Chapter Twenty Five: Back from the Monthly Vacation Leave

Santa Claus arrived safely to The Village without any incident, albeit he was informed by one of his trusted Elves of the accident that happened at Cloudest Street. His vacation leave for this beautiful month of August has proven to be productive despite the problems that happened while he was away, and so he quickly ordered the necessary inquiry into this fire incident, hoping that it wouldn't spoil all the good things that occurred to him that may affect his mood and senses for the rest of the month.

His vacation leave happens every month for a definite reason, to conceal the secret he was harboring ever since that fateful night where he was affected by this definite rare, curious disease. Suddenly, he was infected by the bite of a monster, an ugly and ferocious creature, that was empowered by the enchanting beauty, but cunning glance, of the full moon. For many, he will be considered a monster known to be as a Werewolf, whose bite is dreaded, cruel, and largely infectious.

Despite his own organismic characteristics relating to that of a humanoid, he was still infected by an unfortunate bite of a Werewolf during a duel. This is considered an odd occurrence, especially that such infection should not have materialized and prospered; in fact, an average Mirrorite can say for certain that the issue is impossible even by a mere theoretical knowledge of what constitutes the anatomic structure and physiology of a humanoid.

But the situation is already here, no matter how horrendous or unimaginable it was, a curious case, then, of an unfortunate anomaly plaguing his own existence, and devouring all the light he can see, and even the brightness inside him. It was a parasite that came from that Werewolf's fangs that contaminated him, despite his lack of blood to deliver the toxins to his whole body and infect every living cells inside him while the bloodstream remains in circulation, which characteristics he all lacked for him to develop the pathophysiology of the sickness.

He became the Werewolf that he is, nonetheless.

It was very important for Santa Claus to delight himself in the best way he can whenever the time of the appearance of the full moon arrives, in order to limit the pain of the transfiguration of the curse. Most of the time, upon arriving to the North Pole, he tries to withdraw himself from all the problems related to the business of the Christmas Corporation until such a time that his senses have returned to their normal state.

But problems can never be avoided no matter how hard everyone tries, and so he is back from his vacation leave ready to face the operational demands of the gifting season. On the matter of the Infarction and the impending journey through the dream of a child whom they were all trying so hard to protect, Santa Claus could not hide the pain he was feeling towards this senseless, irrational matter.

"How long can we delay the infarction?" Santa Claus asked the Mirrorite. "I want to deal with the matter until the very last minute."

"A year will already be too risky, sir," the Mirrorite replied. "It is imperative that we travel to that exact moment as soon as possible."

"And the disease is spreading?" Santa Claus asked again with a tone of worry.

"Yes. A little girl from the Philippines was asking for help. We suppose that this is the start of its spread from the far east, ready to meet the western hemisphere."

"The Vampires are here, and the Green Snokers will help them. But for what cost? What do they want?"

The Mirrorite looked at him with the same certainty of the truth they already both know.

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