Thread:Meester Tweester/@comment-25793496-20130411192019/@comment-5873607-20130412173155

Santa's Dream Team-Chapter 1 Part 1

And so our story begins deep inside a crystal cave somewhere near the North Pole...

"Dimitri, look out!"

It was too late. The little reindeer dropped to the floor next to the body of another lost soldier.

It was just Roy and Craft left in the battle against this insane creature. This should have been done in five seconds with a quick slap, but his powers made the herd of reindeer pay for their underestimation. They knew close to nothing about him. Only his creepy, slow voice were their means of interaction.

This had been going on for three days, reindeer trooping in with a taste of vengeance, only to find themselves never set foot out of the cave again. A few were creeping around mindlessly doing useless tasks, obviously being tortured until their slow death from starvation.

Neither of them wanted to be the next victim. They were going to win or die trying.

"Roy, don't look there!"

The unlucky teenager collapsed. It was first Sparky, then Casey, then Dimitri, and lately Roy. Craft knew she was the next one in line. She didn't want to abandon her friends, but she couldn't finish a losing battle. Shameful retreat was the only option.

And so Craft fled from the scene of the crime. She needed to find stronger fighters when she got to the North Pole. Leaving all those innocent calves to die was unjust and dreadful. It was only a matter of days before their time was up. They needed to win this!