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2017 Holidays Event ''It’s the holiday season again in Nulhora. After two years of craziness, what exciting things could happen this time?''

 It’s the holiday season again in Nulhora. After two years of craziness, what exciting things could happen this time? Solve tetris puzzles to contribute to the mana bar. Help fill up the bar to unlock the next chapter of the story. Contribute your progress to cold or warmth to affect how the story ends.

The event's front page houses: links to all available chapters, the Cold-Warmth mana bar, a button to play Tetris, and a countdown to how many days are left in the event. In the Tetris game itself, players are given a difficulty setting choice, with higher difficulties contributing more to the meter.

"Try to fit all of the pieces into the game board. Click on a piece to pick it up, and click again to drop it on the board or back in the inventory. Right click to rotate." From the game screen, players also have the choice of resetting the board so all pieces return back to them, and to request a new puzzle altogether. Once completing the puzzle, players then have a choice to submit mana to Ice or Fire options (which affect the global mana bar) and are given the following message: "Your progress has been recorded. You can submit another completed puzzle in 15 minutes."

Each day's available chapter features an Epilogue section which is unlocked once the global mana bar has been filled. Should the bar not be filled in the day, the next day's chapter will also remain locked until the bar is filled.

Story Chapters
Chapter One - Honorary Holiday “Hero”

Show/Hide It was that time of year again. Like clockwork, more snow drifted down from the sky, blanketing the little town of Nulhora just as it does every year.

Well, perhaps the town couldn’t be considered “little” anymore—at least, not as little as it had been just a few years ago. The magical teleporters, built just a year and a half ago, had brought about a lot of trade between the once-tiny backwoods town and the major tropical city of Alhira, triggering a relatively quick growth in Nulhora’s size and overall wealth.

The celebrations in Nulhora were very different from Alhira, and, as such, the northern town was starting to get quite a bit more traffic coming in from the south to experience the holiday festival. The mayor was coordinating a celebration larger than any of the previous years, hoping to really impress their visitors.

A gust of wind stung your face, and the little snowflakes that had been carried with it stuck to your skin. With a grumble, you looked to the still undecorated town.

The mayor said he had been coordinating the festival, right? Then why is it that you got stuck with all the work, again?

The wind bit at your face once more, and you scowled as you recounted the one-sided conversation.

“Well, you’ve saved the holidays three times already, so clearly you are the one best fit for this job! Ohoho!”

It was a convenient excuse to get out of actually doing the work, you thought. But there was no use crying over it now—you were trusted with the responsibility, so you were going to do your best to make this holiday festival as impressive as possible.

Step one was simple enough: Find people (or dragons) willing to help you rush through these holiday decorating shenanigans.

Thankfully, there were plenty of Nulhorans that love the holidays and are more than willing to lend you a helping hand, and it didn’t take long before you had amassed a small group of people and dragons eager to assist.

There were many familiar faces, and the old resident Holly Dragon, Janus, had requested some help from some friends you had not seen in years—Reed the Yulebuck, Godsibb the Winter Magi, Joy the Snow Angel, Graciella the Ribbon Dancer, and Nikolaus the Wrapping-Wing. You were taken by surprise when they approached you with Janus, but overjoyed to see them again.

“My, it has been quite a few years now, has it not?” Reed hummed with a nod of his head. “You seem as poised as ever, old friend. Pray tell, how have you been?”

“Yes, Janus has told us you’ve had quite an interesting time these past few years,” Joy chimed in, sending a smile your way.

With an awkward chuckle, you gave them as short a version as you could manage of the past few years of holiday turmoil. It was almost comical how the dragons’ heads leaned in in curious interest as you recounted the tales.

“Goodness, you have experienced much,” Godsibb exclaimed, his claws clasping together from excitement. “And you have made it through each time! Like some kind of hero.”

Giggles erupted from the friendly group and you could feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. Stammering, you made sure to let them know that it was not you alone, and you have had a lot of help from others.

This made Reed’s leafy wings flutter. “Ah, yes, of course,” he chimed in. “That other human boy, Avery, was it? He was also with us those years back. It is good to know the two of you have kept in touch. Is he also here?”

Wryly you shook your head. He had gone off on another adventure with that young kid Ezer after last year’s weather mishap.

“Well, he has made it a habit to visit this time of year,” Janus chimed in sagely, picking up on your disappointment. “Perhaps he will visit again. I am sure he would be happy to see all of you again, and Aurora, when she comes by... say, where is she, anyhow?”

Graciella closed her eyes. “She said she was going to bring a few more friends to assist us. She may be a day or two before she comes back.”

You could not contain your smile knowing that all of you would be able to see each other again, this time under less dire circumstances. Just so long as Avery does stop by, that is.

The still undecorated streets of Nulhora drew your attention away from the dragons in front of you. That’s right—you still had to decorate the town! Catching up any further would have to wait until the festively-coloured elephant in the room was addressed.

The cold air tickled your chest as you inhaled through your nose. Time to get started.

Chapter Two - A Slight Saint Situation

Show/Hide A day had already come and gone since the festival decorating responsibilities had been dropped, rather unsurprisingly, on your lap.

You glanced up and down the main street of Nulhora. Already, it had gone from completely unimpressive and undecorated to being glitzy and festive, complete with tinsel and baubles on the nearby trees and light posts. Though it’s the only street in the entire town that’s got any sort of decoration, you still declare it a victory. Just so long as no one visiting goes anywhere else in the town, that is…

The sound of footsteps crunching in the snow drew your attention away from the decorations.

Ansel, the town’s resident chipper delivery boy, was happily waddling towards you with three disproportionally large boxes stacked in his arms. The poor boy looked like he could fall backward at any moment, yet he was still happily grinning at you as he approached.

