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Wintumber 2011

Post 1: Information
Post 2-4: Poizynus's piece
Post 5-8: Aeraie's piece

27-Sep-2012 22:44:04 - Last edited on 02-Oct-2012 00:32:34 by Aeraie

Aeraie

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------------ Poizynus ------------
2nd Place, Wintumber 2011

Candlelight danced on the angelic white snow blanketing the streets of Yanille. The citizens were all fast asleep; dreaming of what the next dawn would bring: hot food, roasted chestnuts, and heartwarming Asgarnian ale, freshly imported from Falador. Not a soul was awake, save two young children, playing in the snow near the tall, white walls outlining the majestic city.

“Annabel! Don’t take off your mittens! Your hands will freeze!” whispered a young man sternly. He pulled his red woolen hat further down his tan face.

“But Wilem!” the smaller girl, Annabel, replied. She pouted her lips and shivered in her brown overcoat.

“William,” the proud boy replied, “and if you take them off, your hands will freeze, and fall right off!”

“I don’t believe you, big brother!” Annabel said with a fierce look in her pale blue eyes, the one trait she shared with her brother. Annabel had strawberry blonde hair, and was thin and frail, while William had dark brown hair and was big and sturdy, yet not overweight.

Stubbornly, Annabel took off her blue mittens and shoved them in William’s arms.

“Fine. I’ll help you warm them later.” William answered as he darted his eyes away.

As William had predicted, Annabel soon felt the cold, sharp bite of Wintumber in her now blue hands. Crying and dashing inside, William quietly followed her.

“Shhhh…” whispered William gently, “Mother and Father are still asleep. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” William rubbed Annabel’s tiny hands with his own large, calloused ones.

Year after year, William looked after Annabel, even when she her self was William’s age when he first saved his sister’s hands from the cruel iciness of winter.
William cared for Annabel when she had a cold or flu, and even when a massive blizzard struck, freezing and killing their mother and father, William risked his own life to go and chop firewood to heat the house.

27-Sep-2012 23:06:28 - Last edited on 01-Oct-2012 23:59:56 by Aeraie

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When William and Annabel lived on the streets, urchins with nowhere to go, William gave Annabel his coat and shoes so that his little sister wouldn’t be cold.

One day, they were begging on the street when an army recruiter came up to them.

“Say, boy,” called out the recruiter, donned in green and brown, with a medal on his chest, “You look strong and quick. Fancy being a soldier?”

“Will I get paid?” William asked through narrow eyes.

“O’ course, boy! Thirty gold a day.”

“Can I send it back home to my sister?” William replied hopefully.

“Aye. Do with it as you please.” Shrugged the army man.

Turning to Annabel, William said regretfully, “I must leave you now, sister. Know that I will return home soon. We’ll buy back our old house,” he smiled “just stay out of trouble. I’ll send the gold soon.”

Walking off with the man, Annabel wasn’t sure if she was happy for the income, or terrified to see her brother, and best friend, in harm’s way.

True to his word, William sent all his paycheck back to Annabel. She lived a good life, renting a small room, and always had a full belly. William sent notes with each shipment.

‘Dear Annabel,

Times are tough in the army. We’ve heard tales of a war starting, near Ardougne. I truly wish it doesn’t head any farther west.

Sincerely, William’

‘Annabel- It is with great haste that I write this note. We are going to war, to fight another army for Ardougne's freedom. I miss you. –William’

‘Dearest sister- it can’t be true! No, no, no!! They’re coming to Yanille! The enemy is going to attack! Oh, Annabel, tell the guards. You must get ready for siege! With haste, William’

‘Annabel! I am scared for you. We’ve lost many comrades. Have you watched, from the battlements? I dare hope not. A single arrow, and...I don’t want to think about it. Please, stay safe. I’ll drive them away single handedly if I must.

Your brother, William’

27-Sep-2012 23:07:10 - Last edited on 02-Oct-2012 00:00:14 by Aeraie

Aeraie

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Annabel was frightened for William, fighting against the enemy invaders to save his home-and his little sister. After a while, the fighting stopped, but the notes and gold stopped coming.

One day in the mail, Annabel received an enveloped sealed with the crimson red seal of William’s commanding officer. Next to it was a small burlap sack. With a trembling hand, the beautiful young woman opened the envelope.

‘To Whom It May Concern,

It is with great sorrow and regret that I must inform you of the death of Private William Lumson. William was a great man. He always fought with courage and honor, and his blade was both skilled and merciful. William died defending Yanille; without him, we would have surely lost the war, for it was William who killed the enemy general.

Our nurses and medics tried to save him, but William’s wounds were to deep. William insisted with his dying breath that this burlap sack be given to you.

Regretfully,

Lieutenant Charelton”

Opening the burlap sap, Annabel found a letter from her fallen brother:

“Annabel, I’m so sorry. If you’re reading this, I’m gone. Please, don’t be sad. I am very pleased with my life. I was smart and strong, but most importantly I gave. I gave everything I had, to make others happy. And that made me happy, it made me so happy I wanted to give over and over again. The enemy I fought-and died fighting-were takers. They wanted the world for their own greedy uses. Annabel, promise me this, at least this: give all you have. Help others, and when you give them all your love and care, they’ll give you theirs back. And it’s the greatest feeling in the world. By the way , these are yours. You should keep them now.

Love,
William”

Peering into the burlap sack, Annabel saw a pair of familiar blue mittens.

