I then closed my eyes, having resigned myself to this fate and to my sins, knowing all was lost.Then, I heard it, the sound of hoofbeats, on a winter’s snow. He held his sword, freshly stained with the blood of my friend, in his hands, as he hissed and mocked me with that forked tongue, raising the weapon high in the air. He then tossed it before me, with a wicked grin that showed his sharpened, yellow teeth, and slowly walked before me, on his dear like legs red as fire. I slowly looked up, watching as Emperor-Krampus took the head of my friend and leader, Sergeant Cookie, displaying it for his men to see. It was a few feet later that I raised my Candy-Cane Rifle, taking aim at the devil made Christmasy-flesh himself, only to hear the shattering sound of my leg, pierce with a harden-snowball, snapping and splitting my leg in two, like it was a gingerbread leg, causing me to fall upon the cold, blood-stained, snow. I ran and ran, watching as the two combatants fought before me. The sound of the dead, dying, and fighting, ringed throughout my pointed ears, as milky white tears filled my eyes. I went to grab my rifle, locking in a fresh clip of Cinnamon flavoring, and lept from my trench. The great enemy wielded a great, obsidian Greatsword, which he used to cut down my fellow infantry elves. Our sergeant, brave man as he was, was out in the middle of no-elf’s land, armed with nothing more than a Candy-Cane rifle, with a shattered bayonet, fighting the devil himself His supreme, Imperial Warlord, Emperor Krampus. Dear Toy Makers, I can still smell the scent of his insides, all over me, as I held him there as he died. Then, Ralf, had his entire chest cavity opened, by a well-placed sniper round. I remember standing there as my buddy, Alf, took a stray snowball to the eye, poor guy had his milk and cookies splattered all over me. I remember seeing the foes, marching on our position The demon army of Krampus, with their dark, red eyes, and hooded wargear, continued to press on toward us. We held the line, my elves and I, we held it with every bullet and grenade we could muster. We were trapped outgunned, out man, and out of time. We were held within our snow entrenches, the sound of the Krampusnacht Imperial force’s guns, ringing overhead. I was part of the Pole-Republic Fighters, Northern Infantry 123rd, known as the Merry Gentlemen fighters. My comrades and I had received word that the enemy would soon breach our defenses and so, within only a few hours of receiving the order, they did. My name isn’t important, I was just one Elf among many, fighting in the North-Pole defenses trenches on December 24th, 1914. I was there, I was there when Krampus was Defeated.
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