“Hey!” he called as he stepped onto the cobblestone path, continuing on his way towards you. He stopped but a few paces away and let out a huff of a breath he had been holding, before setting down the boxes on the path. Immediately, he fixed his gloves and started to rummage through his messenger bag at his hip, looking for something. He pulled out a folded up piece of parchment and passed it over to you animatedly. “The mayor wanted me to give you this note!”

A sinking feeling hit you as you took the note. What was it he needed now? Ansel watched you with his head cocked to the side as you apprehensively opened the note and began to read it.

“Is something wrong?” he asked as a worried pout formed on his face.

You held the letter out to him, encouraging him to read it, and he carefully took it from your hand. Holding it in front of his face with both hands, he started to read it. Slowly his eyebrows raised up higher on his face and his eyes started to light up.

“Saint Nikolaus!” he exclaimed merrily. “He wants there to be a Saint Nikolaus this year! How exciting! I wonder who it could be!”

You stared at Ansel with a deadpan expression—he was way more excited about this than you were expecting. How were you supposed to find someone that could play a convincing enough Saint Nikolaus?

Epilogue

With Reed’s assistance, you were able to reach the top of an obnoxiously large fir tree to hang more baubles and tinsel. Though you were stressed, the nostalgic feeling of riding on the old Yulebuck’s back and the small talk between the two of you had kept a smile on your face.

Even so, you found yourself lost in thought, trying to figure out just who in the world would play a good job of the merry Saint. You had thought of Liud first, but he declined the request to play the part. He did, however, say he would supply the reindeer for the height of the festival. So at least that was something.

But there was still no Saint Nikolaus, and you could not for the life of you figure out who would fit the role. Just when you thought decorating the town would be hard enough, the mayor just had to throw you this curveball.

“Is something on your mind, little one?” came Janus’ voice from below. You glanced down towards the Holly, who had been watching you and Reed for who knows how long.

“Yes, it seems you are distracted,” Reed added in, his voice echoing in your mind. “You have been observing that bauble with incredible dedication for the past minute.”

You quickly shook your head and sighed before explaining the contents of the mayor’s letter to you and your current predicament. Janus hummed as he thought.

“Perhaps there is someone that could play the role…” he trailed off as he looked up towards Reed. The two of them stared at one another for a few moments, and Reed finally picked up on Janus’ apparent hint.

A bellow of laugher left the Yulebuck as his wings fluttered. “Ahah! Yes, perhaps there is,” he said as he shot you a funny look. The two of them clearly had an idea in mind that confused you greatly, but after a few moments, you looked between them fearfully. There was no way you were going to play that role.

Your expression earned a laugh from both dragons, and Janus slowly shook his head. “Not you, little one,” he assured. “Do not worry about Saint Nikolaus for now. I am sure the pieces will fall well into place when the time comes.”

Though the lack of a clear idea was unsettling, Janus seemed like he had an idea beyond what you had already tried to think up. Deciding to put your faith in the elder Holly, you nodded your head and went back to decorating the fir tree.

Chapter Three - Sweet Surprises and Strange Situations

Show/Hide The schedule for today had been to tackle decorating the northern side of town.

Had been, until you noticed something unfortunate on your morning jaunt through Nulhora: It was a little bit warm.

Okay, maybe a “little bit” was an understatement. It was pretty warm, and you were starting to feel uncomfortable in your parka.

Cursing to yourself, you wondered why in the world the sun was so uncharacteristically bright. It was starting to feel like it had last year when Ezer had messed with the Ice Temple. With a grumble, you turned on your heel and started back towards the town hall. You had been planning on visiting Alhira at some point again anyway, so this was a good enough excuse to check up on how the weather was down there.

The friendly Magi Dragon at the teleporter waved to you with the tip of his tail and stepped off to the side of the platform to grant you access. “Heading to Alhira?” he asked, to which you simply nodded as you stepped onto the glyph in the floor. “Alrighty! One trip straight to Alhira! Hold onto your parka!”

A low groan emitted from the teleportation glyph beneath your feet that slowly raised in pitch and volume as the glyph began to glow.

With a flash, you were teleported away to the far away city of Alhira. Upon arrival, you were greeted by yet another Magi Dragon, as well as the receptionist just to the side of the teleporter. You waved to them but had no time to waste and politely hurried towards the towering doors of the city hall.

Your opening of the door was accompanied by a loud creek from the wood and you squinted your eyes as the outside area was revealed to you.

Once your eyes adjusted to the sunlight, you were shocked by what you saw.

Epilogue

… Everything was normal. Completely and utterly normal. A buildup of tension to absolutely nowhere. It was still hot and sunny, and people were still walking around, shopping and playing in the waters like they would on any other normal day.

What should have come as a relief just managed to make you a little more nervous. If everything was normal here, then why was it getting so hot back in Nulhora?

You had been so lost in your thoughts that the two people approaching you went completely unnoticed.

“…ey,” came a masculine voice. “Hey, are you in there?”

Eyes fluttering from confusion, you looked around before focusing on the source of the sudden voice.

It was the Thalassian, Zeto! And Nana, his sister, was standing beside him, smiling and waving shyly at you. Behind them was a modestly sized freckled Shallow Water Dragon with a few baskets strapped to its back, probably full of supplies to trade with the Alhirans.

Zeto tilted his head. “Is something on your mind? You did not even notice us approach you.”

With an awkward nod, you informed them of the worryingly warm weather at your hometown. Nana’s expression grew visibly concerned at the news, and Zeto furrowed his scaled brow.

