Chapter Seventy Seven: "Are you entirely sure of this?" Father Christmas asked the Little Drummer Boy for the tenth time. "This could not be happening."

He received the incident report the moment he arrived, and it was not looking good for any of them, including the most confidential organization of the Christmas Corporation. Santa Claus was not back from his monthly vacation just yet, but the situation in the past few days has become quite very alarming, indeed. Nobody is expecting a bad news at this juncture of time and magical privilege; nobody is ready to receive the evil thing, not yet.

"Tell me when and how it happened," Father Christmas was too serious and anxious to even begin.

The Little Drummer Boy was too hesitant to speak the truth, because he does not want to unnecessarily sound the alarm, and he was not also sure if he was certain about the vision he saw about the things that he actually witnessed.

"It just glowed, sir. Without warning. That's all I am sure about."

The Little Drummer Boy's head was bowed too low for him to be confidently certain of the narration of the facts, yet he feels the obligation to speak up in case the threat is real, credible, urgent, and he needed to do his sworn duty, as well.

"But I wasn't too sure," he then declared almost immediately.

Father Christmas considered him for a moment, and then spoke.

"Where was your drumstick at this time? What are you doing at the precise moment that it glowed, as you have just told me?"

Father Christmas asked this question partly relieved with the uncertainty of the situation, but he wanted to make sure nothing serious will befall upon them, surprise them, totally unprepared for the sovereign enemy. That is the worst thing that could happen with the North Pole mission at this period of time.

The Little Drummer Boy seems confused as he gathered the strength to answer.

"I was in my usual post, sir. Then, suddenly, I've heard a loud cry belonging to something at a considerable distance. It was coming from the direction of the forbidden shire, at least that's what I felt it was. I was startled by that loud cry, felt afraid even, and then the drumstick glowed."

Father Christmas nodded; he was in deep thought.

"And what was the color of the glow? Would you know? Can you tell me for sure?"

The Little Drummer Boy stared at Father Christmas with an apologetic look.

"That is the problem, sir. I cannot remember the color. But it was a bright light. Despite it all, I am too sure I heard someone wailing at a distance, as if being awaken from a deep sleep."

[Chapter Title: An Energy Glows]

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