The lion, the sorceress and the wardrobe (ROTBTD chronicles)

Saint Nicholas and the Mice Hole

As the three children walked through the forest, following the faun's advice, they happened upon some curious footsteps. It was immediately queer to their minds, for they were human, light footsteps over the freshly fallen snow. They trailed off of the path the faun had given them and instead chose to follow the trail left by the stranger. They walked calmly for a few minutes, needless to talk. Even though they were no longer in an abusive setting and there was no need to keep their feelings unsaid, they found it prudent to continue on with their wordless communication as long as they walked through the woods, especially since the faun warned them about the listening trees.

Unexpectedly, the three shivered under a raging sound. Their hearts rushed and they ran to the nearest hideout they could see, which happened to be a hole in the ground. Surprisingly, it was big enough to fit the three kids and hide them perfectly from the atrocities of the outside. Another loud sound, that of clip-clops of a hooved animal, startled them. The jingle of bells curdled their blood and, finally, they heard heavy, slow footsteps approaching their hole. They heard a deep, loud laugh of an old man. It wasn't cruel, as they had expected, but downright jolly.

"Ho, ho, ho! Are these naughty little children trying to hide from me?" Asked a voice from the outside.

Although he didn't sound threatening, the kids stood inside their hidden spot for a while, as the man continued to talk to himself.

"Well, I do suppose I could skip their christmas presents..."Started the man, as the three children rushed out of the hole in the ground with huge smiles drawn on their faces.

They formed a line in order to appreciate the beauty of what their eyes beheld: Behind the tall, strong man, there was a huge sleigh carried by seven buffy-looking reindeer. He was wearing a dark fur hat over his long, white hair, and a cascade of silver strands ran over his chest from his beard. His kind, blue eyes stared at the kids with the same wonder and amazement they stared at him with.

"Perre Noel?" Asked Rapunzel, clapping her two hands together and walking towards the gigantic man.

"The one and only!" He exclaimed, grabbing the blonde girl in his arms and twirling her in the air before putting her back in the ground. "And you must be sweet Rapunzel. You're the first on my nice kids list"

The other two kids aproached shyly, following the same dinamycs of meeting the faun.

"Ah, and brave Merida, and noble Hiccup!" Exclaimed the gigant, embracing them three in a hug. "But, where is your devilish brother?"

The children looked down, both embarrassed and depressed.

"He's lost." Muttered Hiccup. "We are looking for him."

Father Christmas could not take the sadness in the children's face, so he waited no more and opened his magical sack of wonders.

"Oh, down with it," He exclaimed, as he took out of the bag an enourmous amount of gadgets. "Where could that be?"

Merida stepped in front, facing father christmas.

"I thought there was no Christmas in Narnia" She said, puffing out her chest.

The bearded man smiled at them sadly. "There wasn't, for a long time, but with your arrival, the witch's powers are starting to fade off. You four are the hope of this country." He explained, and he finally found what he was looking for.

Out of the sack, he took a small flask with a red belt on it and a shiny-looking liquid inside it. Along with it, he took a dagger in its scabbard.

"Step forward, gentle Rapunzel. I give you these, for your bravery and selflessness. A drop of this juice is suppossed to cure the most deadly of wounds, use it carefully." Explained the old man, as he placed the precious treassures in Rapunzel's hands.

She walked back beside her siblings and father Christmas took out other two objects form his sack.

"Now, valiant Merida, come close. This bow shall never miss if you trust an arrow. And this horn, even if you sometimes feel like you can't be heard, blow on it at the darkest hour and help shall certainly come your way" Pere Noel said, grinning at the fiery redhead. She stared passionately at her bow, quiver and arrows, a passion few can describe.

Father Christmas' smile grew sadder when he got the last two objects, a sword and a shield. The shield had a red and golden lion in it. Hiccup stepped forward without the father calling him, and the old man stared at the weapons and then at the child apollogetically.

"Hiccup Haddock, magnificent brother. I give you these, in order to defend Narnia when the time comes. Now, children, these are tools, not toys." He spoke out loud, warning them.  "Bear them wisely."

They all smiled at each other when Father Christmas stepped back into the sleigh.

"Now, I must be off. I got to make up for a hundred years worth of christmas. I hope peace comes soon, and long live Mufasa!" He yelled, as he flew his sled through the sky. A solemn feeling among the three.

They looked at the place where the sled had been, a dark patch of dirty snow. Although the gifts were magnificeent, they couldn't shake off the nasty feeling of having lost their brother. He, too, deserved a gift.