“That is very odd,” he responded, moving his fin-like hand to cup his chin in thought. “And I assume you had travelled here, because you thought it may have something to do with the temple here again?”

To that you only nod your head and glance to Nana.

“Um…” she spoke timidly and glanced to the boardwalk, finding sudden interest in the wood grain. “I do not sense anything is amiss…”

Well, that was rather unfortunate.

Zeto put his hand back to his side and shook his head. “Unfortunately it seems to be an event isolated to only your town, friend. Nothing out of the ordinary has occurred here.”

With a resigned sigh, you nodded your head and thanked them anyway for their help. You excused yourself, but just as you turned to head back into the city hall, a small voice stopped you.

“Ahh, wait,” Nana called out to you. “Before you go…”

She went to the Shallow Water and slipped her hand into one of the baskets. After a moment, she pulled something small out, and concealed it in her webbed hand before making her way back towards you. You craned your head to look up to her. Thalassians were really quite tall, you thought to yourself.

“This time of year… your people give each other gifts, yes?” she asked you quietly. The question had taken you by surprise, but you managed to nod without an awkward pause, and she smiled in response. “That is good… I had brought this here, from our home. I would like you to have it.”

She held out her hands and opened them, revealing a small but lovely shiny sea shell. Carefully, you took it and thanked her, before turning it over a few times in your own hand. The top side of the shell was a slightly sandy texture and tan with tiny flecks of blue and gold speckled throughout, while the underside was incredibly smooth and reminiscent of the pink shade of water mana.

“Our home is far away in the ocean,” Zeto chimed in as Nana returned to him and their dragon. “Though we Thalassians live closer to the shores than our cousins, we still live underwater, and shells like those are something you do not usually see around the settlements of land-dwellers such as your kind.”

“I hope you like it…” Nana timidly mumbled. To this, you smiled broadly and nodded. It really was a beautiful shell.

Zeto and Nana bid you farewell as you went back on your way inside and to the teleporter. The revelation about the utter normalcy of Alhira set you back to square one, which was a massive disappointment, but the trip had not been a total bust—you had gotten to see your friends and had gotten quite a lovely gift.

The sounds of the teleporter rung in your ears again, and you closed your eyes as you were once again teleported back home.

Chapter Four - Familiar Faces

Show/Hide Just a day before your trip to Alhira, a familiar trio had been traveling through the snowy, tree-lined mountainside on their way to Nulhora.

“Ugh, I am so over this snow,” Ezer groaned as he trudged through the snow, the white fluff crunching beneath his toed shoes with each step.

Avery let out a huff of amusement as he trailed just a few steps behind the younger boy. “You complain a lot,” he commented simply, knowing it would prick on the child’s nerves.

“Oh come on! You can’t be telling me you aren’t cold too, with your flimsy cloak and v-neck tunic!” Ezer snipped back at Avery, sending him a childishly exasperated look over his shoulder. Avery quirked his brow at the boy.

“Don’t bring my fashion sense into this…” he muttered in response, to which Ezer simply rolled his eyes and looked ahead again. “Besides, my tunic is woolen and I have been here often enough the weather doesn’t bother me. You just complain a lot. Who is the one here carrying the sack of things on his back, again? Oh, right… the one that’s not whimpering.”

Ezer shot him yet another look, which caused Avery to chuckle. Eben let out a noise of disapproval at Ezer, almost like he was chastising the boy for his attitude, and Ezer looked to his hatchling companion.

“You can’t be siding with him,” he said, and Eben simply stuck out his tiny dragon tongue. Ezer huffed. “You both are ridiculous.”

With a shake of his head, Avery started to walk faster and passed by the younger mage. Before Ezer could shoot a comment his way, Avery looked back towards him.

“Calm it, I’m only checking ahead to make sure things are safe,” he said and looked forward again. After a moment’s pause, he added, “Don’t want you to get all hurt, since you’re so dainty and all.”

Before Ezer could get Avery back, Avery jogged forward and out of the boy’s reach. He checked their surroundings, and after scanning the fields just a short jaunt ahead, came to a conclusion about something.

“Ezer,” he stated simply, getting the boy’s attention. “We’re still about a day away from town, so we’re going to have to set up camp for tonight. Think you can manage another night in a tent?”

Annoyed, Ezer shrugged his shoulders and sighed. “I guess, but if there’s a bunch of snow like there was up in the mountains yesterday, I’m taking your blanket and your cloak as collateral.”

Avery chuckled at the boy’s threat. “My blanket and cloak as collateral? That’s a bit much, isn’t it?”

Ezer hummed and glanced to the suspicious bag full of things on Avery’s back. “Then maybe I’ll just take the bag…” he started but was quickly shot a dangerous look by the young man. “Alright alright, I was just kidding. No need to get all grumpy with me, I’m not gonna take your presents.”

The acknowledgement of the contents of the bag caused Avery to become flustered, and Ezer snickered at his awkwardness.

“I find it hilarious that you gathered all these things and yet even acknowledging what they are causes you embarrassment,” Ezer said. “Why’s that? Too cool to give some townspeople some presents?”

Another side-eye from Avery made Ezer halt his teasing. “Fine, fine, I’m done I’m done. I promise.”

“Thanks,” Avery said with a sigh. “Let’s just find a spot to set up camp for the night and be done with it.”

Epilogue

The crackling of the campfire accompanied by the whistling sound of the chilly night’s breeze was soothing. Avery stared into the flames and allowed his gaze to follow an ember that flitted up into the air.

“So,” Ezer suddenly said, drawing Avery’s attention to him. “We’re going to Nulhora, right? To see a certain someone?”

Avery closed his eyes and let out a sigh as he nodded. “Yes, like I said before. It’s been a year and I like to keep in touch. How many times must you ask that?”

