Yes, another contest thing. The difference? It's writing instead of drawing.
CONTEST:
Holiday Writing Piece
RULES:
~Must star at least one of your characters or another character from Zeldafront (must have that person's permission though...)
~Must be about the Holidays/New Years
~Must have a happy ending
~Must have at least 200 words
DEADLINE:
Not sure actually. It shouldn't be like, a month for some writing unless some is planning on making it really good. Maybe a week or something.
Anyway, what do you guys think of this contest? Good idea or horrible thought?
Full Version: Another contest
Oh, joy! Beltingson's Fricken Christmas! I'll definitely submit something.
I'm in... but it may be kinda long...
200 words? Yipee! Faust's so-friggen-awesome-its-gonna-make-you-explode New Year's bash is coming soon!!!
O.O ....I see... fire... explosions... flames... destruction... bad things... eef.
And that's just at 6PM 
Maybe I'll add something. If I can find a good subject...
Finally! A contest I can participate in! This sounds like a good one, but I don't know how long it'll take me...it depends on how much free time I have. So you can count me in, Kira, and I think it's a good idea. Art contests balance out with writings contests, for those who are better in one area than another.
Well, good luck to anyone who tries to beat me.
Well, good luck to anyone who tries to beat me.
QUOTE(Kraes @ Dec 4 2006, 09:59 AM) 
Finally! A contest I can participate in! This sounds like a good one, but I don't know how long it'll take me...it depends on how much free time I have. So you can count me in, Kira, and I think it's a good idea. Art contests balance out with writings contests, for those who are better in one area than another.
Well, good luck to anyone who tries to beat me.
I'm entering as well, and I already have a interesting idea!
I shall also be entering as I all ready have an idea.
I shall enter! I'll probably never end up typing it because of being out of time...
I'm in!
ill attempt(but most likely back out at the end 
)
)
As of this morning, I"m officially starting mine. So, be prepared for the general hilariousness. I"ll drop you a couple of hints though.
Aure Cratchett
Fausty the Snowman
RuNaff the Red Nosed Reindeer.
Aure Cratchett
Fausty the Snowman
RuNaff the Red Nosed Reindeer.
A ZeldaFront Christmas Story
‘Twas the night before Christmas,
And all through the site
Everyone was a-cursin’
And having sword fights!
The reason for this,
Is as plain as can be,
Ebenezer Soro was pissed,
And no one was free.
All were gathered around the tree
Cramped in tight, and grumpily
Because on this board, they were all pressed in
That is to say, all the ZeldaFront kin.
The fairies were wrestling
Like thugs in their beds
While Wyiet the Cat,
Nipped at their heads.
Soro yelled for silence,
As was revealed to him,
He shouted into the violence,
“No Christmas, humph!”
The room grew a-silent
As they all stared distraught.
Wasn’t this against,
Everything they’d been taught?
Soro spoke again, with malice and glee,
“Stop fighting then, and go and RP!”
They grumpily stood, and marched up with their feet,
To the top of the stairs, to plot, mutiny!
They huddled all close,
With malicious intent,
When they noticed someone was missing,
Poor Aure Cratchett was still working over bent!
They shuddered for him,
And prayed silently,
That he could endure,
This night of Christmas Eve.
So their ringleader stood up,
His name was Nibaw,
And so he decided, all abrupt,
“We’ll send three ghosts to him, hahaha!”
They set into action, working hurriedly,
As Fausty the Snowman, a sacrifice, poor guy,
Got shoved down the stairs,
Quite the distraction, when someone dies.
Soro kicked his snow, and then yelled upstairs,
“Come down here, and clean up this mess!”
But nobody answered, and Soro, the unfair,
Had poor Aure Cratchett, clean up Fausty’s rest.
The distraction had been good though,
A feat of nature, the warning was coming,
His old partner, Bask, came down the stairs with woe!
“Ebenezer Soro, hear this warning!”
Soro did freeze, petrified with fright,
He had not seen Bask since,
Last Christmas Eve’s Night!
He slowly nodded, his eyes, shut in a wince.
“This is my warning, Ebenezer Soro!
Change your ways, by the morrow,
Three ghosts will guide your path,
These ghosts are of ZeldaFront Christmas: Future, Present, and Past!”
“But Bask, you died!
