Why hello there. Me and alieraa have a story for you! I wrote the 1st chapter. Yay. Anyhoo...you remember Annabelle (Legendary Smith) from another story don't you? Well, she's in this story and narrating it :) Also, I imagined her all emo and stuff but not the stereotypical emos (if you get what I mean) and she is quite the humorous character xD So, this is a Christmas story, in July. ...You can read this at Christmas again xD Anyway, i do not own Final Fantasy III or its characters; they belong to Square Enix.

Enjoy...


The lands of Sasune were covered with a white blanket of snow, and snow flakes fell from the sky. But who cared about that? It was cold. Too cold, as a matter of fact. But this didn't really matter, as it was Christmas! Everyone loves Christmas, right? Well, except for that Scrooge guy, and other people. But we're not here to talk about that! We're here to talk about the Warriors of the Light's first Christmas together. It was one heck of a shindig that! Well, sort of. If you call a get-together a 'shindig'…but it got exciting eventually.

The name's Annabelle, or so I'm known as, the Legendary Smith. I'll be narrating the story. I know, I know, who wants to hear my droll voice go on about Christmas? (I have a droll voice; I forgot to mention.) But then again you came to hear a Christmas tale, and this is what you're gonna get. So, sit back, relax and listen up! This is one heck of a Christmas tale, and you aren't gonna regret hearing about this.

So, let's begin…

First of December, I didn't know what the date was. What? Sue me. Anyway, twenty four days leading up to Christmas, and a certain family were finishing off putting up their Christmas decorations.

Luneth sang, as he decorated a Christmas tree. You know, basic Christmas tradition. Singing. "A pinecone in a pear tree!"

"Partridge," Arc corrected him, also decorating the Christmas tree. "A partridge in a pear tree."

"I don't remember it going like that." Luneth scratched his head confused. "And why isn't it called 'The Twenty Five Days of Christmas'?"

"Well, uh," Arc sighed.

Luneth looked at Arc, amazed that he was stumped at something. He shook his head and sighed. "Never mind, just help me put this star thing on top of here."

The two just both gawked at the top of the tree. Their mother decided to get a taller one this year, and the thing was practically a giant. Neither of them could reach it, and that meant only one thing. Arc would have to get on Luneth's shoulders and put the star on. You would think that was okay, but it wasn't. Both of them hated it, and when they had to do this, they always regretted it.

What a way to get Christmas started, huh?

"Looks like we're gonna have to do this the hard way…" Luneth laughed nervously, as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"Do we have to?" Arc moaned.

"Yep." Luneth said regretfully back. "Come on."

Arc sighed in defeat. He grabbed the star in his hand and climbed onto Luneth's shoulders.

Luneth carefully stood near the tree and let Arc do his part of the work. He didn't know how long he was standing there with Arc on his shoulders, but he was certainly getting impatient. "You got it yet?"

Arc struggled with an outstretched arm, but he nearly got the star on the tree. "Almost…got it…" He set the star on the tree as quickly as he could. "Got it!"

"YES!" Luneth cheered and threw his arms up in the air. But he forgot that he was holding onto Arc, and he had just let go.

All that was heard was a big thump onto the floor.

Luneth turned around in horror, and found a sore looking Arc on the floor. He got onto the floor as quickly as he could and started examining Arc. "Oh, gods, Arc are you okay? I am SO, so sorry!"

"It's fine, Luneth…" Arc lied, rubbing the back of his head. "I don't think I have a concussion…"

"A concussion is not what you need during The Twenty Five Days of Christmas!"

"Exactly." Arc agreed. "Help me up, please?"

Luneth nodded, and grabbed Arc's arm and helped him to his feet. "How you feeling, now that you're on your feet?"

"Okay, I guess…" Arc replied, feeling a little off balance.

"I am really, really, really sorry, Arc…" Luneth emphasised. "Are you sure you're not hurt badly?"

"No, I'm fine, really." Arc laughed.

A knock at the door was then heard.

"I wonder who that could be." Luneth said sarcastically, playfully shoving Arc to the door.

Arc chuckled, before walking up to the door and opening it.

A bright, red head stood outside in the freezing, cold winter's afternoon, and get this; it was already starting to get dark. At two in the afternoon.

Arc grinned. "Refia!" He held his arms out and Refia ran into them, and hugged Arc tightly.

"It's freezing out there!" Refia exclaimed. "And you're so warm and cuddly…" Refia snuggled her head even deeper into Arc's chest.

"I'm warm and cuddly too!" Luneth moaned.

Refia looked up from Arc's chest. "Save it for Aria!"

Luneth shrugged his shoulders and walked off, leaving the two alone.

Arc closed the door, with Refia still clinging onto Arc. Arc grinned and hugged her back. "What are you doing here? I thought you weren't coming over until later in the week!"

"I couldn't wait…" Refia admitted, blushing.

Arc chuckled. "To be honest, I couldn't wait either…"

Luneth came back into the room, putting on a coat.

Arc and Refia stopped hugging each other and looked at Luneth.

"Is everything okay, Luneth?" Refia looked at him nervously. He grabbed every piece of clothing he could find and put them on him.

"Yeah, Ingus just wants me to him meet down in Sasune." Luneth replied, walking over to the door.

"For what?" Arc asked baffled.

Luneth turned around and grinned at Arc. "For a chocobo race, of course!" Without another word or reaction from Arc or Refia, Luneth was out the door.

Refia looked at Arc. "It must've been because of that argument a while ago!"

Arc smiled. "Ah, yes. I remember."

Refia giggled. She kissed him on his lips. "Think Christmas will be any different this year?"

Arc nodded and continued. "A whole lot different."

Forgot I was here? Annabelle. That might refresh your memory. Anyway, that concludes part of our story. More will come. Stick around.


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