Ezer shrugged and reached out to pet Eben, who was curled up in the boy’s lap, asleep. “Just kinda funny that you travel so far every year just to say hi,” he said.

Avery shook his head in response, “How else am I to say hi? They live in Nulhora.”

The silence from Ezer’s side made it clear that he had no way to argue with that reasoning, which Avery was thankful for. As talented as the boy was with magic, and as interesting as it was to have an apprentice, he was still just a kid, and kids tend to ask way more questions than Avery liked to answer.

It didn’t take long before the golden moon Aurax bathed the camp in its warm glow. Ezer had taken Eben to his tent and went to sleep about an hour prior, and Avery had stayed awake, tending to the fire and enjoying the peace and quiet.

Though he was sitting close to the fire, he noticed it growing increasingly warmer as the night went by. The fire hadn’t grown any larger than earlier, and the temperature going up at night made little sense. Avery muttered under his breath and slowly got up, being careful to not make much noise as he stepped away from the camp. Much to his concern, it was still relatively warm as he walked away from the fire and into the woods.

“… This has to be some sort of joke,” he mumbled as he touched the snow on a nearby branch. Bringing his hand closer to his face he inspected the softer, slightly melted snow, and scowled. “It’s not a joke… it really is getting warmer…”

He had wished the circumstances around traveling to Nulhora and visiting his friend would be normal this time, but perhaps that just wasn’t meant to be. His hand rested on the satchel at his hip and he stared down at the ground, deep in thought. He had a feeling something would go wrong, but he was still frustrated nonetheless.

Perhaps it would clear itself up by the time he arrived in town, but he had a hunch it wouldn’t be quite so simple a resolution.

Chapter Five - Generous Gifter

Show/Hide Your arrival back in Nulhora did not go unnoticed, as almost immediately after you stepped off of the teleporter, you were confronted by the mayor with yet another task. This time, wrapping presents was added to your list of things to do. Even after expressing your concern over the weather to the mayor, he simply waved it off, saying that presents and decorations were much more important.

Though you failed to see how wrapping boxes was more important than investigating the bizarrely warm weather melting the snow, you could not argue with the mayor, so off you went to go wrap some presents. You made haste to the post office, where these presents were supposedly being stored for now. Courier Ansel and Post Master Hand were both mid-conversation near the counter, and the jingle from the bell on the door silenced their talk, both turning to look to you as you stepped inside.

“Hello!” came Ansel’s cheery voice almost at once. “You’re back!”

“You are here to help the boy with present-wrapping… right?” the old Post Master asked, not wasting any time, though his voice was kind enough. You nodded in response to his question, and the old man smiled. “Great. You two come with me, the presents are all in the back storage room.”

Though Hand was old, he still walked with a confident stride—he easily outpaced both you and Ansel as he led you both to the back room. Upon opening the door, you noticed the huge pile of boxes neatly organized across the room from the door. As Ansel’s excitement peaked, your heart sank at the idea of how much work this was going to be.

“Look at all the boxes of presents we’ve been getting all year,” Ansel exclaimed excitedly as he scurried across the room towards the pile. “Isn’t it impressive? I have never seen such a thing.”

You sent a nervous glance to Hand, who simply smiled widely at you. “We have been getting sent boxes all year, with notes saying to hold on to them until the holiday, so we could hand them out to the kids.”

“And what is more amazing is that the person that is doing it is not telling us who they are,” Ansel chirped whilst picking up a box. “They are just sending a bunch of cool things to give away...”

What a curious situation, you thought. A mystery individual, sending boxes to the post office for holiday presents? You glanced to the Post Master again, who was still smiling, albeit this time he seemed like he had an inkling of knowledge that Ansel did not have.

“Well, regardless, they do still need wrapped up,” Hand said, to which Ansel nodded.

“Yes, sir! We will get on it right away, sir!” he responded with a chipper grin before turning to you. “Come on, let’s get started!”

Epilogue

As the two of you chatted and wrapped presents, you learned more of the curious tale behind the pile of gifts: the Post Master did actually know the sender, but he refused to tell Ansel, or anyone else for that matter, who it was that was sending them.

Regardless of who it was, the contents of the boxes were quite extraordinary; there were things from many different areas of the continent, from other cities and towns that you had never seen before. Whoever it was clearly traveled a lot, but…

“You know,” Ansel started, interrupting your thought. “I wonder if it’s Saint Nikolaus himself that’s sent all these neat things to us.”

You quirked your brow at the brunette, who was concentrating rather hard on the box he was wrapping.

“Think about it! Who else would send things from so many different places in the world,” he said, briefly looking up to you from the box. “I can’t think of anyone off the top of my head that would do such a thing… aside from Saint Nikolaus himself! He delivers presents to everyone, so it only makes sense!”

There was a level of nearly childish naivety about his thought that brought a grin to your face. He had a point—maybe it was Saint Nikolaus after all.

Ansel sat aside the now-wrapped present before getting another box. “But if these are from him, then I wonder how he’ll feel about us having someone act as him for the festival… I hope that doesn’t make him upset and we get a good actor.”

That’s right—there still needed to be an actor for the merry Saint for the festival! Sitting across from Ansel as you were and experiencing his usual cheer, you wondered why he wasn’t going to play the part.

As if he could read your mind, he frowned. “I’m a little too small and young to pass off as a convincing Saint Nikolaus…” he mumbled. “But I am going to be one of his helpers! I’ll help pass out presents to the townspeople.”

The idea of Ansel dressed up like one of the Saint’s elven helpers was incredibly amusing.

