My friend and I decided to make a story and here it is! Bear in mind that if the book is good enough we will publish it. Think of yourselves as beta readers :) My friend: https://scratch.mit.edu/users/Amature_Writer_-_ Also, please no rude comments. Advertising is allowed. ADVERTISE ME! Please be nice to everyone! Chapter 1: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/865752860/ Chapter 2: You're on it! Chapter 3: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/865858775/ She was surprised to be fully awoken in a bed, in a place far nicer than the one she’d been left in and the one she owned back home combined. The air smelled strongly of cinnamon and sugar cookies. She carefully sat up, stretching her stiff muscles. Where was she now? Had her aimless wander in the snowy expanse all been a nightmare? One look at her tenderly bandaged knee and the sudden memory of the voice told her otherwise, Where had the owner of the voice gone off to anyhow? “Oh! The fair maiden is awake!” came a newer, more high-pitched voice from somewhere nearby, that much she knew. But she didn’t see the source of the voice until she looked down next to the foot of the bed, there stood a small elf. If she stood up, the elf would barely reach the height of her knee (which she now noticed was wrapped loosely around her leg like a gift with a bright red bow on top). “Why hello! I is Aeverie! Daughter of the elf of high elf counsel!” Spoke the little creature with a sense of pride evident in her chirpy voice. It then stared at her expectantly as if waiting for something mystical to happen. “What? Why are you staring at me like that?” “Oh! Um… Do you by chance have a title to which Aeverie may refer to you as?” The little elf spoke questionably. It took her a second to fully comprehend what the peculiar little creature was asking of her, and after all, could you blame the poor girl? Awoken to witness a mythical creature with pointy ears, large cerulean eyes, mid length orange locks, long, swift fingernails, and a curved hat with a little, jingling bell at the end of it matching, accordingly to the outfit she wore. “E-Ember” The girl spoke so suddenly it startled the young creature. “Ember?” she asked curiously. “Y-yes. My name is Ember. Ember Sparks. That is what you asked of me, right?” The girl spoke cautiously trying to imitate the way the creature spoke earlier so as not to scare it. "Oh! Very well Ms. Ember. May Aeverie ask you how and perhaps why you've come across us in the North Pole?" Ohhhh. So that's where she was, the North Pole. The North Pole?!
"W-What-?! What am I doing at the North Pole?!" She shrieked, taken aback. "Averie wouldn't have asked you if she knew." The little elf replied earnestly, covering her large floppy ears after the girl's unexpected outburst. "I-I'm sorry, but I'm awfully far away from home in an unfamiliar place. I'm sure you could imagine my discomfort." Ember said apologetically. The elf tilted her head to one side thoughtfully before nodding. "Would Ms. Ember like a tour of Santa's workshop before we head to see Mr. Claus himself and figure out a way for her to go home?" The elf offered kindly. Ember's head was spinning now, was she really in the North Pole? The North Pole!? How'd she gotten here? It was obvious the elf didn't know… Ember continuously thought about this even as Aeverie chirped brightly showing her various doors and rooms and decked halls. Ember had to admit though, it was all extremely festive and according to theme. "You guys sure like to go all out on decorations don't you? She quietly observed. "Oh, no need." Aeverie said dismissively. "You mean it's always like this?" Ember asked incredulously. "Santa and we elves busy all year round. No time to decorate, busy, busy. Everything out where we can see." She waved off as she walked down to an entrance from which the clanging and banging of machinery could be heard. Ember's heart fluttered at the thought of being able to see the elves at work in what must've been the toy factory, it'd been one of the only tales she'd been told of as a child by an old nun. She felt excitement run through her veins and the joy of her childhood return but.. Ember's feet felt like jello, her head throbbed, and another wave of nausea hit her. She thought about everything that'd happened and tried to wrap her head around it all. She tried again in an attempt to figure out how she'd fainted in a cave in a tunnel to The North Pole! “Do you know how I got here? As In here-?" She asked, waving a hand around. Aeverie stopped, "Oh! I believe it was Mr. Frost who brought you out of that miserable storm." She replied cheerily. "...Mr. Frost?" Ember began but was almost immediately interrupted by someone who seemingly came out of thin air. "Ahem.." The air around dropped several degrees and she felt another shiver down her spine. Now standing in front of her was a boy at least a year older than her. He had white hair with pale crisp blue tips that went just past his ears, which were slightly pointed, pale skin, a sharp jawline, and icy blue eyes that were cold and hard, always judging. And that's a wrap for chapter 2! What do you think of Mr. Frost's description? What do you think Mr. Frost will think of Ember? Who even is Mr. Frost? Let me know in the comments! Stay tuned to find out!
