Part 7 of Plushie to the Rescue; in the name of Christmas!
Zero Omega stopped in his tracks. He had heard those two words, as soft as they were. He turned to face the girl before him, who still remained on her knees in the snow, her head down as if in defeat. "What did you say?" He inquired. Perhaps she wouldn't repeat it. Perhaps it had merely been a stubborn refusal as opposed to a firm defiance. There was a difference, you see. Stubborn refusal would eventually fade and was more-so a pout-like comment whereas firm defiance would never break on its own. He question was met with silence for, what seemed to him, minutes, but then it came once more, soft and quiet as if it floated on the tail of a gentle summer breeze.
"I will."
Zero craned his head sideways in annoyance; it was a gesture done when one was growing angry but trying not to. He knew what those two words meant, and thanks to the comment he made moments ago about no one believing in Santa, Plushie did as well. She would never stop believing in Santa, or in Christmas, and as long as she still believed there was a hope, albeit a sliver of hope, that both Christmas and Santa would live on.
"You'll stop believing in Santa. It might take you a few years, but year after year, with no presents, you'll grow tired of holding onto that childish belief." Zero said, doing his best to keep his tone casual and full of confidence; he worried that, by sounding too pushy, the girl would detect his fear. It didn't matter, one way or the other. She knew that her belief, even if she was the only one in all of Gaia who still had it, would be enough. "I'll never stop believing in Santa, or in Christmas. Christmas isn't about presents. Christmas is about kindness, generosity, belief... and second chances." Plushie replied, her voice still softened, a few more tears dripping onto her hands.
Before Zero could respond with another attempt to break her spirits, something happened in that moment... something quite magical. Plushie's hands became outlined with a soft light, baby blue and silver in nature. It was a glow. She stared down at her hands with a little gasp, amazed by what she was seeing. It was magic! "That's impossible... I broke your magic scepter!" Zero exclaimed. He too had seen the light. Plushie looked up at him, her expression becoming more gentle and uplifted. "It's Christmas.. magic can come from anywhere." She told him, slowly getting to her feet.
Zero took a step back, not expecting (or liking) this turn of events. Plushie felt a warmth creep through her cold bones, felt some strength returning to her. She waved her hand through the air, silver sparkles forming a trail through the motion. "I will never stop believing in Santa or Christmas." Plushie said, feeling the 'good feelings' within growing, the glow around her hands intensifying. With a wave of both hands, she chimed,
"Soft and white,
Powdered bright,
Christmas Snow,
Fill the night."
Silver and blue sparkles projected from her hands, the magic making its way up into the sky. And then... it began to snow! Plushie smiled and spun round and round under the fluttering snowflakes. It was a wonderful feeling.
"I don't believe in Santa." Came Zero's voice, icy and full of anger. Plushie winced, the snow ceasing, leaving the night sky dark and empty once more. The glow emanating from her hands faded... but it did not disappear.
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