By the time the two of you had finished with your task, it was late at night and you were both exhausted. Once outside, Ansel called for Luna, and you waved him goodbye as you went back home. Wrapping a mountain’s worth of presents all day was more brutal a task than wrangling the nippiest of Kyanite Pygmies.

Without a moment to waste, you threw yourself onto your bed and quite promptly fell asleep.

Chapter Six - Surprises and Silly Secrets

Show/Hide Comfortably asleep in your bed, you rolled over and yawned into your pillow, content with the coziness of your abode and avoiding your festival responsibilities.

“Heeeeyy!” a familiar voice shouted as the door to your home slammed open. “Heyyy! Wake up!”

Perl, your childhood friend, made her grand—and loud—entrance into your home and made a beeline to your bedside.

Just five more minutes…

“Come on, get up!” she cheerily coaxed as she shook you by the shoulder. “You can’t just sleep the day away! You’ve gotta come see this right now!”

Peeling your eyelids open, you sent your friend a groggy glare, which earned a grin in response.

“You might be glaring now but I promise it’s worth it, so come on,” she said once more before taking your arm and practically yanking you out of bed.

With a grouchy grumble, you got to your feet, and almost immediately, Perl grabbed your wrist and pulled you to the door. She seemed really excited about something—whatever it was, you thought, it better be worth being woken up out of such a quality snooze.

The freezing cold cobblestone on your feet was a brutal reminder that you hadn’t even gotten the chance to put on your slippers before Perl had dragged you outside. You wanted to protest, but there was no time to as she continued to drag you at a quick pace towards the town square.

What in the world was so important that you couldn’t even put on some shoes before seeing it?

From a distance, you could see the familiar crazy mop of Ansel’s hair and his signature green and cream courier uniform by the water fountain, accompanied by his Solstice partner, Luna. He was standing right across from another person, shorter than him and wearing much darker clothes…

After a moment of hesitation, you realized the other person was someone very familiar—Ezer!

You quickened your pace towards the group, and your approach caught the attention of Eben, the boy’s Black dragon hatchling. He pawed at the broody young mage's leg. Ezer glanced down to Eben before looking in your direction, and his expression quickly brightened when he saw you approach—well, it brightened as much as his disposition would allow for, at least.

"Oh, look who finally decided to wake up," he commented snarkily as you came to him. "I never thought I'd see you come out of your den of a house..."

The look you sent him made him snicker, and Eben trotted to your side to nuzzle your leg. Both Eben and Ezer had grown a little bit since the last time you saw them, a whole year ago now. Ezer was still a brat, but he was definitely much more comfortable opening up to others—Avery had probably worked hard to get that through his head. And Eben was a much cuddlier dragon than before, you noted, as the little hatchling continued to jubilantly nuzzle you with its head. As wonderful as it was to see the two of them again, you couldn’t help but notice the absence of your other friend…

As if knowing what you were thinking about, Ezer pointed back towards the post office with his thumb. "If you're looking for sir v-neck, he's in the post office."

Though the nickname had caught you off guard, you were grateful for the direction and sent Ezer a smile and a nod. After patting Eben on the head, you headed off towards the post office, where Avery apparently was.

Epilogue

The jingle bells on the post office door chimed as it swung open, and the wood boards of the old building creaked under your feet as you stepped inside. Looking back and forth across the room, you noticed nothing out of the ordinary, and the only person there was the old Post Master, Hand, who was behind the counter writing down something on some parchment. No one else was to be found, not even any of the townspeople, let alone Avery.

Wondering if Ezer had simply directed you here to mess with you, you let out a hum of disapproval before making your way over to Hand. He glanced up to you from his paper and straightened his back as he stood more at attention.

"Good morning," he greeted with a smile. "What can I help you with today?"

Hesitantly you asked about whether or not Hand had seen Avery, as you were told he would be here. The old man's face wrinkled from his smile as he nodded and waved towards the back door, to the room you had been in just the other day with Ansel. Curious, you thanked Hand and went to the back door before slowly turning the knob and opening it up just a slight amount to peek inside.

Inside the room, knelt on the floor, was a familiar cloaked figure, rummaging through... a bag? A really large sack of boxes. An unintentionally loud "um" left your mouth, causing Avery to freeze and whip his head back towards you with an uncharacteristically defensive expression.

One could theoretically cut the tension in the air with a knife, with how thick it was. The two of you stared at each other for a few moments, and when it seemed like Avery was too tense to make the first move, you sent him a knowing grin.

Of course he was the one sending all those boxes here from all over Galsreim.

Your expression caused him to become flustered and he quickly shook his head.

"Don't tell a soul," he muttered quickly under his breath, and you laughed. With your promise not to tell, he relaxed and went back to unloading the assortment of small boxes from the bag he had brought.

"I figured it would make some people's day if they got something they'd never seen before," he said and glanced back over his shoulder at you. "Most people don't get to travel around much, so they don't get to experience a whole lot outside of what they've known their whole lives. Might as well bring some of the world to them if they can't go out to experience it for themselves, you know?"

You nodded at him. His reasoning behind it was sound, though finding out that he was the source of all those boxes you had to wrap yesterday was a bit of a surprise, you admitted. He let out a huff and smiled.

"Ezer thought the same thing about it," he said as he stood up and turned to you. "Do I really come off as such a prickly guy? I know I'm fairly straightforward, but..."

You shook your head and reassured him it was nothing wrong with him personally, which seemed to relieve him a little. Seeing that the bag was emptied of the boxes he had brought, you motioned for him to follow you back out of the room and into the lobby of the post office.

Avery closed the door of the back room behind you both and Hand grinned at the two of you. "A lot more presents, hm?" he questioned, to which Avery simply nodded.

