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This is how it happened.
This is how me and my friends saved Christmas.
The name’s Aster Vanissen, and boy, have I got a story to tell you. Y’see, it was my friends from The Boiling Isles’s first time celebrating Christmas, as well as the first time my cousin Moth Hush and her family visited since the move.
Everything was perfect, but it all changed on Christmas Eve, when we went to the Christmas Village Mayor Terrace set up in the town square…
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“So, let me get this straight, Luz.” Said Moth. “The reason why your second family, your friends and girlfriend and their families from an alternate dimension live in our dimension is because your adopted little sibling with phenomenal cosmic power turned the dimension into his own personal playground.”
“Yes.” Answered Luz.
“Which was then corrupted further when your town founder, who had pretty much turned himself into a monster, became one with the skeletal landmass everybody lived on, essentially turning himself into a kaiju.” Added Charlie Vogel, Moth’s best friend.
“We don’t refer to him as the town founder anymore, only ‘The cancer’, but yes, you’re correct.” Said Hunter.
“And the only way to defeat him was to contact God, who gave you his power.” Finished Moth.
“Well, it was a bit more complicated than that…” Said Luz, glancing downward.
“Then me, mom and Raine stomped his remains into the ground afterwards!” Exclaimed King happily.
“Um, kids, I don’t think you should be talking about this in public so loud.” Said Mr. Gorski-Garcia.
“Relax, Gordon,” Said Eda, putting her arm around his shoulder. “The kids know what they’re doing.”
“Easy for you to say!” Retorted Mr. Gorski-Garcia. “They’re acting like everybody in town… already… knows…”
Judging by the guilty looks on Luz, Hunter, King, Eda and Aster’s faces, Moth, Charlie, Moth's mom and Mr. Gorski-Garcia easily came to the correct conclusion.
“Do I even wanna know how the people here learned that you’re witches?” Questioned Moth’s mom, Calendula, as she pinched the bridge of her nose.
“Well, it’s a very unique story,” Stated Aster. “But it’s also a story for another time.”
“Could I have everybody’s attention?” Said Mayor Terrace over the crowd. “Thank you, and welcome to the first annual Gravesfield Christmas Village! Now, before we resume the activities, I’d like to take the time to say a few words. Firstly-”
“You’re all being duped!”
As the townspeople murmured amongst themselves, a bright purple magic screen shimmered to life behind Mayor Terrace, displaying a masked figure.
“Is that one of your spells?” Whispered Charlie to Aster.
“No, I don’t have the organ capable of making this kind of magic.” Replied Aster.
“This is The Mastermind speaking. Luz Noceda, the so-called ‘Hero Of The Boiling Isles’, is a fraud who doesn’t deserve the power the Titan has given her. And since you… humans look up to her and her friends as some sort of heroes, well… looks like you’re gonna have to pay for believing a fraud.”
The magic screen then faded away, and before anyone could question what just transpired, pandemonium began when several explosions went off somewhere around town.
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That morning, there were around 80 to 90,000 people living in Gravesfield. By nightfall? Not so many. The only ones left in the town were the mayor and her aides, thrillseekers, the unfortunate few who didn’t make it to the evac buses… and the worst of the worst from The Boiling Isles.
The people of Gravesfield were counting on a Christmas miracle to save their town. And it was up to us to make that miracle happen.