There once was a great battle in the land of Noxas. The battle lasted almost two years. One man, a general that participate in the battle, was very swift. His was the fastest word and he was often used as a messenger. He liked being a messenger and enjoyed even working for his underlings. One December, his battalion was camped out two miles from the enemy front. They were to be an advanced warning system in case of invasion. It was nearing Christmas and some lower level knights had set up a Christmas tree, ornately decorated with candles and glass. It was a sight to see. this huge, beautiful tree, surrounded by tents and horses and swords.

Christmas day came, and so did the invasion. The man on the front sent the swiftest general to bring news of the attack to the main camp. The general ran as fast as he could to the camp with enemies trailing him like bloodhounds. He passed the tree and was transfixed by its beauty. For a moment, he forgot about the invasion. He forgot the war, the enemy. He stood rooted to that spot, his mind in another time. He was four years old. His father had just chopped down that year's tree. They decorated it and said it was the best they'd ever had. Then they started opening presents and he was brought back to the present just before he got his first play sword. He was brought back into reality by the sword buried in his chest. As he lay there, bleeding to death by the light of the tree, he smiled.

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