"Yeah... I promise that's the last of them," he said. "Ansel was going to wrap them? I owe him one."

"You'll have to thank him," Hand said. "Besides, he had been quite curious about who exactly was sending all these gifts... you play quite the convincing Saint Nikolaus, according to that boy."

With an awkward glance to the side, Avery decided to change the subject. “W-well, regardless…” He glanced to you. “We should go back to where Ezer’s at…”

You agreed with him, and the two of you bid farewell to Hand before leaving the post office. You made your way back to the town square and to the fountain, where your friends Ezer and Eben were still being distracted by Ansel and Luna.

It was cute, seeing the little Black hatchling crawling all over the larger Solstice, finding interest particularly in her beautiful golden antlers. Luna seemed to not mind, and kept the smaller dragon occupied as all of the rest of you caught up with one another—a year is quite a long time, after all, and surely the two of them would have some stories to tell.

Chapter Seven - Peculiar Presents and Regal Research

Show/Hide After meeting back up with Ezer and Eben at the fountain, the group of you returned to your home-- something your still-shoeless feet had been thankful for.

According to Ezer, he and Avery had been all across Galsreim in just the past year and had seen many things that were beyond incredible, with his personal favorite discovery being a dragon "made out of pure magma." The idea of a dragon made out of magma boggled your mind-- how in the world could something like that even be alive? What a unique-sounding creature. Perhaps one day you could travel with them, you thought. That would be an interesting time.

"Speaking of blazing hot lava," Ezer mused, leaning back in the chair he had seated himself in earlier. "Notice the toasty weather lately?"

Avery hummed and looked to you. "It is warm," he said. "I noticed it last night, on our way here. Do you know anything about it?"

You simply shook your head and sagged your shoulders. You still were at a complete loss as to why the weather was going awry once again. The troublemaker from last year was sitting at your kitchen table right now, with his little sidekick hatchling lazily strewn on Avery's lap, asleep. He clearly wasn't the culprit... and Alhira was as normal as always, without a single snowflake its tropical skies.

There was a tense silence and Avery squinted as he stared at your table, thinking. After a few moments, he shook his head and looked up to the ceiling.

"Tell you what," he said suddenly before looking to you. "First things first. Do you still have that Avatar of Change scale?"

The question caught you by surprise. Avatar of Change scale? From three years ago? Of course you had it, but why would he want to know about that now?

As if sensing your confusion, Avery smirked and moved to carefully dig for something in the satchel at his waist, taking care to not wake up the black hatchling in his lap. He pulled something out but kept it obscured in his hand. You gave him a quizzical look, which made him chuckle.

"Eager to know, huh?" he said before holding out his hand to you and opening it, palm-up, revealing a dark, charcoal-like scale. "I think this will pair fairly nicely with your Change Scale... it's from the Avatar of Destruction. Consider it a gift from me to you for the holiday."

The look on your face made Ezer laugh. "You look like you've just seen a Shadow Walker," he commented and leaned forward in his chair, snarkily grinning at you. "Bet you're dying to know the amazing story behind how we got this, huh?"

You would be lying if you said you weren't interested. Avery rolled his eyes. "It's not a very special story," he said. "The kid's just stringing you along. We were traveling along the volcano range farther north of here and stumbled upon it."

Ezer groaned and flopped back into his chair again, defeated. "You are seriously no fun, Avery," he lamented and you smiled. Even though the story was nothing over the top, it was still quite amazing that they found something so rare by chance...

A quick knock on your door drew everyone's attention. Who could that be? You got up from your seat at the table and went to the door.

Upon opening the door you were met with Ansel yet again. The poor kid, he never could catch a break, could he? Yet he still smiled cheerfully and held out a letter to you. "Letter from the mayor! He says it's really urgent," he said, stressing the really by waving his hands.

You wasted no time in opening the letter, but wondered why the mayor couldn't just walk over to your house himself if it was so important. Upon reading the contents of the letter, you saw it was a summons to his office, and let out a sigh. More legwork. But it did seem urgent-- you gave it that much, at least.

Avery sent a sympathetic smile your way when he saw your frustration. "We'll be here when you get back," he said. "Go on and meet with the mayor."

Epilogue

With all the strength you could muster, you kept yourself composed as you made your way down the chilly street to the mayor's home. After knocking on the door, you were let in by one of his butlers, who bowed at your entry. You awkwardly waved back, and he directed you towards the mayor's office before knocking on the door.

"Come in," came the mayor's voice through the door, and the butler responded swiftly by opening the door and stepping aside to allow you through.

Upon entering the room, the mayor grinned. "Ah! You have arrived, and quickly! Splendid!" he cheered. You smiled at him as best you could, but could not help but be distracted by the other visitor in the room. You glanced in the direction of the other figure there.

He was dressed almost regally, like some sort of lieutenant, with a long black coat and pants with various gold embellishments. And as wildly different his clothing looked, the man himself was even more so; his skin was like molten lava, and flames spewed forth from his head in place of hair. You tried your hardest to hide your shock, but it was fairly obvious to the fiery man that his appearance came as a surprise to you.

With a calm smile, he closed his eyes and bowed his head to you. "Good afternoon," he greeted. "You must be the one the mayor has been telling me about. My name is Coyle."

"Coyle is here from Phyrros, a kingdom far to the south," the mayor explained, clearly rather excited about the visitor. "He heard about the bizarre weather patterns from last year and wanted to come research!"

Coyle nodded, turning his burning gaze towards you once more. "Yes," he said. "I am a researcher. Word of the strange activities from last year has traveled far, though no one specified how long ago it occurred..."

He seemed a little troubled, and you realized he must have accidentally been misled-- perhaps he thought the bizarre swapped-around weather from last year was something currently ongoing.

