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Chapter 8

Year after year, as Yuletide approached, Mazqukuatl had waited with a heart
full of longing, hoping for a gift that never arrived. This unfulfilled
desire lingered through his childhood, a reminder of his solitary existence
in the orphanage. But then came that transformative night, a turning point
when, against all odds, his own prophecy was fulfilled. The memory of that
night the surge of joy, the overwhelming sense of excitement was
etched deeply in his heart.

Emboldened by this experience, Mazqukuatl embarked on a mission to bring joy
to the children of Thera during Yuletide. His actions were not limited by
friend or foe, he bestowed gifts indiscriminately, a silent benefactor
weaving through the shadows of the night.

It was the encounter with a lone gnome, however, that marked a significant
moment in his quest. This small, unassuming creature had never known the joy
of receiving a Yuletide gift. When Mazqukuatl presented the gnome with gifts,
the gnome's reaction was a mirror to his own childhood elation. The sheer
excitement, the radiant satisfaction in the gnome's eyes, was a reflection of
the very gleam Mazqukuatl remembered in his own eyes as a child. It was a
profound reminder of the simple yet powerful joy that a single act of
kindness could bring.

This moment of connection with the gnome was a revelation to Mazqukuatl. It
signified the completion of his task, a fulfillment of a prophecy that went
beyond the literal words and spoke to the essence of transformation and
giving.

With this significant deed accomplished, Mazqukuatl knew it was time to share
his achievements with Morius and Iskrith. Their knowledge of his deeds would
be the final judgment on whether he had done enough to gain admittance to the
elite Scions of Eternal Night, a group of mages whose power and influence
were unparalleled. As he relayed his tale, there was a sense of anticipation,
a silent question hanging in the air had his actions, driven by a blend
of personal fulfillment and altruism, been sufficient to open the doors to
this revered circle of mages? Only time would reveal the answer, but in his
heart, Mazqukuatl felt a quiet confidence, a belief that he had achieved
something truly meaningful.