The Scronicles

the war of the dried fruit.

The dried fruit of the Scroggin packet each lived among their own tribe. They were some mostly peaceful folk, spending their days happily sitting under the sun. Until the horrifying war broke out. 

As they were so peaceful they did not have much skill in battle and the walnuts easily overpowered them. The days grew cold and tormented for the poor fruit. They realized that they had one last chance to ride out the evil walnuts and called for help from the nut tribes of the North side of the Scroggin packet. 

The peanuts were the first to reply saying that they would most definitely send help. The rest of the nut tribes did not reply except for the cashews, them stating that they apologized but had no troops to spare. 

So the fruits awaited the arrival of the peanut troops, for days, weeks, months. They began to lose hope. If only help would come, if only the peanuts would arrive.

Their wishes came true, but in a way that showed the twisted humor of fate. For when the hoards of peanuts came storming down the hill, they were dressed in the Walnut uniforms, carried walnut banners and were fighting for the walnuts.

A noble dried fruit by the name of Azzlerin could be seen fighting a peanut. "Why are you doing this?" He shouted.

"My name is Menkrin." The peanut explained. "We would come and help but the Walnuts forced us to fight, they said that they would burn our village if we didn't"

Unfortunately for Menkrin, a Walnut soldier heard this and took it as a sign of betrayal and when Menkrin was distracted the Walnut soldier charged angrily towards him. The Walnut plunged his spear straight through Menkrins tough outer shell and into his body. The peanut fell to the ground, pure shock and terror glued to his face, peanut oil leaking from his wound. "Menkrin!" Azzlerin shouted as he too was knocked to the ground by the soldier. The battle continued for many hours, Menkrin, slowly dying as his peanut oil trickled down his side watched the dried fruits get slaughtered. After the battle he was so thankful to see that most of the peanut troops had survived. But wait, what was this? The Walnuts were forcing the remaining peanuts to kneel in a line, the Walnuts then pointed their guns at the Peanuts and fired mercilessly. One by one Menkrin saw the bodies of his village fall, unmoving. Menkrin tried cried out but he was to weak to make a sound. The edges of his vision were growing blurry then black. As he breathed his last breath he grieved for the dead peanuts and hoped the rest of his village was ok. After the war the rest of the dried fruit tribe soon received word from the nuts that they could not send any troops because they were too busy fighting the Walnuts in their own towns. From that day forth the dried fruits resented nuts with an incredible hate. They vowed to get their revenge.