Mistica Chronicles


Welcome to Issue 66

TARDIS Winning Entry

A stignightus huddled in the snow, cold and frightened. Her heart beating as quick as quick as a ricket, she cutiously put her head over the snowdrift to watch the approaching figure. It could be the person that chased me away from meriklauses workshop and got me lost, she thought grimly, putting her head back down, but maybe its for the best. I know mistmas is coming, but I've always wanted to see the world. And besides, I've never wanted to be a stignightus, I've always wanted to become something else. Her inner thoughts were stopped as footsteps came, incredibly close to the snowdrift. She froze, until she heard the familiar voice of meriklaus. "There you are!" She said, "I was worried." The stignightus gladly followed her back to the workshop, where something strange was happening. "Magic!" She exclaimed when she saw one of her former friends. He was changed, now stronger, with feathers. That's what I want to be, the stignightus thought. Meriklaus smiled, seeming to sense her thoughts, and a golden light enveloped the wisher. The stignightus was no longer a stignightus, but a shire! "Best mistmas ever!" The shyre exclaimed.