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So I finally started talking to someone I met in the beginning of the school year…but I didn’t actually speak to him until 2 weeks before the semester ended cause I’m lame and bad at socializing :< but wow it’s so nice to find someone with a lot in common and we’ve been talking for hours- even about deep things already cause we both hate small talk. And we already have plans to hang out when I get back to uni ;v; this is just really great and I’m so happy
In many cultures around the world it was always considered a time of happiness, love and celebration; in Underland it was not different. Whilst the Uplands have a proper name for this time of the year - the so called Christmas - Underland had….well, their own way of celebrating.
For instance; Witzend - where the old castle was now rotting in ruins - used to celebrate with enormous dinners, the former King - King Oleron - used to throw a ball, in which the court and the people reunited in a feast, celebrating and wishing good things for each other; Marmoreal had a brilliant tea party, in which people of all the four sides of the land came; even the Outlands had their own rituals for that time of the year. The only place where one would be gloomy and dark was Crims - where the Queen’s castle was located - and it is where our tale begins. On a cold, bleak, night of ‘Christmas Eve’ in Crims, exactly four years after the death of The Red King, silence had taken over the castle. No songs were allowed, much less celebrations that, to the current person in charge, seemed a “humbug”.
A cold, magic wind passed through all Underland, fast, looking for someone; fast, faster, as if it was running out of time.
It passed by poor people who asked for food and money, by singers on the streets of Witzend and finally reaching the gloomy state of Crims.
The wind stopped.
At the Red Queen’s chambers that night, an unwelcomed visitor arrived, loudly humming through the halls an old song, of their childhood, but that seemed very dark now that the Ghost was singing it.
Rain poured outside and the dark room’s only source of light was lightinings that made every single shadow look scarier than before.
“Iracebeth of Crims…” the ghost hissed darkly, still invisible. Perhaps it was playing tricks with her mind? “You’ve been playing with your life for far too long…”
Jude was in the town of Lastonbell being one of seraphs that was actually staying in the city to watch over the people there. He was a seraph of water, but was very shy as he had been like that since he was little. He usually watched the people and any other seraphs from a distance because of it, but he was a curious being. He enjoyed reading books though since it gave him a chance to learn things that he usually could never learn just by watching what was happening in the town around him.
Jude had decided to go check out the market place though since they were having a lot of people and traders come in with objects to sell. He was standing by a corner of a nearby building peeking around it watching the passing people while listening to the conservations that were going on. His amber eyes did watch the passing scene even though he did duck in once in awhile because of how close the people came to where he was standing.
He kept himself behind the building though as he was still too shy to actually come out from hiding even though Jude knew that the people couldn’t see him.