There is nothing more comforting knowing that the six tasked with bringing order back to the world are absolutely the worst people for the task:
⊹ - the clumsy troublemaker
⊹ - the terrified and sarcastic worrier
⊹ - the cold-blooded narciss...
The old elf flinched as one of the children flung the fruit bowl onto her cousins, which triggered a full on fruit fight. The bowl shattered in the ground as one of them sent it flying at the door.
All of the children went running up and down, knocking chairs down and tearing the drapery he had worked so hard to knit.
"STOP! CHILDREN!" He screeched, unable to actually get up and chase them. The sight made his bandaged fingers hurt.
"TAKE THIS!"
"HEY! GET OFF!"
"HAHA!"
"BACK OFF!"
"EAT THIS!" One of them said, kicking their sibling backwards and laughing in triumph.
"Don't do that-"
"SHUT UP WE-"
"Fetin don't say that! I guess like father like s-HEY! LEAVE IT ALONE!"
Some of the children managed to reach a feather with a little pearl on it that the man had hidden in his cupboard. Their grubby fingers clenched the feather and the pearl, dropping it onto the floor.
"ALRIGHT! THAT IS IT! COME HERE!"
The children looked at the old elf with disrespect, not stopping their destructive behavior and continuing to fight. One kid even swung off the drapes, tearing it down in the process.
He was only stuck with them because his stupid family was having a family meeting about the nature of the village. It would've been so much easier if they had gotten someone younger to take care of the kids.
Stuttering, he asked, "d-do you guys want to hear a story?"
They stopped.
"What kinda story?"
A story about why you all are still alive, he thought, grimacing. "An interesting one," he took the feather from the younger elf and placed it on his lap.
Even though the kids didn't want to listen to an old man talk about back in his days, they assumed he would fall asleep midway through the story, leaving them to their mischief. So, they huddled up, pushing each other and sitting on laps-even stretched out so others couldn't sit.
The old elf kissed his teeth, trying to remember the full story, as it happened decades ago. Then he started, ignoring the rowdiness of the boys trying to sit closer to him.
"I have a story for you, I think I know it well, If you wish for all the details, someone else you must tell.
It takes place back when, over 60 years, To a time of still hatred, violence and fear;
The world was divided and secluded from all, They say fire would rain yet not real fire would fall.
But let's get back to my tale, For I know that the long pause has yet ailed.
But for you to completely understand, You must not forget; The world 60 years when, was a world of death.
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