This nicely timed StarWars/Wizard cross-over by Hunter Frost (Deni)
This one is by: Scarlet Nightstar (Raven)
By Alia Fairycatcher
Thanks, Ashley Dragon
LoL, nice! Thanks, Abigail Dragoncather
Hello! I am Angel BattleBlade. This is my story ----
Here, in the sleepy village of Kembaalung Village, on the outskirts of Mooshu, the people still tell the legend of the mysterious goat. Every winter, when the nights grow long and nothing is left for them to do, the children sit in a circle around Dalai Lamba and listen with widened eyes and dropped jaws as the wizened monk brings to life the story of the goat.
"A long time ago..."
Up on the peaks of Hollow Mountain, where the air is thin, a goat sat down meditating. Long had he lived like this, alone in the mountains, at times painting the scenery, at times reciting poetry.
Feeling bored, he trekked up a narrow mountain trail, he came to a home, a large stone hut built underneath a large ledge. Then he heard a faint sound. Someone was shouting for help. He looked around, and saw a boy wizard tied up to a stone.
The goat strode to the boy and released him.
Suddenly, the ground shook. A large boar emerged from the hut. It was Master Tonkatsu. The goat, fearless and calm, muttered a mantra. Upon hearing the chant, Master Tonkatsu became delirious, and headed toward the direction to the cave of Hollow Mountain. He never came back. The boy was saved. The goat went inside the hut and saw thousands of gold on a table. He took all of them and distributed to the villagers.
And, as always, Dalai Lamba ended the story of the heroic goat with a chuckle, telling the children to head home before Master Tonkatsu comes out of the cave.
The End!
Maria Darkblood
Twas the night before Yuletide, when all through the spiral
Not a creature was stirring, not even Morganthe’s Army.
The quetzal cage was hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Felix Navidad soon would be there.
The wizards were nestled all snug in their castles,
While visions of sugar crystals did the bee dance in their heads.
And the ghost of Sylvia in her ‘kerchief, and Malistaire the Undying in his cap,
Had just decided to enjoy their afterlife.
When outside the window there was such a splatter,
I grabbed my Wizarding Hat to investigate the din.
I grabbed my deck, unsure what to expect
Then I summoned my dragon and flew out the window.
The moon was my only friend, who lit up some tracks
Gave me just enough to see what the night foretold.
When, what to my lying eyes dare reveal,
But Lydia Greyrose in a cat mask, trying to break in!
With tap of her wand, bold and calculated,
The fairy professor almost got in.
I could not help but gasp at this sight,
And she turned and yelled, and called me a name!
"Now, Dangit! now, Darnit! now, storm lord-and-forest!
Oh come on! On, cripes! Of all the wintery nights!
To bed with you! To dreamland you go!
Now flee, young wizard! Go away! Forget you saw me!"
As the snowflakes swirled wildly, and Fluffy flew,
I didn’t know what to think of Greyrose, I just knew.
When she turned to my door, I asked what she was looking for,
With the car full of rings, amulets, and dirks, and a few robes too.
And then, in a flash of white lights, I saw on the chimney
The pour whimpering cries of little babies.
As I commanded Fluffy up, and was terrified at best,
Down the roof fell a fox pet.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And the little darling looked to be in a horrible mood.
A bundle of fur and flesh was all he had
And he looked like a puppy, just about to attack.
My voice unsteady, I called down to the ninja fairy
“What are you doing with this fox?”
The ninja fairy simmered, and then called out
“The fox is your problem now!”
With a flash of sparkles, icy ice ice,
Greyrose disappeared into the night.
Her sack went poof, no evidence behind,
Looked like this little treasure was mine!
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Yuletide to all, and to all a good-night!"
"Places everyone. places!!!" he said, as the bright blue curtains opened to reveal a house decorated perfectly for the Holidays.. it was cold outside, and the trees were covered in snow. everyone was getting ready for the holidays. in the north pole, Santa and his elves were hard at work, creating the toys that would soon be handed out to children all around the world.
Happy holidays from all of us at "A yuletide Story", an original seasonal play.