You can’t be alive!
I killed you years ago, with that poisoned pie!”
Soro said, writhing in fear.
“Do I look alive to you?
Regardless, here’s the scoop:
I’m leaving now, because here comes number one,
The ghost of Christmas Past, let’s give a big whoop!”
So Bask disappeared,
And suddenly, in a flash,
Henvak appeared,
Dressed up with panache!
“Beware Soro, of what you are!
Wouldn’t you rather have been like before?
Remember the past, that’s when I died,
And prepare, for a time, for ghost number twice!”
Soro sat, cowering in fear,
As Henvak walked out,
Jingle bells could be hear’d.
Because down came the stairs was Good Saint Nibaw!
He let out a chuckle,
And hugged Soro tight,
“Hello, little boy,
And happy Christmas Night!”
Soro, repulsed, stepped back a few,
Only to realize, something stinked, Pee-Yu!
He slowly turned his head, and was taken by surprise,
As he lay against a reindeer, which peed in his eyes!
Nibaw gave a chuckle,
A bellow more like,
But then burst out into song,
For he was a great singer in his own right.
“You know Sayon and Conroy,
And Collin and Bella,
Arsenic and Lana,
And Keala and Kallima,
But do you recall,
The most famous reindeer of all…
RuNaaf, the Red Nosed Reindeer,
Had a very shiny post!
And if-”
“Stop, foolish Santa,
I get the point,
By why are my RPers,
Dressed up like reindeers?”
“Silence Soro,
My time is short,
If we haven’t convinced you yet,
Then you’ll be convinced, post mortem!”
So Nibaw flew up the stairs,
Led by his reindeer,
As Soro doubled over,
Crying in fear.
So the fog began to roll in,
And eerie music played,
Soro was thinking,
That the end was displayed.
A dark hooded figure,
Crept down from the stairs.
He stood in front of Soro,
He had caught him unawares.
The figure through off his hood,
Soro gasped in surprise,
As Frietpiet the Juggernaut,
Glared into his eyes.
“Beware Soro, this will be fast!
If you don’t change your ways,
ZeldaFront will not last!
Love the Christmas Holidays!”
And Frietpiet walked away,
And Soro sat silent.
He finally understood,
What those ghosts had meant!
He hurried to Aure Cratchett,
Who stood cold,
Shoveling Fausty out into the rain.
“Dear Aure, Dear Aure, where are the RPers?”
“You ordered them upstairs, sir,
They were mighty upset.”
Soro gasped in horror,
Mortified by his mistake.
“Call them back Cratchett,
Call them back.
Tell them I want them down in my office,
ASAP!”
So the RPers grinned at the news,
And hurtled down the stairs.
They gathered in Soro’s office,
A crowd of happy stares.
“Dear RPers Dear RPers,
I’ve seen the light!
Christmas should not be silent,
But happy and bright!”
The entire room cheered,
And with glee they turned around.
They opened their mouthes and called,
“Merry Christmas, one and all!”
But that wasn't the end, far from it, really,
Poor Tiny Tim, called Beltingson, walked in,
And opened his mouth and proclaimed quite freely,
"God frickin bless us, All the ZF Kin!"
And all through the site
Everyone was a-cursin’
And having sword fights!
The reason for this,
Is as plain as can be,
Ebenezer Soro was pissed,
And no one was free.
All were gathered around the tree
Cramped in tight, and grumpily
Because on this board, they were all pressed in
That is to say, all the ZeldaFront kin.
The fairies were wrestling
Like thugs in their beds
While Wyiet the Cat,
Nipped at their heads.
Soro yelled for silence,
As was revealed to him,
He shouted into the violence,
“No Christmas, humph!”
The room grew a-silent
As they all stared distraught.
Wasn’t this against,
Everything they’d been taught?
Soro spoke again, with malice and glee,
“Stop fighting then, and go and RP!”
They grumpily stood, and marched up with their feet,
To the top of the stairs, to plot, mutiny!
They huddled all close,
With malicious intent,
When they noticed someone was missing,
Poor Aure Cratchett was still working over bent!
They shuddered for him,
And prayed silently,
That he could endure,
This night of Christmas Eve.
So their ringleader stood up,
His name was Nibaw,
And so he decided, all abrupt,
“We’ll send three ghosts to him, hahaha!”
