Christmas is coming/ Christmas is gone

Annabelle has been through a lot. She lives in a world of chaos, filled with robots, Knights and santa fights. But all of the sudden something changes, and it might destroy her...


23. December 23rd

(To the musicians I grew up listening to: Coldplay, U2, The Beatles, Madonna and Michael Jackson!)

"Pick a weapon" An elf says.

I look down at the many weapons. I know I will have to pick the one who speaks to me.

I look at daggers, axes, knifes, swords.. My eyes lands on a sword. I point at it.

"It sends chock though it when you slice it" The elf says.

But I don't see that- I see a beautiful, sharp sword. That will fit exactly into my hand.

It's handle has fabric to protect from hurting your fingers. The metal shines, and I grab it instantly.

"This one" I say. The elf just nods, takes the rest of the weapons, and walks out the door.

I hear a click, and another elf returns. His face is painted green and his clothes are white. I don't ask why.

I ignore the vision, and look at what he's holding. A piece of paper, and a pencil.

He lays it down on the table in front of me. "Write whatever you want to whoever you want, but only one" He says, and looks away as I grab the pencil. I start to write, and the writing appears on the paper, but it's not my handwriting. I look at the writing in confusion, but keep writing.


Dear Noah..

I can't believe I'm really writing this last letter before I die. But here I am. 

Noah. I forgive you for leaving, and all that happened with mom and dad, and I kind of understand why you did it. 

Before I die, I will ask you one last favor.

Will you find mother, and tell her that I love her, tell her it's okay, and that she doesn't need to be sad.

Go see William, just to check if he's alright. I love him Noah.

I will not rest in my grave until I know he's okay.

Please Noah.

I miss you everyday Noah. It's hurts every time someone says your name. 

I want you to live your life, get married to someone you love. I wish only the best for you. Your my brother.


Love your sister Belle..


I nod to myself, and hand over the final letter.


The elf looks down at it, nods and walks out another door.


I sigh to myself, and wait for the next elf to come. I glance down at the sword in my hand.

I see an inscription;


"Fear no more the heat o' the sun/ 

Nor the furious winter's rages/

Thou thy worldly task hast done/ 
Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages/

Golden lads and girls all must/

As chimney sweepers come to dust..

William Shakespeare." 


I read aloud. Someone is clapping, and I turn to look who it is, but all I see is darkness.

The light has gone out, and all I see is a shape a few feet away. The clapping stops, and I stare into the darkness. I turn the sword in my hand, and it lights up a bit. I fits perfectly in my left hand.

I see another inscription appear;


"Hope' is the thing with feathers/

That perches in the soul/

And sings the tune without the words/

And never stops/ at all 

Emily Dickinson" I read aloud.


The clapping starts again, and stops. I look into the darkness again.

"What do you want?" I ask unfriendly.

The person laughs, and it sound like small bells ringing.

"I almost thought you would stab me with that sword" William laughs.


I sigh and my heart sinks in relief. "Will" I say under my breath.

Will moves out of the dark and into the light.

He's shirt is white and a button is missing.

He wears jeans without a belt, so it's fits a little loosely.


He smiles but it doesn't reach the eyes.

"I know the truth" He says.






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