A Christmas For Cynthia - Chapter 3 (Christmas Special)

Greetings & Happy December!

As I announced the other day, this year I am doing a Christmas special for DNA Valkyrie with Cynthia!

I will be releasing chapters of this Holiday special each week during the entire month of December, ramping up to Christmas Day!

This special will focus on Cynthia and her Christmas spirit.  

I hope you will enjoy it.

Chapter 3

The last thing that Cynthia Widdowfield expected to see happen on Christmas Eve was to receive a distress signal… 

Around seven o’clock PM and as the snowstorm picked up even more and became stronger, a light was seen shining in the dark up a snowy hill in the distance right above the tall green trees in the forest. The light in question was constantly being turned on and off like someone was trying to communicate something.

To the detective, it was crystal clear, that it was a distress signal and she was thankful that it didn’t require her a lot of effort to prove to Quentin that this was something that they needed to investigate. 

Originally, her dinosaur friend was slightly more interested in calling for help as opposed to going out there themselves to risk their lives in the deadly white storm, but that idea quickly took the way-side when both tried using their phones and realized that there was no signal. 

Cynthia couldn’t blame Quentin for trying to call for help, instead, after all, he probably hoped to stay cozy and comfortable inside the warm cabin and have lots of sex with her on the bear rug next to the fireplace.

This would have been nice, but not right now…

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They both headed outside and they braved the intense snowstorm. 

When she stepped outside, Cynthia wore a new outfit she had never worn before. 

The outfit was red, green, and white.  

Cynthia and Quentin had to march through the forest and climb up a snowy and slippery hill in the dark, but they did it and they were able to arrive at this other cabin at the top of the hill…

I knocked on the front door and there was no answer, whatsoever.

I then tried opening the door but it was locked. I couldn’t accomplish much. Thankfully, I had a certain big, hunky, and muscular dinosaur man with me.

“Quentin?”

I didn’t even truly need to ask him.

Quentin charged forward after I moved out of the way and he burst open the wooden door in one go. 

The next moment, I investigated the dark cabin, which was only partially illuminated by this lantern. This was the light we kept seeing in the other cabin, but the lantern was no longer flickering as it did before, meaning that someone was definitely here or had been here not that long ago while we were travelling from one side of the forest to the next as we went up to that snowy hill. 

“There’s no one here,” Quentin constated. 

He wasn’t wrong.            

But it was still clear to her that there was someone here. Perhaps someone who was hiding…

“Dilophosaurus spirit!” 

Cynthia shouted these two words as her eyes became the ones of her dinosaur spirit. She was officially in her saurius form. 

The first thing she did was to sniff around the cabin to try to smell the odour of anyone that may or may not be hiding around here… And it only took her a few seconds to confirm that there was, indeed, someone around here… 

Someone was hiding behind the couch in the living room.

“Here!” Cynthia yelled out to Quentin, communicating to him that there was someone over there. Quentin rushed to him. They both discovered that an old man was hiding behind the couch like he was hiding from someone. He was both terrified and shaking like he was frozen.  

The old man in question wore a red and white outfit, but this big and thick coat didn’t do much to keep him warm because he was still freezing.

“Who is he?” Quentin wondered.

“That doesn’t matter. We have to help him,” Widdowfield would not budge on this. 

“Of course, Cyn,” Quentin agreed with her that it was for the best. 

“What happened to you, old man?” Cynthia began interrogating the old man in red who was hiding behind the couch and she didn’t do it in any form of threatening or menacing way like she probably would have done so when dealing with a criminal or someone that she suspected of something questionable. This was not the same type of situation. Now, she knew that this innocent old man desperately needed help and so she spoke with a softer and more calming tone in her voice. It was crucial for her that she tried to comfort and soothe him. 

“The warmth… The warmth is gone… The fire had been taken away… It started with this cabin, but all the other cabins in this part of the woods are now missing warmth… I was supposed to go out and distribute gifts throughout the houses, but I can’t move since my body is frozen…” The teeth of the old man clacked together every time he opened his mouth to say a word.

“My body is always overheating so I do not feel the cold, but without a fire going in this cabin, I agree that it must be cold for you and all the other people in the other cabins…” Cynthia admitted. 

“He’s right. It’s freezing around here,” Quentin commented.

“But the real question is why the fire died in this cabin and all the other cabins, but not in ours. Why?” Cynthia hated herself for not being able to find the answer to this question right away.    

“I may know why…” The old man murmured, still shaking on the ground before Quentin finally pulled him up to his feet and tried warming him up.

“Please tell us,” Cynthia said.

“It’s the storm—the storm outside is not a regular one…”

“What do you mean?” Quentin asked him, not understanding what he meant by that.

“It’s the type of blizzard that only comes once every couple of years… This blizzard is so intense that the cold enters inside of our homes and kills our fire…” The old man explained to them, riding that line between being reasonable and calling this storm a devastating blizzard and describing it as a tall tale. 

“I see, then why is our cabin fine, though? We still have our fireplace going, right?” Cynthia pointed out.

“I believe I may know why, Cyn…” Quentin let her know.    

“Why is that?” She cocked her head and asked him, curious.

“It’s because of you…” He told her.

“Me?” 

Cynthia’s eyes widened. 

She was surprised to hear this.

“Your hotness kept our cabin warm,” he revealed to her.