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(created 2013-12-15 17:34):
Amber's eyes fluttered open and she was just about to roll back over and fall once more into the land of sleep when she remembered what day it was, Christmas. She flew down the stairs, almost smashing straight into the tree. She looked down, ready to start hunting through the presents for ones addressed to her and she saw... There were no presents at all under the tree! Amber gasped and pushed her head into her hands. How could there be no presents, maybe someone broke into the house and stole them just after midnight... But surely she would have heard them, right...? A scuffling in the kitchen brought Amber back to her senses, she shuffled through the door, kicking the floor with her bunny slippers,
"Hello Amber", said her mother, "whatever are you doing up this early?"
"It's Christmas but there are no presents under the tree." Amber stated, slightly pointedly.
Her mother just handed her a note that said 'No presents for escapees ~Santa'.
Amber started to question but her mother hushed her and began this story...
I used to live near the North Pole, you see and I was out fishing when a great blur of red and gold flew past and crashed into a snow drift near me. I was very curious at the time and so I went to see what the blur was. I approached cautiously and saw what appeared to be a giant sled on its side in the snow. A young man's voice called out for help as I drew closer. A very red head of hair poked out from under the side of the sled, I tapped on it, waiting for a response. The voice called out again "I'm alive please help, I'm pinned under the sleigh". Without another seconds hesitation, I grabbed the hand, next to the head, and pulled. With an unnatural "POP!", the man came free. He was short... so short he only came up to my waist. That's when I realised, he was an elf. A magical creature enslaved by "The Great Santa", ruler of most of the North Pole. This elf was injured so I carried him back to my house, hoping to treat his wounds and get to know him better, but by the time we had come to my house, he was fully healed! After a few hours, I learnt his name was Belethor. He was part of the maintenance crew on Santa's sleigh and had to take it for a test drive.The brakes failed and he crashed here. Belethor had used all his magic healing himself so I asked him to stay at my house for a bit. Gradually we fell in love, Belethor found all sorts of excuses to sneak away and see me. One night, I was expecting a visit from him but instead a plain messenger elf knocked on my door. He informed me that Belethor was in prison, awaiting execution. A more human side in him kicked in when he told me to leave the North Pole before Santa could come looking for me too. I thanked the elf and began packing at once. Less than a month had passed before I found myself stowed away on a ship bound for America, "The New Land". It wasn't until we had reached America and I had been staying there for three weeks when I found out I was pregnant with you... You have the same colour hair as your father, Amber treasure it always.
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Merry Christmas!
~Ninja