"However, it seems luck is quite firmly on my side," he continued as he folded his hands behind his back and raised his chin. "Because it is quite hot here now, according to you, mayor. This is unnatural?"

With a firm nod, the mayor leaned back in his chair. "Yes. It is so warm that the snow has started to melt at a rapid pace, as if it was summer. You are more than welcome to study it and see if you could pinpoint the cause. We have a festival to celebrate, and this weather is going to ruin it at this rate..."

These were times you were glad your parka covered most of your face, because surely the deadpan expression you sent the mayor at that line would have gotten you in some trouble. Was he still seriously so consumed by this festival, he would still have that on his mind in a time like this?

Coyle closed his eyes again in thought and you sent a glance his way. After a few moments, he opened his eyes and looked to the mayor. "I will stay and investigate on your behalf, and use whatever I discover for my own research, and for my kingdom. Is this acceptable to you?"

The mayor nodded all too quickly. "Yes, yes. That is fine!"

"Then you will have my assistance," Coyle responded with yet another smile. "I will do all within my power to find the source of the problem."

With Coyle now on weather duty, the mayor turned his direction to you--clearly he already had in mind what he wanted from you, with how firm his stare was.

"Now," he started. "I would like you to continue your preparations for the festival. Do it as fast as you can, and with gusto!"

Chapter Eight - Sneaking Suspicions

Show/Hide "Hrrrmph! Hrrrrrrrrrmmmmmmmmmph!"

Hilde's grunts as she thwacked her axe into a nearby tree were the first thing Avery heard as he made his way towards the northern outskirts of town. His brow quirked, and when he spotted the woodcutter, he paused to watch her.

"Got somethin' to say, or are you just gonna stand there and brood?" Hilde asked rather brashly, sparing him a slight but critical glance before going back to cutting into the tree.

"Oh," Avery was taken a little by surprise. "I don't want to interrupt what you're doing..."

The woman let out an exasperated sigh as she lowered her axe and turned to him, her hand firmly placed on her hip.

"You've already got my attention, kid, what do you want?" she questioned, pressing him.

Avery shifted on his feet and glanced towards the mountain range. "Was just wondering if you've been out that way or not yet..."

The lumberjack hummed and nodded while plonking the hilt of her axe over her shoulder. "Yep, I have. It's nasty. The snow's all turned to slush. You heading to the mountains?"

With a slight nod, Avery looked back to Hilde. "Yeah... I need to check into this whole heat wave thing... the Ice Temple is out that way, and that's where things were all wrong last time, so..."

"Ohh," she mused, suddenly much less short with him. "Well. My advice to you is to be mindful of where you put your feet, pretty boy. Though I suppose you already know that, with how much you wander around."

Though the new nickname of "pretty boy" made him a little bit miffed, Avery managed a smile at the woman. "Yeah, I'll be sure to be careful. Thanks. Sorry for interrupting your tree-cutting."

Hilde shrugged and whipped her axe back down from her shoulder. "No biggie. Not like many people are buying firewood these past couple days anyway-- just tryin' to keep myself busy."

He was sympathetic towards her plight-- it must've been hard on her business when events like this occurred. Nulhorans in general were used to the cold weather, and a lot of small businesses in the area, like Hilde's, were built with that in mind. It was troubling to see such familiar people in such difficult situations, trying to make ends meet.

With a newly-found resolve to help, Avery set out alone towards the mountain range in search of the Ice Temple.

Epilogue

Ezer had managed to find Luna's back comfortable enough as he lounged on it, leaning his back against the back of her neck as he watched Ansel sort through some new parcels just outside of the post office. The younger boy had found the courier interesting enough-- though he was much peppier than Ezer was, he was good company. Eben had similarly grown fond enough of Luna, and her of him; the little Black hatchling had quickly grown to love perching in her antlers or nuzzling into her fur.

The two boys had been participating in mutual small talk for a little while before the approach of another figure caught Ezer's attention. Coyle was walking towards them with an elegant yet firm stride, and his burning yellow eyes were fixated on the Solstice that was with them. Once he was but a few paces away, he stopped, and Ezer sat up straighter on Luna's back.

"Something we can help you with?" Ezer questioned, his voice already laced with clear irritation and distrust.

Coyle looked towards Ezer for only a brief moment, and then to Ansel and Eben, before looking back to Luna. "You, my dear, are a Solstice, are you not? What is a dragon as special as yourself doing here?"

A little taken aback, Luna raised her head towards Coyle, blinking a few times. "Pardon?" she responded.

Immediately realizing how his question could be taken, Coyle waved his hand slightly as if to pause the thought. "Excuse me if I caused offence," he said. "'Tis not what I meant. I am only surprised to see a dragon such as yourself here in such a... quaint town."

Ansel stood up and smiled towards the much taller fiery man. "Luna and I are best friends, and she helps deliver parcels and mail," he explained, and Coyle seemed intrigued by the explanation.

"Interesting," he responded, looking from Ansel back towards the Solstice.

"Nulhora isn't exactly quaint..." Ezer muttered with a frown. "It's bigger than it used to be..."

Coyle glanced towards the younger boy and seemed fairly unmoved. "It is much smaller than my homeland. The kingdom of Phyrros is multitudes larger than Nulhora, I can assure you. Hence my calling Nulhora ‘quaint’."

Feeling a little awkward by the clear tension between the two, Ansel let out a nervous laugh. "Uh... well," he started, attempting to divert the topic, "Luna isn't the only rare dragon here. Old man Janus has been here for a long time... he's a Holly. There's also a lot of others visiting for the festival, like a Yulebuck, Wrapping-Wing, and Winter Magi, as well as some others... It's pretty cool!"

