Jai-Lynn's+Myth

by Jai-Lynn
 Long ago, even before the dinosaurs, there were elves working under the Earth’s surface. They worked way, way below. Their job was to keep plates of earth from moving. They had been doing this for so long that no one knew what would happen if a plate did move. The main, most productive, and loyal elves’ names were Alexander, Pierson, Ashlen, Spencer, and Ice.

 One day Pierson came into work and was so excited. He called everybody over to his station. “What is so important? We have work to do Pier!” yelled Spencer, the most impatient felf (female elf) you would ever meet.

 Pierson began to explain, “I just won an all expense paid trip to a place that’s made of ice and only ice.” He said, “I’m allowed to bring four guests. I want you guys to come.”

 The elves started to exchange some looks but then Ashlen said, “None of us are going. Are we guys?” They all shook their heads and looked down at their feet. No one dared to step up to Ashlen. She’s scary, not to mention bossy.

 The next day was really hectic. They moved eight plates, the coffee machine broke, and had three more plates almost moved when Pierson finally came into work with a suitcase. He was very late but happy. He said joyfully, “Everybody gather round. Come on now, I haven’t got all day. Okay now that I have you all here, I am going to the place they have decided to name Antarctica. I don’t know why, but they did. Now this is the last time I’m going to ask you all; is anybody coming?” he asked.

 Everybody looked at Ashlen then at Pierson, who had pleading eyes, and shook their heads no. Pierson looked at Alexander and said, “Come on you’re like a brother to me. Are you really going to stay at this boring place instead of going on a fun and exciting trip with me?”

Alexander nodded and walked back to the station trying not to cry. He was always the sensitive one. The crowd decreased, and they all went back to work.

 Four months later, Pierson still hadn’t returned. Four months with almost no laughter, no joking around, and no making fun of the new guys who panicked every time a plate tried to move. Because he was always the funniest guy in the whole factory, Pierson, kept morale high with entertainment. When he left, everything went crashing down, like AIG. The days got boring. Boring days turned into boring weeks, and boring weeks turned into boring months. Eventually, the workers just stopped working all together, then it happened. One of the plates moved. It scraped against another really hard and they started to rumble. The rumble was so extreme and shaky that the elves disintegrated.

 But before they did, Ice, who has always been good with making names up for important things, yelled, “Earthquake!!!” She yelled it so loud that it echos in the back of peoples’ head today so they know what to call it. The plates moved all of the time but got tired. They just fell asleep, but when one of them gets a spurt of energy it moves. Now, for those of you wondering, Pierson is still out there somewhere in Antarctica, making sure it stays cold. Hey, elves like to work.

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