They set into action, working hurriedly,
As Fausty the Snowman, a sacrifice, poor guy,
Got shoved down the stairs,
Quite the distraction, when someone dies.
Soro kicked his snow, and then yelled upstairs,
“Come down here, and clean up this mess!”
But nobody answered, and Soro, the unfair,
Had poor Aure Cratchett, clean up Fausty’s rest.
The distraction had been good though,
A feat of nature, the warning was coming,
His old partner, Bask, came down the stairs with woe!
“Ebenezer Soro, hear this warning!”
Soro did freeze, petrified with fright,
He had not seen Bask since,
Last Christmas Eve’s Night!
He slowly nodded, his eyes, shut in a wince.
“This is my warning, Ebenezer Soro!
Change your ways, by the morrow,
Three ghosts will guide your path,
These ghosts are of ZeldaFront Christmas: Future, Present, and Past!”
“But Bask, you died!
You can’t be alive!
I killed you years ago, with that poisoned pie!”
Soro said, writhing in fear.
“Do I look alive to you?
Regardless, here’s the scoop:
I’m leaving now, because here comes number one,
The ghost of Christmas Past, let’s give a big whoop!”
So Bask disappeared,
And suddenly, in a flash,
Henvak appeared,
Dressed up with panache!
“Beware Soro, of what you are!
Wouldn’t you rather have been like before?
Remember the past, that’s when I died,
And prepare, for a time, for ghost number twice!”
Soro sat, cowering in fear,
As Henvak walked out,
Jingle bells could be hear’d.
Because down came the stairs was Good Saint Nibaw!
He let out a chuckle,
And hugged Soro tight,
“Hello, little boy,
And happy Christmas Night!”
Soro, repulsed, stepped back a few,
Only to realize, something stinked, Pee-Yu!
He slowly turned his head, and was taken by surprise,
As he lay against a reindeer, which peed in his eyes!
Nibaw gave a chuckle,
A bellow more like,
But then burst out into song,
For he was a great singer in his own right.
“You know Sayon and Conroy,
And Collin and Bella,
Arsenic and Lana,
And Keala and Kallima,
But do you recall,
The most famous reindeer of all…
RuNaaf, the Red Nosed Reindeer,
Had a very shiny post!
And if-”
“Stop, foolish Santa,
I get the point,
By why are my RPers,
Dressed up like reindeers?”
“Silence Soro,
My time is short,
If we haven’t convinced you yet,
Then you’ll be convinced, post mortem!”
So Nibaw flew up the stairs,
Led by his reindeer,
As Soro doubled over,
Crying in fear.
So the fog began to roll in,
And eerie music played,
Soro was thinking,
That the end was displayed.
A dark hooded figure,
Crept down from the stairs.
He stood in front of Soro,
He had caught him unawares.
The figure through off his hood,
Soro gasped in surprise,
As Frietpiet the Juggernaut,
Glared into his eyes.
“Beware Soro, this will be fast!
If you don’t change your ways,
ZeldaFront will not last!
Love the Christmas Holidays!”
And Frietpiet walked away,
And Soro sat silent.
He finally understood,
What those ghosts had meant!
He hurried to Aure Cratchett,
Who stood cold,
Shoveling Fausty out into the rain.
“Dear Aure, Dear Aure, where are the RPers?”
“You ordered them upstairs, sir,
They were mighty upset.”
Soro gasped in horror,
Mortified by his mistake.
“Call them back Cratchett,
Call them back.
Tell them I want them down in my office,
ASAP!”
So the RPers grinned at the news,
And hurtled down the stairs.
They gathered in Soro’s office,
A crowd of happy stares.
“Dear RPers Dear RPers,
I’ve seen the light!
Christmas should not be silent,
But happy and bright!”
The entire room cheered,
And with glee they turned around.
They opened their mouthes and called,
“Merry Christmas, one and all!”
But that wasn't the end, far from it, really,
Poor Tiny Tim, called Beltingson, walked in,
And opened his mouth and proclaimed quite freely,
"God frickin bless us, All the ZF Kin!"
Hahaha. Well done Belt, well done.
Yay! Wow.
Great stuff. Made me smile.
That was... so utterly hilarious... I'm going to be hard-pressed to try to beat it.
