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Juste smiled, he looked at the fairy and waved, "You right." he said happily. He grabbed Sam's hand and started walking again. He looked up at the fairy, "What's you fairy's name?" he asked as he walked. He wndered if he'd be able to control teh doll without getting a headache. He looked at the doll and sighed, he'd find out he guessed.
Sharina glances at Sam, raising an eyebrow slightly. "You seem to be forgetting someone. Just because my family refuses to be 'modern' in our lifestyle - besides my clothing, of course - certainly doesn't mean I can't fight. In fact, I could probably... Oh, forget it," she mutters, shaking her head so that her purple-black hair hid her face.
The kid isn't Cobalt, fool. Keep that in mind. For all you know, they secretly hate you, she tells herself, a soft sigh escaping her. She wished it were that easy. In truth, she knew it would be her fault if anyone forgot she was there because of her silence.
Juste nodded, "I won't forget you." he promised, smiling brightly at Sharina. He kept walking the way the others were though. His mind had been appeased, Sam ahd promised to protect him and Sharina had said she'd fight too. They'd not lose they'd all come home safely and Santa would be rescued. His confidence saored, he decided to push aside the thoughts of after this mission was done what would happen. Everyoenw ould go home and he'd be alone in teh orphanage again. But he didn't think about that, he was just happy to have friends now.
Sharina smiles a bit weakly, spinning one dagger absently between her fingers, her mind in another place.
She was sitting at the edge of his bed, holding his hand. He looked so pale, and the tubes going into his body...
Sharina couldn't bare to look at Cobalt, the one person who, even though he was only 10 and she was 9, had supported her and been her anchor.
"Sharina, am I going to die?" Coby asked quietly, his dark blue eyes begging for the truth.
She wanted desperately to lie, say he was, but before she could, she had already told him yes, the doctors predicted he would die.
He'd died that night in his sleep.
Rai smiled inward at the scene of Sam and Juste, but her heart still felt that dull ache she fought so hard to erradicate.
He was 9 when he was taken, Iysh was only nine, and he should be here with her, not with some strangers. But she had to admitt, she couldn't take care of him, she was only 11 and he was 9. Right now, he'd be 13, he'd just be entering the ninth grade. Ma and Pa would be so proud of him, she would be so proud.
Her mind wanders to the last Christmas they spent together.
"Rai, I'm scared. Will I ever see you again?" Iysh asks looking up at his big sister as they sit under the christmas tree.
"You'll see me, I promise, I do." Taking his chin in her hand, she turns him to face her. "Remember Iysh, never stop believing, never. Whether it is meeting me again or in Santa Clause or the Easter Bunny, the more you believe, the more it'll happen." She smiles warmly at him.
"The older kids say Santa Clause doesn't exist, and you don't even believe in him." He looks at her; a sad smile on his face and it only reminds her of their father.
"For you I will, I will always." She pulls him toward her. "Like I said, 'Never stop believing, never." WIth that they fall asleep under the christmas tree.
Sam blinked in suprise. "I wasn't saying you couldn't fight, Sharina." He laughed, "In fact, you'd probably kick my butt if we fought."
"Im Blizzard!" Blizzard answered Juste. "And you are Juste?"
Sam turned his attention back on the task. He flexed his other hand- the one not holding onto Juste- and felt the glove humming with life. COuld this peice of material really help him?
Juste nodded, "Yes I'm Juste." he said, he held his own small hand out to shake the fairy's even tinier hand. "I'm 9." he added proudly, he was always proud of his age, though in this group he felt young and very small because everyone was so much bigger and older than he. It felt good to have someone smaller than he was now with Blizzard around.
Sharina nods slightly. Silent tears rolled down her pale cheeks. She should have told Coby he wasn't dying. Maybe he'd still be alive if she had told him that... He would have still fought the sickness...
"Wow! And so big too!" Blizzard said. She fluttered down to Juste and landed on his head. "I wish I could be big like you some times."
Mrs. Clause stopped at a pair of double doors. "This is where I leave you. The elves will take you in the sleigh as far as they can." Mrs. Clause blinked and Sam sweared he saw some tears glistening in her eyes.
