You're dreaming, this is crazy, you think, looking around frantically. A few minutes ago you were in your bed brushing your hair before going to sleep on the snowy Christmas night, like always every day.

Now you are motionless against the wall, cornered by some mouses and a bigger mouse who had a crown, it's ridiculous, you don't know what's happening. After you finish brushing your hair, You saw your nutcracker on your nightstand, your brother had told you that this nutcracker was strange and ugly because of his red hair, but your mother had told you that it was a nutcracker inspired by a Knight member of beauty.

Your bedroom is cavernous above your head, your bedposts and furniture as tall as skyscrapers. And even worse, mice are also huge: the mouse king. Once the size of the palm of your hand, it is now as big as you and looks at you with contempt from its snout. You didn't even know the mouses could make fun of you.

suddenly the head of one of the mouses was cut off by a sword, the light of the sword was shining in the moonlight, you gasped in surprise as you saw your nutcracker fighting with the mouses, killing somes, also to the king, although his arm had a cloth that you had put on it, since your brother had broken his arm a little, well when your nutcracker was made of wood, you had made him a sling, the mouses, seeing the fall of their king, fled in terror dragging some wounded mouses.

You gasp and look upwards to see your nutcracker looming above you, his sword gleaming in the low light of your bedroom. He's incredibly menacing at this size. You're far smaller than him now—if he had been a normal sized man, Now he was taller than you, you seemed small compared to him, his armor shining in the moonlight. His eyes are vibrant and intense.

"Are you okay?"