If you don't mind, use someone else with a name that is uncannily close to something of christmas and kill them off. I wanna live!!!!
That was the best Christmas story ever.
QUOTE(Faust @ Dec 9 2006, 11:40 AM)
If you don't mind, use someone else with a name that is uncannily close to something of christmas and kill them off. I wanna live!!!!
Well, look on the bright side. It's better than if you weren't in the story at all. There's quite a few people who weren't in it at all.
Anyway, The had to be the funniest and best Christmas Story I've ever heard! And you even included Wyiet! The RuNaff thing had to make me laugh.
Okay, I'm starting now. And I'd like everyone's permission, please, to include your characters (or at least their names) in my piece. It's going to be a Zf-wide Christmas party!
You've got my permission for Wyiet, Sayon, and Kira.
'k, thanks.
And an update: my story is now three pages long in Word and I'm just getting to the actual party. I think it's going to be kinda long.
And an update: my story is now three pages long in Word and I'm just getting to the actual party. I think it's going to be kinda long.
No permission for Fausty the snowman.
Faust = Maybe
Faust = Maybe
No problem. Cruor and James are at your disposal, my lady.
You can have Conroy, and Alyden if you want, for your story ^^
EDIT: And what's so bad about Fausty the Snowman? I thought it was really funny XDDD
EDIT: And what's so bad about Fausty the Snowman? I thought it was really funny XDDD
You can use Gluv, Juto and Smithy (though most don't even know who Smithy is).
You can use Morgath and the thing inside his head 
Thank you! NOW this is going to get really fun... and I've already got Kallima's permission, I bugged her earlier.
Sorry about the double post... it is finished!
‘Twas the night before Christmas…
Actually, it was the week before Christmas and everyone was running around like madpeople, trying to get everything decorated before people started arriving. It was their turn to host the annual Zeldafront holiday party, which started on December the twenty-fourth and went until January eighth. So it wasn’t exactly just any old party… it was more a couple weeks of crazy partying ‘till midnight and sleeping late the next morning. Everybody LOVED it. However, the preparation behind the party was extremely stressful. Keala and Sonsa were racing top-speed around the clearing, trimming vines, trying to put up a tree, hardly stopping to do anything except grab a berry or two or a sip of water. Naira, too, was flitting around, carrying long garlands of evergreen that she was hanging from tree branches.
After a lot of failed attempts at getting a full-size tree into the center of the clearing, Sonsa and Keala decided that they’d plant a smaller tree in the middle and have Sonsa accelerate its growth. Once that was done, all three set to decorating the mini-tree so that they wouldn’t have to decorate it later, when it was full-sized. Even Keala, who was five-nine, figured she couldn’t get the topper on a seven-to-ten-foot tall tree. Naira had thrown together a long string of berries, leaves, and flowers that looked absolutely beautiful on their three-foot tree, even though it was a little big. Sonsa worked her magic on the tree, and the trio left it alone, growing at a steady pace of a half an inch an hour.
Next on the list was to make the clearing bigger. Nobody wanted to cut down any trees—that would have really bothered Sonsa and Naira—but the area was just too small for the whole of Zeldafront to come and party. The clearing would fit forty people, max, and Keala estimated that there were about eighty to a hundred people in Zf. So this meant expanding somehow. Naira came up with the perfect suggestion: find an adjacent or nearby clearing and connect the two somehow. Sonsa knew exactly where to go. She disappeared into the trees momentarily, and then reappeared seconds later.
“I’ve found it!” she announced. “Only a few feet that way,” she pointed, “is a clearing even bigger than this one. C’mon, come check it out.” The kokiri grabbed Keala by the arm and dragged the mage into the adjacent clearing.
It was bigger; almost twice as big, actually.
“Whoa,” Keala breathed. “This is going to be awesome.”
“I hate to burst your bubbles, but…” Naira started.
“But what?” asked Keala.
“How are we going to connect the two clearings together? The forest is at its densest at the crossing point.”
“Okay, now we have a problem,” Keala grumbled. “And I was just starting to think that this would be successful.”
“It will be successful, don’t worry,” encouraged Sonsa. “We’ll make it work.”
“But you don’t want to chop down any trees…”
“I don’t want to chop down any living trees. Look.” Sonsa pointed out. “Most of the trees are dead. You can just burn them down.”
