Ignite's Igneous Inscriptions |Art Book #7|

A Christmas Feast |Part 1|

Just so you know, some of the things in here are meant for comedic effect, such as what will happen right in the beginning, and Hero's bad cooking.

Hope you enjoy :)
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A calm yet anxious voice woke her up.

"Hey, it's time to wake up."

She mumbled against her pillow, speaking unintelligible words.

"Cmon, Allison. Wake up, you silly."

"No, Dad." Allison mumbled into her pillow again.

"Get up, its Christmas."

"It's wh-"

Her blanket covering her was yanked off of her, and the cold air met her skin. "GAH!"

She flailed her arms for the blanket, which was covering Herobrine like a ghost under a sheet. She made one final attempt to grab it, and Hero stepped back one small step, causing her attempts to fail. She ended up on the cold floor, her legs over her head and her stomach against the side of her mattress.

"DAAAD!" She half-yelled.

"ALLISOOOON! Wake up!" Her dad mimicked her. He waved his arms, pretending he was a ghost.

A minute later, Allison realized she couldn't move in the position she was in.

"Help." She said with a small voice.

Hero lifted the blanket off of himself and sarcastically rolled his eyes with a smile. He lended a hand, which Allison took, and he helped her slide away from the bed.

"Thanks." She stood up and dusted off her clothes. "Now what day did you say it was?"

"Your birthday." Hero said sarcastically.

"Wait what? Really?" She said, not realizing that his words were literally dripping with sarcasm.

"No."

"Aw. Then why'd you wake me up?"

" 'Cause I could."

She frowned. "Well then I'm going back to bed." She pounced onto her blanket and snuggled with it.

"I guess you don't want to see Mom?"

"See her for what?" She immediately sat up.

Hero facepalmed. "Do you seriously not know what I have been hanging up around the halls?"

"Uhhhh..."

"Okay, I'll say an easier hint. What did I throw at you last week?"

"Soap?"

"No, that was two weeks ago. This stuff is cold."

"Hmmm..."

"Okay, what's your favorite color?"

"Um, green...?"

"Mhm. What color is on your tail?"

She sat up and glanced at her tail. "Orange?"

"The other one."

"Red?"

"Yes. So, red and green. What do those colors remind you of?"

"Apples?"

Hero inhaled. Oh my gosh, how can she not know? Or is she just trying to mess with me?

I know. Allison's inner voice answered him.

Then what is it?

It's Christmas!