She gave them all a big hug and a kiss before hurrying away. Sam waved goodbye and then shoved the doors aside and gasped. There it was. Santa's sleigh.
Juste grinned, he liked Blizzard. He didn't mention he was the smallest boy in his orphanage. Atleast the smallest boy from the ages of 7-11. He wasn't too happ that some boys 2 years younger than he was were bigger than him. He stared looked at back Sharina, she was crying. Why was she crying? Looking forward again he saw Santa's sleigh, "C'est vrai! C'est vrai! Oh mon dieu, j'ai eu raison!" he expalined, forgetting himself and speaking French.
((TRANSLATION: "It's real! It's real! Oh my, I was right!"))
Sharina brushes a lock of purple-black hair out of her face. "I... Wow..." she breathes, shaking her head. "That's amazing."
Glancing at the sleigh, Rai fights the pain clawing at her heart, Iyse would have loved this sleigh. If he was here, he would ask her to do everything in her powers to help save Santa, Christmas and whoever else needing saving.
"You're my hero, you always will be." She remembers him saying as the Child Services succeeded in untangling him from her. She lets one lone tear run down her face. "For you I will, I always will," she chants to herself. It's her promise to him.
Sam walked forward and stopped at the door. A small elf peeked at him. "Well, you better get in boy if you want to get there today."
Sam nodded and stepped aside so he could help the others in. His mama had told him to always be polite. And his grandma that all women appreciated being shown respect.
Blizzard buzzed aroung their heads, "I love the sleigh! It is so fun!"
Sharina hesitates slightly before stepping over to the sleigh, letting the elf help her in. Pantasma curls up in her lap. Surprisingly the wolf weighed almost nothing, but then again... He was made of mist. Sort of.
Rai allowed herself to be helped into the sleigh even with her rule of never letting anyone help her if she could do it herself. Achi growls lowly as he climbs in beside her. He reaches out and places his paw on her foot. Everyone needs help every once in a while. He says to her. He's rather quiet and gentle for a Panther. Oh well.
Juste tried to get into the sleigh on his own, but couldn't manage. He had to have an elf help him in. He sat down on the floor, because teh bench was full with the three older children, crossing his legs he studied the floor of teh sleigh, hoping he woulnd't find any cockraoches in teh sleigh, eh hated cockraoches. The boys back at the orphanage sometime filled up a glass jar of the little bigs and pour it into his bed.
Sam climbed in after everyone else and sat by Juste and the elf driver.
"Now here are the rules," he said, "Keep you hands and feet inside the ride at all times. No screaming in terror. No vomiting. No cuss words and buckel up."
Sam eyed him and then the reigndeer. "Do they really go that fast?"
The elf snorted. "How else do you excpect Santa to get to all the children in one night." He snapped on a pair of flying goggles and pulled on a little red seat belt.
Sam did the same to him and made sure Juste could find his. Blizzard set back in his hair and tied a couple of strans together and made her own.
"Right," the elf said. "Here we go."
He whiped the reigns and the deer started to walk, then they began to trot, and then they were galloping. Sam was shoved back into his seat by the speed. Up ahead was a huge cliff and the deer were running straight towards it. Sam clung to the seat and Juste to make sure he didn't fly out. He double checked the others to make sure they were still seated too.
"Here we go!" the elf warned just as they ran off of the cliff.
Juste felt Sam's hand clinging to him, Juste had just remembered something terrible. He got carsick easily. He squeezed his eyes shut adn trie dnot tothink about teh ride, but was failing entirely. His stomach lurched, Juste opene dhis eyes and shot a desperate look at Sam. "Je me sens malade, Sam." he shouted over the rushing wind as they whiped through teh night. His face was turning pale, at least he hadn't eaten in a bit, he'd not vomit, only dry heave, though that wasn't any better. Juste clutched at Sam's hand tightly.
Sharina laughs, shaking her head. "It's like one of those rides at Magic Mountain. Oh my God, this is awesome."
Rai braces herself, teeth clenched as she fights the urge to vomit. It's not that she's carsick, it's just that she doesn't like height, she never did. The last time she was up in the air, her parents had to strap her down and put her to sleep; it was the only way they were going to get through the flight. She was six then.