“Fire is dangerous,” warned Keala. “It could get out of hand.”
“We’ll just be very, very careful. Like I said, we’ll make it work.”
“…Okay…”
Keala flicked a small flame into being over her palm. “Are you still so sure about this?” she asked.
“Sure I’m sure,” replied Sonsa optimistically.
“Alright, here we go…” she tossed the flame at the base of one of the dead trees. It flared up instantly, igniting the dead trees nearby as well. As Keala had warned Sonsa, the fire was soon out of hand, attacking living trees nearby.
“This is not good!” exclaimed the mage, as she jumped into the center of the blaze to try to extinguish it. Sonsa grabbed a big leaf and started beating back the flames from the other trees. After much beating of the flames from Sonsa’s side and suppressing them from Keala’s side, they were down to one hungry little tongue of fire, which was licking its way up a small green sapling. Keala scooped it up in her hands before it had much of a chance to do too much damage and squashed it between her palms.
“Finally,” Sonsa panted. Her crazy hair had partly escaped its pigtails and was frizzing all around her face, which had smudges of soot all over it. Her green clothing now had black marks all over and some of the hems were singed. A few of her fingers had minor burns on them, but other than that, the damage was superficial. Keala, on the other hand, had escaped with hardly a mark on her. The only thing that showed that she had just been fighting flames was her lack of breath and frazzled appearance. None of her clothes were singed, and she was not burned at all.
Naira fluttered into the scene, having hidden up a tree for a while.
“Is it over?” she asked.
“Yep,” replied Keala grimly. “Now all we have to do is get rid of the ashes.”
Sonsa, Keala, and Naira set to work clearing away the ashes silently, Keala suppressing the urge to say “I told you so” to Sonsa.
At long last, everything was ready. It was now the morning of Christmas Eve and the sun was shining brightly on the now-connected clearings. All the rubble from the burn had been cleared away, the tree was now ten feet tall, and all the decorations were put in place. Keala and Sonsa had stayed up late into the night for the past few nights, cooking by the light of some torches that Keala had made and Naira had mounted in trees around their workspace. The food was prepared and stored safely. The invitations had been delivered at last year’s party, so that had been taken care of for quite some time. Now all there was to do was wait as patiently as possible.
The guests began arriving around noontime. First to arrive were Sayon, Wyiet, and Kira. Sayon bounced right into the clearing with the giant Christmas tree in it and exclaimed,
“Ooh, pretty! It’s sparkly! Lookit, Kira, a sparkly tree!”
“Hello, Sayon,” Keala greeted him. “And hello, Kira,” she added as Kira came in. Wyiet, who made up the rear, was greeted by Sonsa in his own language.
“Hi, Wyiet,” she meowed.
“Mraow,” the cat responded. Kira’s kittens followed Wyiet in and were greeted in type. Each responded with a “mraow.”
About ten minutes later, Kallima, followed by Mira and Kria, entered the clearing.
“Hello, Kallima. Hello, Mira. Hello, Kria,” Naira said as they arrived. Kria flew up next to Mira and they flitted around the treetops, swapping “you’d-never-believe-what-my-kokiri-did” stories. Mira and Sonsa started telling “you’d-never-believe-what-my-fairy-did” stories, and Keala, Kira, and Kallima chatted amongst themselves, catching up on the year. Sayon ran around from group to group, saying random things at random intervals and being an all-over crazy kokiri.
After some catching up and some brief but harmless incidents (Kria almost got eaten by a hawk, Sayon decided to explore the giant Christmas tree and disappeared into the branches for twenty minutes, an especially heavy evergreen garland fell on Keala’s head), the rest of the guests arrived in a big mob. Keala showed them all in and the party was going full-force!
Around nine o’ clock that night, Morgath and Cruor found the hidden stash of what Sonsa called “dangerous chemicals.” It was, basically, spiked eggnog. What resulted was utterly chaotic and totally insane. Keala was very glad that they had only stashed enough for a few nights, instead of storing enough to last the entire sixteen days.
