Pitmas (Prologue)

Once upon a time, there lived a very small angel with white wings, who was very unhappy. His mother was poor, and spent all her money on frivolous things. His father worked long hours, and was rarely around for him. His wings were very small indeed, smaller than any angel that had been born, and all the kids in school teased him because they were too small to let him fly. But worst of all was whenever his mother and father quarreled, for although they loved each other very much, they could not stand the other's bad habits, and this made the very small angel very sad indeed.

But the very small angel had a dream - a very big dream indeed. In the very small house where he lived, he could look out of his bedroom window and see the great, shining tower of Sintendo, like a beacon in the inky blackness of the Manhattan skyline. He knews that place was were all the most famous people were - Mario, Link and Samus among them. And before he went to sleep, he always wished that, some day, a very small angel would walk to the very top of that tower and meet those famous people.

"I'll be as famous as they are, some day," he would say to himself. "I know I'll be."

And that day came sooner than he thought.

One Christmas Eve, his mother and father were having a terrific argument, the worst one they had in a long time. The very small angel did his best to not listen to what they were saying, but they shouted so loud that it was very hard not to hear it.

"How do you expect me to feed this family?!" his father was saying. "How can I save up for anything on Christmas when you keep spending my money on your ridiculous Pipe and those wretched beads?!"

"What else am I supposed to do?!" his mother shouted back. "You're never around anymore! You don't even speak to our son, and he doesn't see you!"

"That's because I'm at work, trying to earn for this family!" yelled his father. "But of course, you wouldn't know anything about work, would you?"

"And you wouldn't know anything about being a parent!" shrieked his mother.

The very small angel covered his ears, trying not to listen to all this horrible shouting. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't not hear what came next, nor would he ever forget it.

"You're a disgrace!" bellowd his father. "I wish I'd never met you!"

"And I wish I'd never met you, either!" screamed his mother.

That was too much for the very small angel. With tears in his eyes, he ran down the stairs of their very small house, out of the door, down the garden path and down the street, away from the house. He didn't know or care where he was going, he just wanted to get away from the awful argument and not have to see his parents again. How could they say something like that to each other, on Christmas Eve? It wasn't fair, and it wasn't anybody's fault that they were poor and couldn't afford much! Why did they have to make such a big fight about it?

Night was falling fast, and soon it was very dark and cold. The very small angel didn't know where he'd run to, and found himself in a dark, dirty corner of the city, where not even the bravest dare go for fear of what lurked there. Soon, he began to be very sorry he ran away, and tried to find his way back home, but the more corners he turned, the more lost and frightened he became. He saw the mark of the Black Dragon on a wall, and knew what that meant, so he ran away quickly. And he met many people who looked at him kindly, or chased him away with knives, or didn't even notice him. But he never found his way home, or anyone who could tell him the way.

"Oh, why ever did I run away?" cried the very small angel. "I know mother and father arguing was bad, but it was much better than this! At least at home, I could be warm, and have something to eat!"

Just then, he heard a strange sound, coming from a dark corner that had, at the time, seemed damp and empty. As he listened, the sound grew and formed words, in a language that he had never heard before, not from his friends or at school - flowing and babbling like a river. And somehow, he felt drawn towards that dark, damp corner, as if it was offering him safety and comfort from the darkness around him. So he drew closer, and as he drew closer, the louder the sound became, and the more clearer the words, although he still didn't understand them.

When he got to the dark, damp corner, he saw that it was part of a bridge, that overlooked a river - which strange, because he was very sure the river had not been there before. At first, he couldn't see anything, but then he heard a splashing sound, and saw something move beneath the water.

So the very small angel looked over the bridge, and saw...

...a very large gentleman. 

PITMAS: FROZEN CREEK

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