The battle raged on. Anahera tried so hard to brush off the face that her leg injury from the dog attack still throbbed. She pushed through the masses of fighting elves and demon reindeer, smacking the hell out of the elves left and right with a large plastic lawn ornament candy cane. But soon a booming voice and the familiar sound of sleigh bells filled the battle filled night. It was him. Her blue eyes grew wide, she never thought she would actually lay her gaze upon the real Santa Claus. It was amazing, he was just as she imagined, chubby jiggly belly, big beard, rosy cheeks, the little spectacles that helped him to read the names of every boy and girl on the naughty and nice list. She notices his voice is jolly, but his usually joy filled blue eyes are now hard and angry. She feels her heart drop….she is the enemy. As the Grinch confronts Santa atop the roof, Anahera watches with dropped jaw as the demon companions leaped up to attack. But the real Santa silences them as fast as they attack. Santa exclaims they have to come get him first, and the Grinch comes down swiftly to gather his minions and have us in a huddle. He begins to lay down the plan, and before Anahera knew what was going on, the demon companions began to drag her away with them.
She was in WAY too deep now, her regrets of deciding to leave her bed becoming larger and larger with every fleeting moment. She blindly follows the elves down various roads and alleyways that she has never seen before. There was DEFINITELY no turning back now. The antlers on her head glowed with dark power, she could feel it’s heavy influence pulsing through her veins more so than before. This was going to get serious. Soon it was time. The Grinch was not just in it to save Christmas from the material and commercial focus it has….he wanted steal the christmas magic. How could she have fallen for that….poor Anahera has always been so easily mislead and taken advantage of due to her trusting and soft personality. She was practically a puppy.
Now it was time to get serious. She wanted to wake up and have this be over with. She just has to push through. The demon minions are close beside her as they run blindly forward. The demons snicker and giggle, one smaller imp leaps up onto her shoulder, it’s mangled fingers hold onto her shoulders tightly as it perched like a pirate’s parrot. It begins to whisper in her ear, ”Ok...time for teleport...think of NORTH” she hesitates a moment, but it’s eyes glowed into hers with a sensation of “do it...do it….” so she thought long and hard. North, North, we need to go NORTH! her eyes and fists clenched shut. Suddenly the antlers atop her head began to glow once more and soon she and her demon companions are sucked up into nothingness. A strange flash. She comes back to. Dizzy head causing her to stumble and wobble her first few steps. She rubs her head lightly, what an experience. Once her eyes adjust, she realizes she is not in her hometown anymore, she is in a place called “Plattsburgh” in the state of New York. Her eyes are wide….she is standing at the start of a street called “Macomb Street”. She looks to her left, a sidewalk runs along side a seven foot tall hedge and just on the other side of the sidewalk before the curb stands a large old oak. She looks into the branches and sees the imps climbing around and bickering. Anahera speaks up,
”HEY!! This is no time for funny business!! We have work to do!! Now get down from there and help me!”
She is furious, this was definitely not the North Pole. She tries to transport again but the antlers won’t work. She realizes that she needs to give them time to charge back up. Her stomach rumbles...and she needs to pee….BAD. She looks around, the house across the street is a little creepy, and she can hear commotion in the house...so she decides against it. She walks along the hedge a few feet more and when it ends, she is in awe. A wrought iron fence enclosed a beautiful 1911 brick victorian home. It looks empty...there are no cars in the red cobblestone driveway, but only one light is lit through a big bay window in the top room. She decides to go for it. She opens the creaking gate slowly, parts of it’s old green rusting paint crumples under her fingers. She walks down the shoveled path up to the front porch steps, large victorian street lamps light her way. The wooden door is home to a beautiful stained glass window, she motions to the imps to come closer. She then proceeds to ask them to pick the door lock. It takes them a few moments but soon the door creaks open.
She walks into the entry, in front of her, a set of carpeted stairs with a crafted wooden railing. Just to the right of the stairs, a doorway into the dinning room that housed a large brass chandelier, and to her right, a doorway to the living room. She is weirded out by the two wall lamps….they were brass torches, but the part that attached to the wall was an arm and the torch part was held by a brass fist. what a strange house.. she thought to herself as she walked into the living room on creaking original wood floors. She walks past a jade tiled fireplace with a beautifully decorated mantle, and to her right stood the Christmas tree. There are only cookies on the old wooden chest in the middle of the room, no presents...interesting. She thinks nothing of it and walks through pocket doors into the dining room and then through a doorway to the kitchen. She runs to the fridge, taking out cheese sticks and some soda. This will fuel her up and get her all sugared up for Christmas war. She snacks for a moment before she begins to do the “potty dance”. To her relief there is a bathroom just beyond the kitchen. She comes out happy as a clam and continues to snack a moment more until she is satisfied. She gets up and leaves a thank you note on the counter. She exits the house and begins her trek down Macomb street and around the block to a street called Broad. She runs down the street, passing local shops, yoga places, co-op, and then turning the corner again she is on the street where the City Hall is. She walks now, this is Downtown…
Drunk scuzzy men stumble down the street, throwing bottles and cursing. A woman is getting harassed in the small park by a group of Christmas war ruffians. She knows now this place is not safe. And to think this town was once in the 90’s filled with happy go lucky hippies for Phish’s Clifford Ball three day festival. Now this place is full of chaos. People ransacking stores and restaurants. It was getting out of hand. Soon something grabbed her by the shoulders and began to drag her down the alley between Iris’s restaurant and the Winery….