The celebrations were loud. They were crazy. Everybody got headaches. And everyone loved it. Admitted, a couple times James had a little too much beer and nearly slammed into a few people, but nobody was injured. Sonsa ended up curled up in a ball by midnight most nights, fast asleep, as were Naira, Mira, Kria, and Kira. Sayon had a lot of energy and was always the last one to crash. Conroy, Alyden, and Faust were often trying to calm Sayon down, so they were also some of the last to crash. Everyone else, like Keala, Kallima, Gluv, Juto, and all the other party guests, stayed up later than Sonsa but were out earlier than Sayon: a nice happy medium.
Finally, after sixteen days of partying, drinking, talking, and shouting, the holiday festival (if you could call it that) was over. Everybody was tired, including Sayon, and the first guests began filing out around two. Mira, Kria, and Kallima had volunteered to host the next year’s party, which would take place somewhere in Hyrule Field. People left in clusters and said their goodbyes, planning what would happen when next they all met.
At last, everyone was gone. The clearings had the obvious look of having held an enormous, long party, and the giant tree was a little bit smaller than it had been originally. Sonsa, Naira, and Keala were absolutely drained. This had certainly been a party to remember, and all hoped that the next year’s holiday bash would be just as good. Mira and Kallima seemed to have something up their sleeves… Kria hinted around at what it could be, merely causing frustration at her tendency to speak in riddles.
And now, the tale is told. The party is over. And life returns to normal in Zeldafront. At least, until next year…
‘Twas the night before Christmas…
Actually, it was the week before Christmas and everyone was running around like madpeople, trying to get everything decorated before people started arriving. It was their turn to host the annual Zeldafront holiday party, which started on December the twenty-fourth and went until January eighth. So it wasn’t exactly just any old party… it was more a couple weeks of crazy partying ‘till midnight and sleeping late the next morning. Everybody LOVED it. However, the preparation behind the party was extremely stressful. Keala and Sonsa were racing top-speed around the clearing, trimming vines, trying to put up a tree, hardly stopping to do anything except grab a berry or two or a sip of water. Naira, too, was flitting around, carrying long garlands of evergreen that she was hanging from tree branches.
After a lot of failed attempts at getting a full-size tree into the center of the clearing, Sonsa and Keala decided that they’d plant a smaller tree in the middle and have Sonsa accelerate its growth. Once that was done, all three set to decorating the mini-tree so that they wouldn’t have to decorate it later, when it was full-sized. Even Keala, who was five-nine, figured she couldn’t get the topper on a seven-to-ten-foot tall tree. Naira had thrown together a long string of berries, leaves, and flowers that looked absolutely beautiful on their three-foot tree, even though it was a little big. Sonsa worked her magic on the tree, and the trio left it alone, growing at a steady pace of a half an inch an hour.
Next on the list was to make the clearing bigger. Nobody wanted to cut down any trees—that would have really bothered Sonsa and Naira—but the area was just too small for the whole of Zeldafront to come and party. The clearing would fit forty people, max, and Keala estimated that there were about eighty to a hundred people in Zf. So this meant expanding somehow. Naira came up with the perfect suggestion: find an adjacent or nearby clearing and connect the two somehow. Sonsa knew exactly where to go. She disappeared into the trees momentarily, and then reappeared seconds later.
“I’ve found it!” she announced. “Only a few feet that way,” she pointed, “is a clearing even bigger than this one. C’mon, come check it out.” The kokiri grabbed Keala by the arm and dragged the mage into the adjacent clearing.
It was bigger; almost twice as big, actually.
“Whoa,” Keala breathed. “This is going to be awesome.”
“I hate to burst your bubbles, but…” Naira started.
“But what?” asked Keala.
“How are we going to connect the two clearings together? The forest is at its densest at the crossing point.”
“Okay, now we have a problem,” Keala grumbled. “And I was just starting to think that this would be successful.”
“It will be successful, don’t worry,” encouraged Sonsa. “We’ll make it work.”
“But you don’t want to chop down any trees…”
“I don’t want to chop down any living trees. Look.” Sonsa pointed out. “Most of the trees are dead. You can just burn them down.”
“Fire is dangerous,” warned Keala. “It could get out of hand.”
“We’ll just be very, very careful. Like I said, we’ll make it work.”
“…Okay…”
Keala flicked a small flame into being over her palm. “Are you still so sure about this?” she asked.
“Sure I’m sure,” replied Sonsa optimistically.