27-Sep-2012 23:21:25 - Last edited on 02-Oct-2012 00:00:33 by Aeraie

Aeraie

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--------- Aeraie ---------
1st, Winumber 2011

December 25th, 1977

The little boy’s bright blue eyes stared intensely at the small Christmas tree, lit up with hues of red, orange, blue, green, and yellow. He giggled, covering his mouth as he looked at the shining star teetering at the top of the tree. The small boy with the bright blue eyes looked down slowly, mesmerized by the hoard of presents sitting underneath the tree. Though in truth there were not many presents actually under the tree, the boy’s size and mind made them seem so big.

“Aaron, sweetie, come here and sit next to me,” A voice called. The little boy ran towards the voice, only to find his mother’s smiling face. He admired her, from her golden locks to her gentle personality. The mother scooped up her almost three year old son, running her hands through his soft, dusty brown hair. “Are you enjoying Christmas so far, sweetie?”

“Where’s daddy?” Aaron asked in his squeaky voice, ignoring her question.

His mother frowned slightly. “That doesn’t answer my question, sweetie.”

“But I want to see daddy. I love daddy!” Aaron squealed, squirming in his mother’s arms.

“He’ll be here shortly, Aaron. Your grandmother has a special treat for you in the kitchen; would you like to go get it?” His mother said. Without a word, the little boy jumped from his mother’s arms and stumbled into the kitchen.

“Nana, where’s my treat?” Aaron said rather greedily. He looked up at her, ignoring the hideous yellow walls of the kitchen. His white haired grandmother smiled at him smugly and handed him a chocolate chip cookie, still warm from the oven. The boy gasped, snatching the cookie away. He took one big bite, and through the cookie still in his mouth, he muttered a muffled, “Thank you, Nana.”

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“Now go on, get. I have ham to cook for dinner!” Nana chided playfully, shooing her grandson away. Aaron obeyed, toddling into the living room where his wise grandfather sat, reading the newspaper.

“Grandpapa, what are you reading?” Aaron asked. His grandfather tilted the large rim of his glasses down, examining the boy in his overalls.

*Why, the newspaper, old sport. Say, those overalls look mighty fine on you,” Grandpapa responded.

Aaron giggled. For a moment, Aaron’s brow furrowed, and he asked his grandfather,

“How old are you, Grandpapa?”

Grandpapa chuckled in the warm light of the room. “Too old, little one. And just how old are you, then?”

“Almost three. My birthday is soon. I can’t wait!” Aaron bounced, laughing merrily.

“Soon indeed. You’ll be three in by the end of the week, old sport,” Grandpapa said. Just then, the soft roar of a car engine could be heard outside. Aaron, the boy with the bright blue eyes, dusty brown hair, and overalls, whose face was dirtied with the remnants of a cookie, jumped up and began to run towards the door. He heard Daddy’s engine.

There are moments in our lives that will be remembered forever, moments that are incased in time as something that will never be forgotten, moments that are so intense that we repeat them day after day, year after year, calling them traditions. These are the moments that we hold on to, moments that make up our very being, moments that change our lives. And this moment? This moment was one of them.

“DADDY!” The boy squealed in utter delight, running as fast as he could to greet the man he truly admired, the man he longed for, the man who was his father.

27-Sep-2012 23:21:44 - Last edited on 02-Oct-2012 00:01:29 by Aeraie

Aeraie

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The man with bright blue eyes spoke not a word as he walked through the door, pulling out a pistol, shooting his only son straight through the heart. Daddy walked past his son’s corpse as he pulled up the gun, shooting Grandpapa twice, both in the chest. Daddy then turned and shot Nana three times, once through the neck and twice through the chest. He took a moment, reloading his gun, before he searched for his wife, wading through the mixture of presents and family blood. The house was small, however, and he found Mommy curled up behind the toilet in the bathroom. She begged for mercy, but he did*’t say a word. He shot her twice, both through the eyes. Daddy then sat on the toilet, put the gun in his mouth, and pulled the trigger.

December 27th, 1977

Word of the Silent Killer spread internationally and the small town of Edwardsville, Kansas became a media hotspot. People were devastated that something like this could even happen in their town. The killer, James Naleeth, murdered his wife, Melissa Naleeth, his father in law, Paul Cobb, his mother in law, Mary Cobb, and his three year old son, Aaron Naleeth, on Christmas morning of that year.

December 28th, 1977
The first candle light vigil was held in front of the Naleeth home in honor of all those that had died, especially Aaron Naleeth, whose birthday was on this date.

January 23rd, 1978
James Naleeth was classified as having anger management problems, bipolar disorder, severe depression, and schizophrenia. This is this supposed motive of the killer.

December 25th, 1978
The second candle light vigil was held in honor of Aaron Naleeth.

27-Sep-2012 23:21:53 - Last edited on 02-Oct-2012 00:02:37 by Aeraie

Aeraie

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December 25th, 1979
The third candle light vigil was held.

December 25th, 1983
The seventh candle light vigil was held.

December 25th, 1987
The tenth candle light vigil was held.

December 25th, 1997
The twentieth candle light vigil was held.

December 25th, 2007
The thirtieth candle light vigil was held.

December 25th, 2011
The thirty-fourth candle light vigil is held.

There are moments in our lives that will be remembered forever, moments that are incased in time as something that will never be forgotten, moments that are so intense that we repeat them day after day, year after year, calling them traditions. These are the moments that we hold on to, moments that make up our very being, moments that change our lives. And this moment? This moment is one of them.

27-Sep-2012 23:22:01 - Last edited on 02-Oct-2012 00:03:18 by Aeraie

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