A story by Christina Rainbow
It's after hours, and the street is wet with afternoon rains that linger on past the sunset. Lamp-posts glower softly at busy wizards travelling from Commons to Olde Town. This is the Shopping District at night, glares of shops' displays and the water fountain in the center.
There is Felix Navidad, selling holiday items. He always used to attract waves of people. The crowd combed itself into a line, to wait in their murmurs and squabbling for exclusive Christmas items.
But now, it's different.
No one is buying things from Felix. The fluorescent lights of the surrounding shops illuminate his tired body, clutching a sack full of Christmas gifts. Twilight is settling down and he has nowhere to go, especially when he has stood at the same spot since 9a.m., with no customers.
Two girls, Molly and Keira, happened to come to the dye shop in Shopping District. They see the boy dressed up in Santa costume, leaning against the water fountain, head hung low. The girls whisper to each other's ears, they agree on something. They walk to Felix.
"Hello, we would like to buy five Candle Wands and five Candy Wands," said Molly.
Felix tuns in surprise, to look at who's speaking. Hurriedly, he picked out the items from his sack and passed them to the girls.
"Merry Christmas!" he said.
As they pay and leave, Felix grins and claps his hands in joy. His last remnants of sadness disappear in the joyful spirit.He can't help but think, there are people who still remember about me, who still remember about Christmas.
Fun pro quality pic by Logan Thunder
Felix had no life. No friends. No family. No love.
And especially, he was terrible at Ravenwood magic. He took the test literally fifty times. He got ice and life school 25 times. So just decided to join the ice school.
Wherever he went, he seemed to spread anger, or hatred. Either that, or people would walk away and try to avoid him. He could never seem to make anyone, at all, happy.
In his free time, he loved listening to Yuletide music. Feliz Navidad was a favorite. He loved the Yuletide season. He believed that the holiday was or giving, and not receiving. Although Felix never received, he always gave...and people would reject his gifts.
At school, in life, quests, he was bullied. No one loved him. No one cared about him. But he never gave up! When the world tried to break him down, he just built his walls higher.
One day, a thought hit him. No one cares about me, right? He thinks about suicide. What will happen? What will everyone think? Would they care? Probably not. But Felix found this pointless. He decided to fake his death.
***
It is Christmas Eve. All wizards are celebrating in the commons, having fun. Talking, drinking, eating, and all the fun stuff. This is where he would make his last stand. Right there, the commons, on his most favorite time of the year.
He started to climb the tree, the tallest there was on the commons. He yelled to get some attention to see if anyone cared. No one did. He knew it would happen. Here goes, he thought.
From the highest branch, he took one step, and he started to fall. It felt like time was passing by very slowly for him. He fell slowly, second by second, and somehow his decent slowed down. Eventally, he stopped falling; everything stopped moving. Felix looked around.
Everything around him was as still as anything could be.
He saw a large light of a ghost approaching up to him. It was the lengendary Yuletide Spirit. No one ever saw it for real. They only saw her progeny. Felix was astounded.
She started talking to Felix. He was silent. "Why must you take your life?" she asked. "Your life is a special gift. The others don't know it yet. You do not feel love, but you do not give up. You would sacrifice yourself for what reason now? No one cares about you now, but they will love you in the future. I will make you into a legend, Felix Navidad."
And with that, time began again. Felix started to fall. He didn't have enough time to stop his fake death. He crashed into the asphalt and exploded into a huge shower of snowflakes.
***
Several days later, Felix opened his eyes. He felt different. He stood up and looked around. He was in a huge icy area. He looked down at himself and almost screamed! What was he wearing? How many pounds did he gain? When did he grow a beard? When did his hair turn white?
He looked around, and remembered the Spirit's words. "...they will love you in the future." Felix pondered these words. He also wondered if he was dead. Then the idea came to him.
The wizards would love him for the generous things be gives to them. He will make toys, gifts, anything of the kind for everyone! For his special time of the year! He decided to go by the name of: Santa Claus.
He sent out on his trek on the mysterious icy land he was in. The quest to start the happiness and love around the new holiday that was about him: Christmas.
Thanks for the contest! My name is Alex Fireblade
