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Monday, April 12, 2010

The Elf Warrior


Once upon a time, there were two elves named Pippin and Merry. These two jolly little gentlemen were servants of Santa, but they were also firm believers in that Christmas wasn't all about toys and goodies. They believed that each little elf should have Christmas off to spend with his family. But Santa would have none of that. To be truthful, Pippin and Merry; along with all the other elves, were scared of Santa. Because, Santa is not how he is said to be. He is tall and lean and a true mean machine. He feasts on reindeer and forces the elves to sing Christmas tunes all year long.


One day, Pippin ran to Merry's house and told him that there were some things they needed to discuss. They talked about how harsh and cruel Santa was and how they were still grieving over their dear friends Snap, Crackle and Pop who were thrown into the reindeer house and devoured after disobeying Santa. Then, the plan that would change their lives forever came into their minds. They would destroy Santa and then escape the North Pole.


Pippin and Merry, who lived on the far side of Santa's Village packed their bags and dressed warmly to face the North Poles harsh elements. They stepped out of Merry's house and headed towards the "Toy Tower" which is what Santa named his castle. They walked for 23 days and 23 nights through freezing rain and snow and finally made it to the entrance. They looked at each other and nodded, ready to face their challenge.


Pippin and Merry climbed the south wall and soon found themselves inside Toy Tower, where everything was on fire and blown to smithereens. Pippin and Merry set out in a full sprint towards the Toy Towers main room where they knew Santa would be just beginning his feast. They wondered which reindeer would be sacrificed today. Merry said that he would go in on the left side and Pippin said he would take the right. When they opened the door, they saw Santa sitting at his table with a reindeer in his over-sized hand. They cringed when they recognized it as Prancer.

Just as Merry let out a small gasp, Santa saw them standing in the doorway, he let out a loud battle cry and the two elves took off in their separate directions. That is when it all went wrong. Pippin was running with all his strength, trying to reach the spot behind Santa where he could jump on his back and inject a poison that would kill him instantly. Before he reached his destination he heard a crack and a high pitched scream, he turned to see Merry in one of Santa's huge hands...He was dead.

Pippin stopped only for a moment in utter disbelief, then he continued running suddenly full of rage, he jumped the highest he had ever jumped and landed right on Santa's huge shoulder. He shoved the needle into his back and Santa fell limp. But, when he fell, he knocked Pippin from his shoulder and onto the floor, where Santa collapsed on top of him. Everything was still, there was no movement, then from beneath Santa came a small noise and then Pippin stood up. He was holding Santa over his head with the strength of a thousand elves. He threw Santa aside and walked slowly to where Merry lay still.

He picked his dead friend up off the ground and carried him out of Toy Tower where he was greeted by the other elves who heard the commotion and came to see what was happening. Pippin handed over Merry's body and turned in the opposite direction of the crowd. He walked away and was never seen again, but it is said that he still walks the earth, fighting any mythical creature that does not understand the true meaning of Christmas.

The End.

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