Sam looked at the girls' companions. Why did he have a fairy while they had cool creatures? Blizzard buuzzed around his head. "Nice to meet you, Sam!"
Mrs. Clause cleared her throat and got their attention. "You must leave now, you only have 12 days as it is to find them. I have instructed the elves to take you in the sleigh to the boarder of it's domain. There you will be on your own."
Sam nodded as Blizzard landed on his head and grabbed a fist full of hair. "Leave it to us, Mrs. Clause."
Juste nodded at what Mrs. Claus said, he picked his action figure up and waited for someoen to show him where to go. He didn't want to go the wrong way, or get lost. Getting lost would mean leaving his freinds, he didn't want to leave his friends, what if they disappeared while he was gone? Then he'd be alone again.
Sharina nods, getting to her feet, one hand resting on Pantasma's shoulder. "We'll do our best, Mrs. Claus. I will die if it means saving your husband," she says, bowing her head slightly, glancing at the others, her look oviously saying "And I don't care if they find that stupid."
Sam grabbed Juste's hand. "Comment vas-tu?"
The kid was so little. What if he got hurt? What was so specail about him that he was needed to save the others?
"Let's go," Sam said and started to follow Mrs. Clause outside.
((Are you okay? --Translation))
Sharina sighs, walking after them, Pantasma not once leaving her side. She occasionally glanced at Juste, biting her lip hard enough to draw blood. He was so much like Cobalt and yet so different... Either way, she wasn't going to let him get hurt. She wouldn't let anyone get hurt if she could help it.
Juste clutched at Sam's hand and allowed himself to be lead away. he was nervous about this, he didn't know if he'd be able to pull this off. What if he failed? What if he mesed everything up and all his new friends left him? He held his doll tightly with his other hand and looked up at Sam. "Sam, pensez-vous que nous allons mourir?" he asked softly, scaredly.
((TRANSLATION: 'Sam, do you think we'll die?'))
Sam's stomach clenched at Juste's question. He had a flashback. He was in St. Judes hospital he was being prepared for surgery. His third. Everytime they had thought they had gotten the tumor it had reapeared. He had heard his parents whispering to the doctor when they had thought he was sleeping. They had been concerned if he'd pull through the surgery. All he kept thinking was AM I GOING TO DIE?
Sam shook his head to snap back into the present. He stopped nad knelt before Juste and grabbed his shoulders and put on a big smile. "No. We won't die. We have these neat weapons and you have me to protect you. Plus," Sam felt his skinny arms, "Look at all of the muscles you have! You'll kick that thing's butt!"
Blizzard chimed in, "Yeah! Plus you are really big! Well, compared to me anyway."
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!"