Dondovar
by Santa Claus (as told to the young ones of Evela)
The Earth is not alone.
Beyond what the eye can see, beyond the stars and space known to science, there are hidden realms layered beside our own. They are not far away in miles or lightyears—they are separated by something thinner. A veil, nearly weightless. So thin that all the pages of all the books ever written, stacked together, would be thicker than the space between Earth and Dondavar.
These are the other worlds. Some wild, some peaceful. Some reflections of Earth, others governed by different laws of physics, time, and magic.
Dondavar is one such world—one of the closest to Earth. And yet, it is still sealed behind the curtain of a higher dimension.
Dondavar hosts a number of continents and islands. It is a land of music, mischief, snow-laced forests, and story. It is the world where Santa’s Village lies, nestled on the northern continent of Evela. From the cobbled lanes of Shoe Elf villages to the crystalline skies above the Reindeer herds, Dondavar is filled with wonders both magical and mundane.
Its people are as varied as its landscapes. There are:
- True Elves, who live for centuries and delight in harmony, invention, and a bit of friendly mischief.
- Shoe Elves, shorter in stature but gifted with unmatched hands for crafting.
- Messenger Elves, constructed beings infused with magic to ferry messages and pranks at blinding speeds.
- Dwarves, stocky and deep-thinking, dwelling in the Grey Mountains where veins of metal and memory run side by side.
- Trolls, moody but not mindless, lingering in the Dead Hills.
- Reindeer, intelligent and proud, with gleaming hooves and a taste for wind and flight.
- Fairies, the oldest of all—glimpsed only in part, their full forms far beyond three dimensions.
Magic flows through Dondavar not through machines or wires, but through the dust left behind by Fairies as they slip between realms. Each dust color holds a different secret:
- Red – flight.
- Yellow – teleportation and dimensional travel.
- Green – transformation.
- Blue – time distortion.
These magics are not rare, but neither are they trivial. They are understood with care, refined through experience, and woven into the daily lives of Dondavar’s people—especially in Santa’s work. From toy delivery to reindeer sleigh flight, fairy dust is essential.
Yet the heart of Dondavar lies not in its magic, but in its spirit.
There are harmonica songs at twilight and stories told beside firelight. There are gingerbread scents drifting from Crumbelle’s Bakery and festival nights that shimmer with lanterns and laughter. Reindeer Games and the Elf Olympics mark the summer; the Harmonica Jam echoes into winter.
This is the Other Home, not just for Santa, but for anyone who carries kindness, curiosity, and wonder in their soul.
And if you ever walk down Candy Cane Lane and hear the faint sound of Penny Trueleaf’s harmonica, you’ll know you’ve come close.