“Alright, here we go…” she tossed the flame at the base of one of the dead trees. It flared up instantly, igniting the dead trees nearby as well. As Keala had warned Sonsa, the fire was soon out of hand, attacking living trees nearby.
“This is not good!” exclaimed the mage, as she jumped into the center of the blaze to try to extinguish it. Sonsa grabbed a big leaf and started beating back the flames from the other trees. After much beating of the flames from Sonsa’s side and suppressing them from Keala’s side, they were down to one hungry little tongue of fire, which was licking its way up a small green sapling. Keala scooped it up in her hands before it had much of a chance to do too much damage and squashed it between her palms.
“Finally,” Sonsa panted. Her crazy hair had partly escaped its pigtails and was frizzing all around her face, which had smudges of soot all over it. Her green clothing now had black marks all over and some of the hems were singed. A few of her fingers had minor burns on them, but other than that, the damage was superficial. Keala, on the other hand, had escaped with hardly a mark on her. The only thing that showed that she had just been fighting flames was her lack of breath and frazzled appearance. None of her clothes were singed, and she was not burned at all.
Naira fluttered into the scene, having hidden up a tree for a while.
“Is it over?” she asked.
“Yep,” replied Keala grimly. “Now all we have to do is get rid of the ashes.”
Sonsa, Keala, and Naira set to work clearing away the ashes silently, Keala suppressing the urge to say “I told you so” to Sonsa.
At long last, everything was ready. It was now the morning of Christmas Eve and the sun was shining brightly on the now-connected clearings. All the rubble from the burn had been cleared away, the tree was now ten feet tall, and all the decorations were put in place. Keala and Sonsa had stayed up late into the night for the past few nights, cooking by the light of some torches that Keala had made and Naira had mounted in trees around their workspace. The food was prepared and stored safely. The invitations had been delivered at last year’s party, so that had been taken care of for quite some time. Now all there was to do was wait as patiently as possible.
The guests began arriving around noontime. First to arrive were Sayon, Wyiet, and Kira. Sayon bounced right into the clearing with the giant Christmas tree in it and exclaimed,
“Ooh, pretty! It’s sparkly! Lookit, Kira, a sparkly tree!”
“Hello, Sayon,” Keala greeted him. “And hello, Kira,” she added as Kira came in. Wyiet, who made up the rear, was greeted by Sonsa in his own language.
“Hi, Wyiet,” she meowed.
“Mraow,” the cat responded. Kira’s kittens followed Wyiet in and were greeted in type. Each responded with a “mraow.”
About ten minutes later, Kallima, followed by Mira and Kria, entered the clearing.
“Hello, Kallima. Hello, Mira. Hello, Kria,” Naira said as they arrived. Kria flew up next to Mira and they flitted around the treetops, swapping “you’d-never-believe-what-my-kokiri-did” stories. Mira and Sonsa started telling “you’d-never-believe-what-my-fairy-did” stories, and Keala, Kira, and Kallima chatted amongst themselves, catching up on the year. Sayon ran around from group to group, saying random things at random intervals and being an all-over crazy kokiri.
After some catching up and some brief but harmless incidents (Kria almost got eaten by a hawk, Sayon decided to explore the giant Christmas tree and disappeared into the branches for twenty minutes, an especially heavy evergreen garland fell on Keala’s head), the rest of the guests arrived in a big mob. Keala showed them all in and the party was going full-force!
Around nine o’ clock that night, Morgath and Cruor found the hidden stash of what Sonsa called “dangerous chemicals.” It was, basically, spiked eggnog. What resulted was utterly chaotic and totally insane. Keala was very glad that they had only stashed enough for a few nights, instead of storing enough to last the entire sixteen days.
The celebrations were loud. They were crazy. Everybody got headaches. And everyone loved it. Admitted, a couple times James had a little too much beer and nearly slammed into a few people, but nobody was injured. Sonsa ended up curled up in a ball by midnight most nights, fast asleep, as were Naira, Mira, Kria, and Kira. Sayon had a lot of energy and was always the last one to crash. Conroy, Alyden, and Faust were often trying to calm Sayon down, so they were also some of the last to crash. Everyone else, like Keala, Kallima, Gluv, Juto, and all the other party guests, stayed up later than Sonsa but were out earlier than Sayon: a nice happy medium.