At first she thinks this dark skeevy creature is a demon, but it is man in a trench coat was dragging her down the alley. She screams, the demon creatures crowd around her but for some reason they cannot get within four feet of the man. Anahera panics, the demon companions screech and hiss, trying to get to her. She thinks hard...what to do what to do. Suddenly it came to her. She thought long and hard, thinking it over and over again. It needed to work. Soon, the man let go of her, screaming and flailing as a black shadow loomed overhead. It was it….it was the eagle from atop the MacDonough Monument. It’s green copper wings beat hard as it descended from the sky and snatched the man up. It let out an ear piercing cry and lifted off into the air, carrying the trench coat man high up upon it’s monument perch to feed.
Anahera was stunned….her heart was beating a mile a minute. The dark magic made the eagle on the monument save her. Strange, but awesome and helpful for sure. She knew that was a sign for them to get the hell out of there. So with a big whistle, she beckoned the companions and she thought hard again. This time she was ready. The antlers glowed again, and they were enveloped by the universe once again. Then, vision. She only staggered a little bit this time, but not nearly as bad. This time they were standing in front of a sign stating “Upper Canada Village”. How peculiar. Luckily for her, it is currently closed for the holidays. Anahera walked down the dirt road, her eyes wide. So many new places and things to see. This place, Upper Canada Village, was a place untouched by time. It was a place preserved to keep the old ways of the settlers alive. Working water mills, horse drawn carriages, hand churned butter. This place was the kind of place kids get to take a field trip to. She runs down the street, minions close behind her. She needed to find a safe place to collect herself. Soon she finds the souvenir shop, half the labels are in French, but she does not mind. She looks along the shelves, wondering if anything could come in handy. Then it catches her eye, a first aid kit on the wall behind the cash register. She runs to it and opens it up, the imps help. They dress her dog bite wound and it feels a little better being clean and wrapped up. No longer being irritated by her pajama pants.
The imps go through the store, messing things up, breaking things. Such messy careless creatures. Ana thought to herself that they needed to learn some manners, but that would be a lost cause. Though, it is not long before a rumble is heard. The pseudo elves stop dead, their glowing eyes wide, staring toward the door. Ana turns around slowly, there it stood. Big, heavy, not good…
Taurus.
No flipping way. Ana is frozen….there was no way she could manage taking that thing on...no no no….but there is not even one moment to think….the Taurus lets out a loud cry and then charges forward, flames pluming from pierced nostrils. She turns on a dime and makes a run for it, trying to find another exit. But for some reason all the entrances have been sealed. The universe really did not want her to get to the north pole that’s for sure. She tries hard to think, but her panicked state makes her judgement blurred. She lets the antlers do as they please. They glow brightly and a million flashes of light and booms start going off all around her. She screams and runs blindly. She doesn’t realize the booms were none other than all the entrances being blown apart. Explosions. They exploded. She runs toward the nearest, the bull on her tail. She tried to think again, this time she knew what to do. She thought hard, the antlers glowed, and BOOM. A flood of rabbits hop forth, scattering all around by her feet. The bull was no more. Instead the mass of rabbits hopped away more scared than she was. What a relief. No more of this...this has to stop…
She needed to think harder, she had to think hard enough to get them all the way there. She thought harder than ever this time, she thinks out loud this time.
”north, north, NORTH….NOOOORRRRTHHHH!!!”
In a blink of an eye they are gobbled up again, the antlers spat them back out into the world, their landing a little less graceful. She lands in the snow with a hard thump. She is face first in the snow spread out like a little blonde, red clad starfish. She raises her head, blue eyes trailing up the front of a VERY large building….this was it. Santa’s work shop. She exclaims to the demons around her.
We made it!! The Workshop!! But where is the Grinch?”
She does wonder where the Grinch is….he never told them anything further, how were they to find the magic, what did it look like, how would they collect it? Plus, how could he not go through with his own plan? No way in hell was she going to have to do this without him... She felt helpless, but the demon companions snickered louder, now getting rowdy….something big was about to happen. Bigger than big….Christmas history...
OOC: Ok that was SO HARD to write. Now its time for bed...its 1:21 am and I have work at 8:30 am...crap.
Magic used: Making the Eagle on the monument take out a gross pedo man. Exploding all the exits in the souvenir shop.
Creatures Encountered: Taurus
Places Transported: Plattsburgh, NY (featuring my old home) and Upper Canada Village in Morrisburg, Ontario Canada.