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On a snowy Christmas Eve, when the stars twinkled like frozen teardrops in the winter sky, there lived a small village nestled between frost-covered mountains. The village was called Eldersnow, and it was known for its warm fires, cheerful carolers, and the scent of cinnamon drifting through cobblestone streets.

But Eldersnow had a secret — a legend, really — about a dragon who once lived deep in the mountains. He wasn’t fearsome or fierce, but forgotten. Generations ago, the villagers believed the dragon, named Emberlyn, had flown away forever. But in truth, he hadn’t left. He stayed hidden, watching the village from afar, longing to belong.

Emberlyn wasn’t like other dragons. He didn’t breathe fire to destroy — he breathed warmth into the coldest places. His scales shimmered like starlight, and his heart glowed with gentle magic. But long ago, frightened villagers mistook his kindness for danger, and so he vanished into the snowy peaks, never to be seen again.

Until this Christmas Eve.

That night, a great storm swept over Eldersnow. The winds howled like wolves, and the snow fell so thick, it swallowed paths, doors, and chimneys. The village plunged into darkness. No fire would light, no sleigh could move, and no star could be seen.

Little Lila, a brave girl with a red scarf and a hopeful heart, refused to give up on Christmas. “We need light,” she said, holding a candle that had long since gone out. “And maybe… maybe the old stories are true.”

While the others huddled indoors, Lila marched through the storm, past the frozen pine forest, and climbed the snowy slopes calling into the night, “Emberlyn! If you’re real, please help us!”

There was silence.

Then, the mountain rumbled — not with anger, but with awakening.

From the swirling snow emerged a shape, glowing gold from within. Emberlyn stretched his great wings, his breath melting snow in perfect circles around him. He looked at Lila with wise, gentle eyes.

“You’re not afraid?” he asked, his voice soft like snowflakes.

She shook her head. “I believe in warmth. And I believe in second chances.”

With a warm smile, Emberlyn soared into the sky. Above the village, he released a breath of golden fire — not harsh or burning, but gentle and radiant. It danced across rooftops, reignited lanterns, and brought life back to the fireplaces. The snow shimmered with light, and the villagers stepped out in awe.

Lila rode on Emberlyn’s back as he glided above the village, and for the first time in centuries, the people of Eldersnow cheered for their dragon.

From that day on, Emberlyn returned every Christmas Eve, not as a legend, but as a friend. And high in the mountains, where the stars touched the snow, a dragon’s heart beat in time with holiday cheer.