Clearly interested, Coyle put his hands behind his back and nodded towards Ansel. "Quite... cool," he said slowly. "Tell me, is an Aegis amongst the group of dragons here?"

"No," Ezer responded sharply. "Why?"

Coyle smiled a little at Ezer. "Quick to ask questions, you are..." he said and took his hands out from behind his back and held out a hand to each side. "On one side, the dragon is as calm as the night's sky... and on the other side, it has an unquellable rage. It's quite interesting."

Ansel was incredibly intrigued. "Wow, really?"

"Really," Coyle responded. "I was hoping to ask one some questions of my own for my research, since species such as the Aegis tend not to live in warm climates. This would be my chance to meet one, but alas..."

As he trailed off, Ezer continued to stare at him. It was clear the boy did not like him one bit, for whatever reason.

"Well, regardless," Coyle started again. "I must be off. My apologies for interrupting your work, young courier."

"It's no problem!" Ansel cheerily exclaimed and grinned. "I hope you have a good day, sir."

"And the same to all of you," he said and glanced across the small group, his gaze lingering on Ezer for a moment longer before he stepped back and walked away from the post office.

Ansel almost immediately went back to his work, and Ezer stared at the back of the fiery man's head as he walked down the cobblestone path towards the outskirts of town. After a minute, he leaned back against Luna's neck again and crossed his arms.

"... I don't know how I feel about that guy," he grumbled to himself.

Chapter Nine - Foul Fabrications (The epilogue will unlock when the meter fills up.)

Show/Hide Your morning had been spent trudging around in the wet snow with Hilde. One of the last things you needed to finish decorating the city was perhaps the biggest attraction: the huge, heavily-adorned tree that would be placed in the town square. The two of you had been debating on what to pick--an incredibly tall tree was needed, but finding that perfectly full tree proved to be difficult.

After what felt like an eternity of searching for a tree, the two of you had finally found the perfect one: a large, bluish-green fir tree, farther into the forest that stretched north from the village. It had been hiding among all the other trees, but was close enough to the path through the forest that Hilde would be able to get it cut down and have it brought back to the village with the help of the dragons that had decided to stay for the festival.

Just as she had ordered you to step back from the tree so she could start to cut into it, an unfamiliar voice caught both of your attentions.

"Excuse me," came a soft, feminine voice from not far away. It echoed in your minds more than it did your ears, and upon looking towards its source, you discovered a light green dragon with a body that almost shimmered. She flapped her blue-tinged wings and stepped towards the both of you. "You... match the description I was given of who to look for!"

You gave the dragon a confused look, and she fluttered her wings once more before swishing her tail. "Oh, excuse my rudeness. My name is Celestia," she said. "I was asked to come fetch the friend of a young man named Avery."

At that, you were even more confused. Avery?

"It's sudden, I know," she continued and lowered her head. "But I come from the 'Ice Temple'... your friend is stuck there and cannot get back..."

This time it was Hilde's turn to be shocked. "How did he manage to get stuck?!"

Celestia's expression turned worried. "W-well, you see, my friend Ziggy and I live there now... Avery came to look around and Ziggy got very angry," she said. "I don't know why, but Ziggy said something about your friend being a troublemaker... and unlike a young Mistletoe such as myself, my Aegis friend is much less willing to listen to your friend's side of the story..."

Your blood ran cold--he was trapped there by an angry dragon?! If he sent Celestia for your help, then it must be way more than he could handle alone, which was a scary thought. Just how angry was this Ziggy that Avery found himself unable to escape?

"Kid," Hilde said, catching your attention. "Don't worry about the tree. I'll go get your dragon friends to help me out with it. Go get your broody friend out of the trouble he's got himself in."

Without hesitation, you thank Hilde for taking over tree duty so you could put all your efforts into rescuing your friend. After telling Celestia about Ezer and Eben, who are Avery's friends as well, Celestia agreed to come back with you to Nulhora to get the boy and dragon before travelling to the Ice Temple.

With the Mistletoe dragon at your side, you sprinted back towards town to go find Ezer.

Epilogue

The epilogue will unlock when the meter fills up.

Trivia

 * On Day 6, the global bar hover-over information was updated to include Ice and Fire percentages so players can see which side is winning and by how much.

New Holiday Dragon
Fact:
 * This dragon is female-only.
 * This is the first Holiday dragon to receive its own unique adult description.

Rumour:
 * To be added.

Egg Sequence
Glitched Sequence

Additional Information
To be added here.

Holiday Breeding
Previous Holiday dragons are able to breed and produce Holiday eggs. Go to the Abandoned Page to catch some of the former Holiday eggs. As always, bred past holiday dragons will continue to have no limit. Restrictions on keeping multiple eggs from a single pair continue to apply. Go to the Abandoned Page to catch some of the former holiday eggs. The breeding period will start on 00:00 on 12/19, and continues for exactly seven days, ending at 23:59 on 12/25.


 * Abandoned Page on DC

For the first time on Dragon Cave, previous year's Holiday dragons are now available to be caught as Cave-Born eggs from their own unique Holiday biome. The usual Cave Born scroll limits DO still apply, and this biome will disappear at the end of the breeding event. On the dragon's View page, their biome is listed as "Cave". This mechanic follows on from the events of Halloween 2017.

Special Notes

 * CB Holly eggs cannot be influenced, and are male-only.
 * CB Solstice eggs will all hatch, or intend to hatch, as the rosy-wing variation.
 * CB Mistletoe eggs cannot be influenced, and are female-only. Some users have reported using Precognition and having the egg show as being male; this is an unintended glitch.

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