126 years after the descent of the spell..
A small, peaceful town stood in the cold mountains. Snow falling through the sky and providing gentle kisses on the patches of spruce trees spread across.
It was a joyous and busy day for the townspeople, they're expressions and erratic movements contrasted with the otherwise bleak and desolate space, in the middle of nowhere within the Eastern Quadrant.
As snow fell on the town, three boys age 10 could be seen running and playing around the town.
As they were going towards the center of the town, they passed through an alley and a boy that fell behind leaning on brick wall next.
He had circle glasses, dark violet hair styled in a bowl cut, chubby cheeks and had fair skin. Among the three he was the tallest, he wore a black windbreaker with purple accents.
"Hey stop it!! Wait for me.."
As the boy with glasses yelped, coughed and gasped for air
"You're so slow Tooly, come on... We're gonna miss the giveaway .."
A brown haired boy dressed in an all brown track suit layered with a pastel green coat and wore a disappointed expression on his tanned face as his cut short hair gathered snow.
Glasses then glanced at the boy in between them pleading to him for assistance.
He looked striking, had silver straight hair parted in the middle in a messy manner. He was pale as a ghost and wore a light blue puffer jacket and beanie.
The said in a pitiful tone.
"Hey Finsley back me up over here"
The silver haired boy in a irritated tone then replied:
"Hurry your geeky ass up. Tooly we need to win this. I wont stop till I win that spinning top pegasus. I will have my pegasus.. ."
He clenched his fist in excitement crushing multiple snowflakes in the process.
Tooly replied in an angry tone.
"Shut your mouth inbred, we don't even need a spinning top for our conquest. What we do need are clothes and money. Stacks upon stacks of cash."
Salvating at the idea of him being filthy rich
Peering into the silver haired boy.
He tried to hide his irritated face and put on a facade of indifference.
The brown boy said In a sleazy tone
"Tsk tsk tsk. Such immature wishes. I Jhaun Marcus shall have a harem full of Milfs. Tsk tsk tsk."
Both spared a glance of disgust at the rascal and continued to be unbothered.
Tooly's hands collided to form praying hands.
"Dear dead gods... Santa. give me money so that I can buy strong equipment in the nearing future. Please oh please oh please."
They continued travelling and as time went on they finally reached their destination..
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In the center of the town there was a forest park where an annual giveaway usually happens.
The boys signed up for the giveaway and prayed to the dead gods to fulfill their wishes.
As the three boys with glistening doe eyes looked at the snow ridden podium, looming spruce trees, and lastly at the goodies...
They then started praying to the dead gods.
The Nerd prayed for new clothes and cash.
The Rascal prayed for his fantasy to be true.
The Geek prayed for his favorite toy.
As the announcer started speaking.
The three of them closed their eyes and focused on willing their wishes into existence.
A few hours later. They left in utter disappointment after all, they didn't get a single gift.
Not even the complimentary snacks since they wanted all their grace to focus on the attainment of their longed gifts.
Only the rascal had his prayers answered. The event was finished and it was starting to get dark.
As they walked through the town and started to go back to their home, the orphanage.
They eventually got lost in thought and sorrow until they stumbled inside an alley absentmindedly.
It was then that Finsley noticed something rustling among the garbage in a dark corner that housed it.
Before they realised that they were lost.
An old homeless lady suddenly jumped at them from a dark corner and accidentally drove herself on fire.
The three said in unison
"What the Spell!"
"Run!" said the rascal.
They sprinted out the alley towards the light in the road of the outskirts of town. Panicking they started making plans.
The two then glanced at the rascal catalyst.
Shin then said
"It's all your fault, you wished for this."
Inbred added
"let's throw jhon towards the old lady Tooly! . H-he wanted this.."
Jhaun gave the two a pitiful face.
Then the fabric of the Lady's clothing flew over the barrel fire, in turn igniting it. In a path towards a forest the three boys ran away scared for their lives.
Apparent, an image of laughter and sparks of burning clothes behind the trio, intertwined with the dark night with its stars and falling snowflakes.
It it was strangely beautiful. The three youths laughing and making jokes as they ran from the hag. Showcased their bond and friendship, together they've continued to lift eachother up making eachother laugh and happy even through the most dire times.
Eventually they escaped the hag and flew to the doors of their home.
Expecting a warm welcome and a plethora of gifts and comfort by the fire. They were instead met with a more dangerous old hag.