder?
Because this hallway seemed to  feed into her curiosity, the corridor was given the name 'The Question Hallway'.
The Question Hallway by far, was Holly's favourite part of the workshop.
Most children her age would have said the toy factory or the reindeer stables.
But not Holly.
There was something she just loved about curiosity.

She continued walking, trying to answer the questions in her head, when something marvellous stopped her.
Something that cut through her thoughts like a knife in warm butter.
Where there was once a giant doorway with big knobs, that almost looked too large for her small hands, was something so picturesque she may have pinched herself.

A library.
With tall, wooden, golden shelves, stocked high with books!
Novels, biographies, cookbooks, history, ancestry!
Everything!
Holly stood there for a moment taking in the brilliance of what laid before her.
One step and she could be inside.
But one step could have brought her quite a bit of trouble.
There's a reason those door's are always closed.
She thought.
But there's a reason it's open now!
Holly stepped into the room.
The smell of fresh books and wood filled the air.
"I never knew the workshop had a library before!" She said to herself.
She walked toward a bookshelf, gently stroking the soft golden pages of a book.
A clap-like noise hit the rug, and Holly turned almost losing her balance.
On the ground laid two old books.
A  photo album.
And a dusty history book of some sort.
Holly pushed aside the photo album, not bothering to look inside, and picked up the history book.
Blowing on the cover, she revealed the title.
"The North Pole And Its Secrets."
She read aloud.
She flipped through the pages stopping on one particularly.
It was a picture of a bustling town. People running this way and that. Everyone with happy faces carrying presents.
Candy canes grew out of the snow, and colourful Christmas lights lined the houses.
The next page was a map. A map of just how to get there.
"Oh how I'd love to be there!" Holly said.
Noises filled the hallway and heavy steps hit the hardwood floor.
Holly tore out the page with the map, and shoved it down her skirt pocket.
She stared at the doorway, nervous of who it may be.
She was relieved when the jolly face of her father turned around the corner.
"Holly! I see you were looking through the books!"
Her father said and she nodded quickly.
He chuckled through his large beard.
"Father, may I go for a walk outside?" She asked.
"Well, why not? I'll get one of the elves-"
"Alone." Holly interrupted him.
She looked in her fathers eyes. Just waiting for the response she wanted.
"Alright. Go on your way." He said.
"Oh thank you, Father!" She giggled, ran out the door, kissed her father on the forehead, and went outside.
Her boots crunched in the snow.
Before her stood a tall forest.
She glanced down at her map.
Then back up at the forest.
"Well. Here we go." And she set off on her way through the woods.