Gnomes: The great chocolate battle
The night fell like a blanket across the meadow, dreary like the darkest corner of the darkest cave. Not a sound was to be heard. Not even a cricket stirred. The gnomes were planning battle, against... The elves. The elves, were peaceful, kindhearted and loved to bake. The gnomes... Wanted the cookies, all to themselves. Elves and gnomes didn't get along, it seemed. Always arguing, and bickering and hoarding things for themselves.
Stars above in the sky, twinkled and sparkled dazzlingly. In the tree of the elves they were happily baking away, not a care in the world. None of them knew of the dangers lurking just outside their woodland home. The air smelled of freshly baked cookies, cakes and pies of the pastry variety. Blueberry, strawberry, even pomegranate. Elves baked anything their taste buds thought tasty and sweet.
Suddenly, from out of nowhere, their lookout atop the tree cried out, "The gnomes! The gnomes!" this brought all the elves from their happy little zones, to the real world. To reality. Danger was approaching? Couldn't be! The gnomes were, should all be fast asleep in their beds on their side of the meadow! The elves, however, had baking to do. And lots of it. It was in their blood! They had to bake.
"The gnomes are coming!" the lookout shouted once again from the lookout post.
"Yes, Steve, we hear you!" The elves from inside the tree squeaked.
The dark seemed to swarm over them, as the distant shouting of angry gnomes seemed to get louder. They were angry. And hungry. For elf flesh, and their pastries fresh from the oven. Everywhere were gnomes. Hundreds of them, no, thousands of them! They were coming in from all sides! All angles! The grass was nowhere to be seen, the elves... Would near admit defeat.
"Two arms! Two arms!" Another elf shouted from inside the tree. Soon all the elves were scrambling like little ants with their heads cut off, trying to find their weapons. To ready themselves for battle. Defense against the oncoming hoards of gnomes.
Screams everywhere were heard, as the battle raged on throughout the night. Blood spilled and chocolate burned inside the tree. The ovens were left on, as the elves ran into battle. What they were hoping to defend against the gnomes, would soon burn down to the ground. In the midst of battle, the tree, the beloved tree the elves once called home for many a century in the past, was now caught on fire. Elves who were not fighting, were scrambling to get out of the tree, which was now burning like a dragon's breath, hot against the cold bloody night.
The flames grew higher, and the hearts of the elves sank deeper. All over the ground there were elf and gnome alike. Hats broken, armor cracked and pierced. The once rumored chocolate or raspberry filling of the elves' blood, was splattered on the cool green grass. It wasn't cake filling, nor pie filling. It was now cold blood.
Gnomes cried out and shrieked. The calls and cries could be heard all throughout the valley. No one dared to enter the field now, as the battle was nearing to an end. The flames from the tree, illuminated the ground, every little corner, every little blade of grass, and ever crease on clothing could be seen as hearts broke and shattered.
"The cookies!" cried a gnome, who had not died.
"The cake!" yet another bawled.
Their efforts, were in vein! Flames were nearly dieing down, as the fire was put out by mother nature's chilling breath. That breath, which swept over the now quiet meadow. Mother nature had made sure not to let the fires spread to the meadow itself, or anything else. Could it be that she was trying to prove a point? Needless fighting, killing and quarreling would now be brought to a screeching halt.
In the dead of the night, as gnomes and elves wept tears of utter sorrow and loss, crickets would be heard. Some quietly at first, then they would echo and roar. As if to tell the gnomes to leave, to leave and not return to the meadow.
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Aaaaand my creative juice just died. Can't think of anything else. Hope you like the chocolate battle! Could have been more detailed, but eh... I think I used a lot of the same words too frequently. Next time I should make it from a gnome's perspective. That would be amusing, I think.
The gnomes... Live on, as the tree burns. Burns. BURNS!!-----
~RiC@
