A Letter From S. Claus

    The solar winds made a beautiful swirl of cosmic dust outside the portal of The Sword of Gerraxia's quarters aboard the Draconis Rex.  Gerri had just exited the shower and had her hair in a towel.  Her glamour was down so her elf ears were hidden by the towel as well.  Her quarters had a small bed, and a shelf to place personal items.  Most were pictures of her family, a trophy for kick boxing, a book of lore, and a picture with her league.  She had various pictures of the other heroes she would spar with daily, and a punching bag.  The rest of her decor was a dresser and a vanity.  Her costume was laid out on the bed.  
    She sat down in front of her vanity and began the comb the knots out of her hair.  She noticed she had a mail alert from the com.  It was probably another letter from EB.  He would hit on any woman with a pulse.  She smiled and clicked to open the letter.  
    She admired her elf features as she so often had to wear the glamour of being human.  Her long golden hair and sparkling emerald eyes, not to mention the long pointed ears.  She was afraid EB might blurt out her secret.  She knew all of the Mythics could see through her glamour, though none had said anything.  She glanced over at the letter and saw it was from  Santa and not EB.  What did he want?  She wasn't one of his elves.  She read his letter.
    "Greetings, The Sword of Gerraxia, or should I call you Gerri Star?
    I am contacting you because I need your help.  In return I will return a family heirloom to you.  You see, it seems Krampus has escaped using Legion technology.  I know you are not one of my elves, but you are a heroic one descended from the heroine Gerraxia Goldenstar.  I noticed your ring made from her shattered sword.  
    If you would be so kind as to assist in the search, I would be willing to return the Gold Armor of Gerraxia to you.  I've kept it safe for centuries.  It's powers are formidable and dangerous in the wrong hands.  I'll need you to meet with Nova if you can.  I know you're a good girl.
Warmest Regards,
Santa."  
    Gerri was shocked.  She didn't know Santa had the armor.  The book of Elvish Lore listed it being given to someone for safe keeping but didn't name them.  She had assumed it was a distant relative.  She quickly dressed and restored her glamour.  She was not going to pass this up.

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