This is a purely fictionous short story I have written for this joyous festival. I am a freethinker and do not know if there is a Christian's concept of Santa and Christ, so I would beg for forgiveness for my ignorance if this story turns out to be as much as a blasphemy to Christians. I regret to add also that the original stories of the Orb Chronicles 1 and 2 is yet to be updated, so I would like to apologise for that as well.Please be noted that it's copyrighted by me, and so I hope no one attempts to pass this story as their own. Merry Christmas to all!
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This story is dedicated to all my best friends (who are mostly Christians, lol...). You are all the greatest gifts to me in life. Merry Christmas to you all, and hope you will enjoy this story as much as I enjoyed writing it.
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40 years after the Wars of the Orbs
The new castle of the human kingdom stood glowing faintly under the yellow sun. A village belonging to the trolls was built across the side of the castle's outskirts, and a vast farmfield was grown there for the troll community to harvest. Men and trolls lived harmoniously as both races shared their resources and treated each other as equals. Elven bards often travelled across the kingdoms singing praises of such harmony.
King Bogard, the benevolent ruler of the humans, had aged tremendously since the episodes of the Wars of the Orbs. His new court now consists of Elf and Dwarf ambassadors, as well as troll governors. With his crown prince made his next ruling successor, King Bogard ensured the peace of the human community.
Far to the eastern kingdoms, the Elven forests were regrown and the favoured home of Elves, Whitewoods, was rebuilt to its original design. Orcs had given up their hatred for the elves, and asked to made their home in Southern Whitewoods. The elves, being accomodating, agreed to them, and offered aid in building their homes generously. Even elvish warriors are now sent to the battle-seasoned orcs to train. Since the death of King Anarion, Loyola the Elven General was made a warrior king, and he ruled with great foresight, which was as sharp as his blades.
As for the stout-hearted dwarves, they have decided to leave the continent to their human and elf friends. With their crafty Goblin allies, they set sail to the kingdom of Shakara, and made a new home in the Wastelands of Shakara. It was turned into a enormous trading city called Bridge Spire, which eventually improved trade between its neighbours and dissolved their hatred for each other.
A new age shone of all the kingdoms and races, and all was peace and joy. And that was when one man who sees these decided that this day shall be made into a joyous occasion, to ensure everlasting peace and happiness for all races. As he dressed himself in red hat, robes and boots, he fashioned a new name for his own, "Santa Claus". "Santa" was known in the ancient dwarves' tongue as 'peace', and "Claus" was referred to in the high elven language as "joy". With that, he made his way to every kingdoms in the continent, seeking their younglings and always making jokes in front of them. He came up with a laughter that would mark his arrival, and everyone would look out of their windows to see him when he laughs," Ho ho ho!"
The elven kindred was partial to Santa, and one of their best craftsmen fashioned him an elven bell that will ring and can be heard from a distance. Loyola met Santa in his court, and took a liking to his amusing jokes. Thus, he asked his court mages to transform their deer livestocks so that their heads will have antlers, and made it a unique gift to Santa. Santa enjoyed the company of these deers, and renamed them as "reindeers", for they will be reined to his carriage in place of his horses. The elves respected him and annually gave a party to Santa for his jokes. In these parties, the elven craftsmen would make recreational tools for him so that he would be able to have fun with them. Santa saw these as an opportunity to let kids have greater joy, and that is to give them these tools. He named these tools "toys", for it meant "fun" in the elven tongue.
Using his beloved reindeers, Santa would ride in his carriage and visit the elven kingdom every year to collect new toys, and give them to the younglings of every race. Yet, he was troubled by the fact that he had neglected the Dwarves and the Goblins, for they are worlds apart, and Santa could not get to the kingdom of Shakara in time every year after delivering his toys to the humans, trolls, elves and orcs. Hence, he sought the help of the Elf king once more.
Loyola thought that the only fastest way of transportation, besides teleporting (which would require Santa to have magical abilities), is to fly. With the advice of his court mages, the Elf king commanded every mage of Whitewoods to cast a permanent levitating spell on Santa's reindeers, so that the reindeers could make his carriage fly. However, though the levitation spell worked, the reindeers could not carry the carriage as it was too heavy. The elves then made a sledge for him, with a comfortable seat to accomodate his weight, while at the same time making the sledge almost weightless so that the reindeers could carry him and the sledge.
Using all these magicals tools at his disposal, Santa moved from continent to continent, carrying a huge sack of toys to every household at the same time every year. People of every kingdom then called this day "Santa Holiday".
Many, many centuries later, when all the kingdoms were no longer existent, save for empires of men, a young man named Christ, was crucified on the very same day of Santa Holiday. Just as Santa was making his travels around the continents, he saw Christ and took pity on him, for Christ made the greatest gift of sacrificing himself, for the joy and happiness of others. Santa saw Christ's deeds were equivalent to his journey to bring peace and happiness to others, and announced publicly that this very day would no longer be called "Santa Holiday", and would be renamed "Christmas Holiday". Yet Santa was not yet satisfied, for he has not given a gift to Christ. Hence, he decided to name a coniferous tree a "Christmas Tree", to honour Christ's name. These trees would be grown everywhere, to let people know of Him and honour His' name.
And this story was passed on through many, many generations, and is now presented here, on this very joyous occasion. Merry Christmas to you readers, and a Happy New Year.
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