The Lord of The Truffles

Chapter One

    The Lindor of Mordor, the unholy and desecrated candy from the fires of Choc Doom, this was the piece of candy from legends so old, that none could remember their origin..

    It is said, that once in a place where little keeblers lived, there was a chosen one, and his name was Lindt Lover, and he lived in a tree, not a tree filled with ants and bees or covered in moss or rotted dry, but a humble home of a tree, a keebler tree. This was as homey a place as ever there was, it was warm, dry, and always welcoming to guests and friends alike. This was a tree that therein lived Lindt, a brave little Keebler, who did not yet know he was brave, and who was bound for greatness, though he did not yet know that either, and that, is where our tale begins...

    Lindt was as normal as a Keebler comes, he always followed the rules, he washed his face and kept good hygiene and he never, ever did anything that would draw attention to himself. He was about the normal size for a Keebler, standing just taller than a mans knee cap, and he was in fit shape for working on the sugar patty fields. However, for such a normal Keebler, he had no idea, that his destiny was to lead an epic adventure of proportions larger than he could ever imagine...

    It all started on his Uncle Sprungli's OneThousandOneHundredEleventieth birthday, which as you can imagine, made him quite the elderly little Keebler, and many of the Keebler folk had always wondered how he had managed it, as they usually don't live past eight hundred or so. Nevertheless, on Uncle Sprungli's birthday, little Lindt's life would change forever, though he did not yet know it.

    Lindt yelled to his Uncle

    "I've finished my work in the fields uncle, and I'd like to wait for our guest of honor out on the cross tracks!"

    "Fine, fine, just keep out of trouble."

    His uncle replied. Lindt ran the length of their home and down the lane leading to the outskirts of town, and to to cross tracks, where the traders and travelers always crossed to enter the Scaldrin, the Keebler's home land. As Lindt sat by the tracks, he would often imagine himself one day setting foot across them, and going on an adventure, taking along his friends from the Scaldrin, to find treasures and fight evil and return as heroes, though Lindt would never tell his Uncle about his daydreams for fear of reprisal.

    While Lindt was on one of his imaginary ventures, he did not notice the man riding toward him in a wagon, wearing grey robes, and a tall pointy hat, until he was almost upon him. With a puff of smoke from his pipe the elderly man on the wagon looked at Lindt and Lindt returned his gaze with a short reply

    "You are late good sir".

    The old man took another puff of smoke, and blew a rather large billowy ring, before replying

    "I am never late, I arrive precisely when I intend to".

    The two started at each other rather fiercely for a moment, before bursting into unhindered laughter.

    "Rodolphe! How I've missed you and your magic sky rockets!"

    Lindt exclaimed.

    "Young Lindt, you've grown a whole 4 inches since last I have laid eyes upon you!"

    Rodolphe stated before turning his eye to the village below.

    "Are they expecting me?"

    "Only Uncle, he wants it to be a surprise for the rest of the folk"

    "He always was a devious party planner"

    Rodolphe stated as he tapped his wagon.

    "Join me, lets go down into the village and be a grand surprise"

    Lindt hopped onto Rodolphes wagon, and began the trek into the village, telling Rodolphe all about the daily life in the Scaldrin, and about how much had remained the same since his last visit. Upon reaching his uncles abode, Lindt dismounted and told Rodolphe he would grab his uncle. Lindt ran inside, yelling the whole way

    "Uncle! Uncle Sprungli! Rodolphe is here! The Wizard is here, he's back!!!"

    "Quiet down child, what's all this fuss?"

    "Rodolphe has returned uncle!"

    "Good gracious, take me to him then Lindt."

    Lindt led his uncle to the wagon, but Rodolphe was nowhere to be seen.

    "Rodolphe...?"

    Lindt trailed off as a sharp pop snapped behind him and his uncle, upon turning there was a column of smoke and fire behind them that quickly wrapped them both. Lindt and his uncle both cried out expecting to be burned, but found that they were not, but instead were now being embraced by Rodolphe.

    "Curse the rainbow Rodolphe, I am too old for these tricks of yours, you about gave me a sugar coated heart attack!"

    Sprungli exclaimed with a failed attempt to hide the smile on his face.

    "You are only as old as you feel, but you are getting up there my friend, you simply must tell me over a cup of warm chocolate how you have managed to extend your life so long, a special diet or exercise perhaps?"

    "A special diet for sure, Rodolphe, a special diet for sure."

    Srungli reached into his pocket with a strange twisted face for but a brief second, zoning out all that was around him, before regaining his composure.

    "I will leave you to preparing for tonight Rodolphe, I look forward to your show. Lindt, help me clean up the study will you?"

    With that, Sprungli turned and retreated to his tree.

    "I will see you tonight then Rodolphe?"

    "Shall you?"

    Rodolphe replied.

    "I should hope so, we have a lot to catch up on"

    Lindt replied back, before turning to join his uncle. Rodolphe chuckled as Lindt retired to his tree, but then a concerned brow formed, as he pondered something unknown.....