Finally, after sixteen days of partying, drinking, talking, and shouting, the holiday festival (if you could call it that) was over. Everybody was tired, including Sayon, and the first guests began filing out around two. Mira, Kria, and Kallima had volunteered to host the next year’s party, which would take place somewhere in Hyrule Field. People left in clusters and said their goodbyes, planning what would happen when next they all met.
At last, everyone was gone. The clearings had the obvious look of having held an enormous, long party, and the giant tree was a little bit smaller than it had been originally. Sonsa, Naira, and Keala were absolutely drained. This had certainly been a party to remember, and all hoped that the next year’s holiday bash would be just as good. Mira and Kallima seemed to have something up their sleeves… Kria hinted around at what it could be, merely causing frustration at her tendency to speak in riddles.
And now, the tale is told. The party is over. And life returns to normal in Zeldafront. At least, until next year…
QUOTE(Faust @ Dec 9 2006, 09:55 PM)
No permission for Fausty the snowman.
Faust = Maybe
Fausty the snowman was cool.
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I will post the next year's party. I need permission. I require somebody to get sugar high off of candy canes.
Edit: I have Keala's permission already, so no one get mad at me when she doesn't post her permission and she's in my story.
Cool! Sayon was a really big character!!!
The only thing I thought could have been better was the first part where they were decorating the place. It seemed not too imporatant (except for the meadow part as that was the whole conflict in the story). But, still, great story.
Also, I volunteer for Sayon to get suger-high off of candy canes. He's practically suger-high on air so yeah.
Also, as long as no one isn't killing any of my characters in their stories, I give permission to everyone to use Sayon, Wyiet, Kira, and all the other kittens.
The only thing I thought could have been better was the first part where they were decorating the place. It seemed not too imporatant (except for the meadow part as that was the whole conflict in the story). But, still, great story.
Also, I volunteer for Sayon to get suger-high off of candy canes.
He's practically suger-high on air so yeah. Also, as long as no one isn't killing any of my characters in their stories, I give permission to everyone to use Sayon, Wyiet, Kira, and all the other kittens.
Also, I forgot to put something very important at the end of my story. Go back and read it.
*shrugs* I was just having some fun. And it was pretty fun to write where they nearly burnt down the entire forest. And I figured Sayon would be fun to write, especially to see his reaction to the big tree.
@Belt: Looks good... just one stanza, though?
@Belt: Looks good... just one stanza, though?
Nice ending, it really fits.
And for Keala - great story, and entertaining also! I can't wait to read everyone else's.
And for Keala - great story, and entertaining also! I can't wait to read everyone else's.
I'm going to be done with mine tomorrow. I notice that it isn't nearly as happy or funny as everyone else's, however. I wrote it like I was posting as Kraes (which I was going to). Knowing Kraes, it is kind of a bittersweet story with a happy ending! 
Things will explode. People will get drunk. No one will die. I need permission to use your characters! Sayon will get a massive sugar-rush. If he comes.
Permissions please!
Permissions please!
Use Beltingson. He created Drunk Parties and Raves.
I guess you can use Kraes...
Oh yeah, I forgot something. No getting Sayon, Kira, or any of the kittens drunk please!
So... Kira/Kittens/Sayon cann't get drunk? Okay, I can do that. Just to clarify, Sayon can get a massive sugar rush, right? Does this mean I have permission for Sayon/Wyiet/Kira/Kittens in my story?
I need more than one person to get sugar high off of candy canes. Permissions, please!
Faust = No permission.
Sorry, but he cannot go sugar-high.
Sorry, but he cannot go sugar-high.
May I at least have him in there? This is a continuation off of Keala's story.
QUOTE(Faust @ Dec 10 2006, 04:05 PM)
So... Kira/Kittens/Sayon cann't get drunk? Okay, I can do that. Just to clarify, Sayon can get a massive sugar rush, right? Does this mean I have permission for Sayon/Wyiet/Kira/Kittens in my story?
Sayon can but make sure he still doesn't do wrong icky stuff.
Also yes to the last question IF you keep them in character please.
Of course. I know what to do and what not do.
Keep my chars in character and they're all in. Sonsa, Naira, and Keala. The terrible trio.
You may use my characters. No, let me rephrase that: Please use my characters.
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