Chapter Three
They ran back to the square and Macey was almost expecting to find Knecht Ruprecht there, standing over mutilated corpses. The cold and the dark of the night seemed to be getting to her. Maybe she needed some mulled wine to calm her nerves. Together with some gingerbread, of course. While they were in Germany, she planned to try out all their famous Christmas food. She sniffed the air. Sausages. She added them to her list of foods she wanted to eat. First, though, they had a monster to kill.
In the few minutes they'd been away, the square had become even busier. Getting to the giant big tree in the centre would be difficult. With a sigh, Macey began to push through the crowd, the glowing golden star on top of the tree her guide. She chuckled. Wasn't there some human legend
