Santa's realm - Episode 2 - Realm of what?

Jack ran to the goat and nearly started to cry, but after a few seconds the pulse of the goat slowly started to fade. The goat was destined to die. So Jack made a decision. He laid his arm around the neck of the goat and turned the goat's neck around. The goat no longer had a pulse. Jack started to feel resentment for not being able to do anything to save the goat, slowly this feeling was taken over by rage and determination. Determination to find the killer and determination to find the other goat.

He stood up and began to walk deeper inside of the cave. After a while he felt that the temperature in the cave was getting lower and lower, but instead of only making it cold. It also gave Jack the feeling of something oppressing him. He felt waves of coldness press upon his soul and body.

The coldness felt like it was sealing his strength and thoughts. His speed became slower and it became harder to think. After walking for a few hours he stopped walking. His body felt like it was made of ice and every step he felt that his skin was shattering.

At this moment Jack tried to look around him, but the only thing he noticed was that the ice around him was becoming vaster and darker. It seemed as if it gained life. Jack knew that if he walked on further he would die. So jack stopped walking and started to study the ice. Because it was not the cave that gave of the coldness or something at the end of the tunnel. It was actually the ice.

Jack tried to shatter an stalactite of ice from the top of the cave. After he shattered some pieces of the stalactite he began to meditate. Not because he wanted to study the properties of the ice, but rather because he wanted to make use of the energy that made the ice alive to cultivate. He felt the ice energy going through his veins towards the dantian. He tried to keep the ice energy at his dantian, but it grew unstable very quickly and tried to escape. After a few hours Jack felt that he had nearly no energy left to resist the ice energy. Strand after strand of the ice energy escaped out of the dantian and started to freeze every thing on it's way. After a few seconds the energy tried to attack his brains and after a few more seconds he could not think, sense hear or notice anything.

This was something that Jack had not foresee when he tried to cultivate the ice crystal, but lucky enough a miracle happended.

In his dantain the ice dispersed and a strange colorless energy started to capture the ice energy around his body.

If someone looked at his body he would notice that the body wasn't hot at all, but it also had no strands of ice around it anymore.

Later when the ice was almost gone. A weak voice which sound harsh and unsteady resounded through the air.

13 years and finally this kid started on martial cultivation and the firstly it kills itself with pure ice energy. This kid is at least not afraid of death, hahahaha

While the person was laughing his voiced sunked away and the only thing that wasn't silent is the ice energy. This was because all of the ice energy was in the dantain once again and it started to purify itself into a ball of pure ice. This ball kept growing smaller and smaller until it was only the size of a eyeball. The iceball had an aura of absolute cold around it and felt like it couldn't be messed with.

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Jack waked up and couldn't feel the oppressing of the ice anymore and felt like he had all the energy he would need to walk for days. And so he did.

After he walked for a few more hours, Jack saw light at the end of the tunnel. He regained a spark of hope to finding the murderer and saving the other goat.

When he arrived at the end of the tunnel he couldn't believe his eyes. It looked like he arrived at the entrance of city. A city made of packed ice. Cold and dark, blue ice.

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Santa's home

Santa was sitting on his chair. Before him kneeled 13 persons. All of this persons were Santa his personal disciples. Normally he was very proud of his disciples, but now he was yelling at them.

Don't you guys know how much resources i wasted on you... you... Trash disciples, this was one of the many statements he made.

Yesterday all of his disciples underwent the Innate Santa Test. This was his hope for finding a successor, but all of his disciples failed the test. Because of this, Santa his face was filled with worry and sadness.

'But master, why can't we ask one of the elders to succes your place?' Said one of the disciples.

With a grumpy voice Santa said to his diciple, why can't you succeed my place as Santa?

The disciple felt humiliated and guilty. He became silent and looked ashamed to the ground. 

Then one of the other disciple explained that elders had to take the Innate Santa Test and that this test determined the rank the elder would be given. This was all said with a tone like he looked down on the other disciples and felt he was meant for greater things.

He gained this kind of confidence after taking the Innate Santa Test and failing only 1 rank beneath the rank required to become Santa. He was the only one who had reached this rank and now felt like he was better then the rest of the disciples. This disciple his name was Zuo Mo.

'Silence Zuo mo, don't mess up your attitude just because your nearly made it. When i became Santa there were 41 people who were at the required rank and still only 1 was chosen. Don't think that your good enough to become Santa just because there is no-one better here.' This was all said by Santa with a distant voice.

Lately he began to think more and more about the past and the horrible things he had done to become Santa.

Then he reminded how the persons we're selected.

Santa screamed through the continent with a voice that was even hearable hundreds of miles away.

'In and about ten years from now i will die and to pass my legacy to someone else i'll hold a tournament. This tournament will be holded three years from now at my castle in the capital. I welcome every race and every person under the age of 20 to come and join the tournament. But long ago common people stopped learning the holy Race Arts and the Arts of nature. Because of this i will spread the arts through our world again and will organize small tournaments with prizes all around the continent. Now go and spread the news. That my realm will be a realm full of cultivators again!'

End of chapter 2