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1|A. Crystallized

Act I: The Mission
₊˚ʚ 🌱 ₊˚✧ ゚. 🌿

There once was a lad, quite a marvellous chap,
Who had all the wonders the world could unwrap.
His wishes came true with a swish and a whiz,
For he was no ordinary boy — oh, no, he is!

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Up in the North Pole, he called it his home,
With Santa, the reindeer, and snowflakes that roam.
But this young lad was a curious case,
Don’t ask him why — he won’t know his place!

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Every Christmas season — unknown rhyme or reason,
A few lucky elves were sent on a mission.
To bring back the spirit that some folks had lost,
Their hearts full of courage, no matter the cost!

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"One of you shall go today,"
Said Santa in his jolly way.
"To a young woman who’s lost her cheer,
Her joy and her play have vanished, I fear."

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The papers were rolled, the tension grew tight,
Until Santa proclaimed with a grin of delight,
"Ah, the name has been chosen, as clear as the sun—
Step forward, dear Mavenn, your journey’s begun!"

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"Me?" he gasped, his eyes open wide.
"Yes, you heard me right," Santa replied.
"It’s your time to shine, so don’t be slow."
Little did he know, it was fate's gentle glow.

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On the brisk morn of December fifteen,
The trek had begun with a marvellous gleam.
A snowglobe of magic he held in his hand,
And a sugar cane wand, a bracelet so grand.

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Little did he know, another had come,
To join in the quest that had barely begun.
A fellow elf, Loreal — sneaky and sly —
Clung tight to his back as the globe spun awry.

₊˚ʚ 🌱 ₊˚✧ ゚. 🌿

With hundreds of elves in a festive commotion,
None saw the stowaway's quiet devotion.
"I hope this mission wraps up nice and fast,
I just want to be home where comfort will last,"
Mavenn muttered with a sigh of despair,
Unaware of Loreal, just hiding back there.

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In mere seconds, he found himself in a strange new place,
He looked around, confusion written on his face.

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His festive red and green elven clothes were gone,
Replaced by attire worn by humans all along.
He glanced at his reflection in a shop's window,
And there he saw, a teenage boy, human—just so.

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"Let’s get this over with," he muttered with a sigh,
Then peered at the snowglobe, where an image did lie.
It showed the woman he’d been sent to find,
A mission now clear, though he was less than kind.

₊˚ʚ 🌱 ₊˚✧ ゚. 🌿

There was barely any snowfall around him,
Just fairy lights twinkling, the cold winter grim.
The streets were adorned in festive display,
With Christmas in London, bright lights in full sway.

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The Tower Bridge gleamed in the soft early morn glow,
While red double-decker buses moved to and fro.
Shops were decked out in wreaths and delight,
As the famous Oxford Street shone so bright.

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He studied the image, searching with care,
Looking for clues, but none seemed to share.
The woman was nowhere, not in sight,
Perhaps she was poor, hidden from the light.

₊˚ʚ 🌱 ₊˚✧ ゚. 🌿

"Excuse me," he asked a passerby,
"Have you seen this woman?" showing the snowglobe high.
The man chuckled, shaking his head in jest,
"Are you talking about the snowman? That's quite a quest!"

₊˚ʚ 🌱 ₊˚✧ ゚. 🌿

He asked again, but no one knew,
As the day passed by, his spirits withdrew.
The crowd was thick, his patience thin,
His energy drained, the quest wearing him thin.

₊˚ʚ 🌱 ₊˚✧ ゚. 🌿

With every step, the city seemed to roar,
Yet inside, he felt more lost than before.
The cold weather matched the chill in his mind,
Hoping for peace, but none he could find.

₊˚ʚ 🌱 ₊˚✧ ゚. 🌿

And then came the last light of the sunset,
He wandered the streets, alone and upset.
People whispered and stared with surprise,
While others just worried with wide-open eyes.

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