This is just my entry for Quazzy_Motto's make your own elf contest, and I have a little story too! (Her name's Bell) When the first present dropped, nobody knew what was in it. When it exploded, nobody thought there was anyone near. But alas, Bell was. Only, her name wasn't Bell back then. Nobody remembers what her name was, and she seems content with things that way. When the present exploded she was about to open it, being the bravest of the group. She was blown up into the air and would have died if it weren't for the soft, fluffy snow on the mountaintop. When she saw the aftermath of the present, she knew she could never go back. So instead, she wandered. She wandered around the lands that were once flourishing with pine trees and snow, now dry and barren. She wandered until she found a little bell in the snow. She kicked it and someone else who was seeking refuge heard it. That was how she found her way back to a small town that some elves had set up. She tells stories of her journies, and the little ones sit around and listen. Listen to her tales of fighting off the mutant candy canes and snow dogs. She now lives in the same village and living as happily as you can be in a post-apocalyptic world.
