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31/12/2020

❄ He Stole Our Hearts This Christmas 🎄 (MGL Fanfiction)

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Deep within the snow-covered woods of Northern Vale, there was a large cabin. It had been there for generations, having been built by settlers from long ago. It was considered a special place, reserved for heroes who did their part in protecting Northern Vale’s inhabitants from wild animals, invaders and its frigid weather.

Right now, it was Christmas time, and the cabin was decorated with the reds of cherries and greens of various leaves from local plants. Inside, a roaring fire in the fireplace warmed the shelter’s three occupants, who were clad in fine clothes and tooled leather and covered with thick fur cloaks. They sipped warm spiced wine while quietly exchanging mostly pleasant tidings. A large canine slept contentedly near the hearth.

Suddenly, the cabin’s door burst open with a blast of bitterly cold wind. Silhouetted at the door’s frame whose features were only partially revealed by the dancing fires, the hulking figure took a step inside, and dropped a heavy sack he had been carrying on his shoulder to the wooden floor. The room was hushed and even the awakened dog was silent. The intruder surveyed the room then spoke.

“I got you your presents!” he roared.

This announcement was met with loud cheers. A vibrant young lady sprang from her seat and hugged the man.

“Franco!” Freya exclaimed. “Are you playing as Santa now?”

He gave a laugh and patted his voluminous belly. “I do look the part,” he admitted. This was met with a round of laughter.

“Well then, let’s get dinner started before the food gets frozen solid!” the warrior woman Masha declared. “Help me prepare, Popol,” she told the young man who owns the large wolf.

A short while later, they were seated around a table filled with food. Roast meats, vegetables and fruits that were brought by the grateful people of Northern Vale. Here, they continued their conversation.

“I heard you drove away the menace Bane in a recent battle,” Freya told Franco.

Franco swallowed a mug of ale and belched before answering. “I did. But I bet my beard we haven’t seen the last of him. I’ll make a meal out of him next time.”

“Invite me and Popol next time. I heard octopus are a delicacy,” said Masha with a laugh. Popol grinned but was still uncomfortable among these famous heroic adults.
Popol took a roasted haunch of deer. The meat was so perfectly cooked that the meat slid right off the bone. “Here you go, buddy,” Popol tossed Kupa the bone which the wolf gnawed hungrily.

And so, news and boasts and friendly gibes were exchanged around the table while they ate. When they were nearly done, Freya stood up.

“Hey, don’t forget our dessert - our Christmas pudding! I’ll go get them.”

Made with nuts, fruits, spices and bread, the Northern Vale Christmas pudding was renowned throughout the Land of Dawn.

Freya returned short of breath and empty-handed.

“The puddings are gone!”

“What do you mean gone?!” roared an upset Franco.

Freya was distraught. “They’re not in the kitchen anymore!”

“Let us take a look, then!” cried Popol with the wolf Kupa bounding right after him.

The four squeezed into the kitchen. Aside from the famous puddings, it was evident that whoever stole them also pilfered a great deal of other food on the table. An open window blew cold wind into the room, making the candle light dance.

Popol and Kupa immediately went to the open window. “Kupa’s got the thief’s scent. Let’s go catch him!”

“I swear I’ll wring the burglar’s neck when I do!” muttered Franco as they ran to the exit.

An hour before the heist, a slender figure accompanied by a warmly wrapped monkey on his shoulder trudged on the thick snow. He had hardly eaten, hardly prepared for the harsh climate of the North. He took a rest beneath a tree and leaned on it.

“I am sorry, Dexter,” Claude said to his companion. “I thought there were plenty of treasures here in Northern vale. All we saw were penniless communities. They had barely anything to steal! Very little to eat, too. Poor people.” He shook his head and sighed.

“I wish I could have a meal. Roasted meat and pies and ﹣wait, what’s that?”

His sharp sense of smell caught a whiff of food. Delicious food!

“You smell that too? Let’s find out where it’s coming from, Dexter!”

The prospect of a meal gave him energy. He plodded through the snow until he came upon a lighted and decorated cabin. He was certain that the aroma was coming from there. He was also certain that there were perhaps inhabitants who would deter him from getting his share of dinner, and perhaps give him pursuit. So he prepared surprises for them before he crept towards a window. Four people and a dog busily chewing. He quietly went around the structure and found another window. He hit the jackpot. A long table laden with food was beyond. He opened the window, leaped inside, and pulled out a sack. With one hand, he grabbed food and alternately put it in his mouth or in the sack. Dexter emulated him.

Then Claude came upon Northern Vale’s treasured Christmas pudding.

“Hello there, gorgeous,” he breathed as he marveled at the puddings plump and filled with goodies. These too, he put in the sack. He signaled Dexter that it’s time to go. Going out the window, he was only a short distance away when he heard a commotion inside.

“Oops. Seems like they finished the main course already. Let’s hurry to the woods.”

The door burst open. Four humans and a wolf scrambled outside.

“I see him!” cried Franco then began to whirl his chained hook. He threw it towards the woods, felt it hit something, then yanked it back.

The chain, hook, and a dark, solid mass hurtled towards them.

Had he been less inebriated, he could have avoided the collision. Thunk! The object Franco snagged with his hook was a piece of log that smacked him on his forehead, right between his eyes. Luckily, he was wearing his helmet or substantial damage would have been dealt. His eyes crossed, then he swooned and fell on his back.

“Kupa and I will track the thief,” said Popol.

Freya nodded. “I’ll go with you. Masha, tend to Franco. Catch up with us if you can.”

They each grabbed a lantern and ran.

Deep in the woods, the wolf dashed and occasionally sniffed around. Suddenly, it gave a growl, leaped forward and began digging the snow.

“He found something!” Popol cried excitedly.

Unfortunately, that something was a stink trap planted by the cunning thief. A noxious odor sprang from the trap. Kupa whined piteously and dropped on the snow.

Freya was concerned. “Popol, stay with your wolf until he recovers. I’ll go ahead. It seems our thief went this way, at least.”

She went on alone on the trail. A few minutes later, she spotted something glinting in the distance and approached cautiously, fearing another trap. Her lantern revealed a bracelet hanging by the tree. Her attention was then diverted to a screeching above. The monkey, Dexter struck out his tongue and pulled a rope. A great deal of snow crashed down on Freya, buried her in a heap. Dexter scampered away.

By the time she extracted herself from the snow, her companions caught up with her.

“Foul thief,” Masha muttered.

They went on the trail and found a small village. It seemed uninhabited, save for a large structure that appeared to be a warehouse. Faint light streamed from the closed door. Kupa seemed to confirm that the thief was in there.

The door burst inward with a gust of wind when Franco kicked the door open.

“Alright, you rascal. Hand us back our﹣” Franco yelled.

Inside the warehouse were more than two dozen impoverished people huddled near each other. Claude was handing them the food he stole from the heroes.

“﹣food,” Franco finished lamely.

Claude went and stood in front of Franco defiantly. It was a ludicrous sight. Claude’s head barely reached Franco’s chest. A flea admonishing a bear.

“Now, listen, all of you,” he began. “You are all heroes, saved Northern Vale from many villains. But where are you when people are starving and freezing?” He gestured at the villagers inside.

Tears ran down Claude’s cheeks. Franco looked away, ashamed and overcome with emotion. Masha dabbed her eyes with her hand.

Freya went near Claude and smiled.

“We will share what food and provisions we have,” she promised.

And so began what would become an annual Christmas tradition, when the heroes of Northern Vale collect food and gifts and distribute them to the needy.

People would also tell the tale of Claude, the thief who stole their hearts that Christmas. ❤️