Hero of A Day
It's good to be Mother Nature.
Especially when you’re the guest of honor at the Mythic Alliance of Creatures (the MAC for short) annual convention in Mythopolis City.
It was the first day of the convention when I first laid eyes on Kris. He stood beside the entrance to the exhibit hall in front of the registration table. Jack Frost and Cupid were handing him his nametag as I walked up beside him.
Jack grimaced when he spotted me. The icy little creep's face was blue as the Antarctic sea with horror. He had suffered my wrath more than once over eternity. He didn’t care for my style.
Since I planned to give away a Get-Out-of-Wrath free card at the charity auction later in the conference he might yet win my reprieve. But I doubted it. His luck had always been cold.
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