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Piccolo was always told a certain story when they were a small fawn. It was
about two men and the mess they caused a whole village. But I won't sit
here and ramble about it; instead, I will tell it to you.
(Spoiler warning! Note: this is quite long, I
can't seem to make myself write anything short. If you want to read
the summary and skip the story I understand c:
If 1,000 words is too long, the gist of the story is that a Sheer goes to attack an
old miser in the hopes of finding treasure. This only ends in tragedy,
with the lesson of greed getting you nowhere and all that.
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Amaranth's Quest for the Fabled Treasure
Once upon a time in a land much like this one with rolling
hills, windswept grass, salty rock cliffs, and the scent of the sea in the air
all year, there lived two Sheer.
The first Sheer was young. He was the son of a fisher and he had grand
dreams. He wanted to become a Sheer people known for years after his death.
The second Sheer was an old miser who lived alone atop a hill in a copse of
twisted trees that may have been there for hundreds of years. He was a Sheer
stingy with his money and rarely did he leave his dwelling to come into town.
Now the first Sheer, whose name was Amaranth, had heard extraordinary
tales of riches buried within the hill on which the second Sheer lived. Amaranth
went ahead and decided that he would go and seek this treasure and take it for his
own. Then he would be remembered for a long time indeed, and he would live in a
grand mansion with servants and butlers and a pile of gold to sleep on at night.
So one day Amaranth took a sword with him into the market, where he might
gain the attention of many Sheer, and he stood on a crate of old peaches and
said: "My fellow Sheer, we have heaps of wealth under our very noses. The old miser
is selfishly keeping great amounts of treasure in his home, and I plan to take it.
Come with me to the house of the old miser on the hill, and you shall be renowned as
heroes then live in comfort for the rest of your days."
The Sheer in the marketplace, quite enticed by the offer of Amaranth, hurried from
the market to their various huts and farms. They soon returned with all manner of weapons
with which to obtain the treasure. Amaranth, envisioning great heaps of gold and diamonds
and ancient idols inside the hill, thrust his long iron sword into the air and led the Sheer
towards the house of the old miser.
When the Sheer arrived at the great oak doors of the old miser's home, they
were causing an uproar of shouting and hollering at the old miser to leave his home.
The old miser finally did come to the door, opening but a small slat at eye-level.
Without waiting for even a word from the old miser, Amaranth ran up to
the small slat and shouted at the miser. “Grant us the treasure you have hoarded
in the hill and we shall cause you no harm!” The rest of the Sheer in the great
mob roared their assent.
The old miser’s cold grey eyes widened at this, however his voice
failed to shake. “If it is treasure you seek, you will not succeed. No
treasure is within this hill.”
Amaranth snarled at the old miser. “Lies! You have treasure, heaps
of gold and jewels and ancient artifacts! They shall be ours, or we might
go forth and make them ours!”
“There is no treasure here, I swear on my right hoof!” the old miser
began to protest, however his words were overpowered by the furious cries
of the crowd.
With not a word from Amaranth, the crowd pushed ahead and began to
assault the great oak doors with their great horns and various weaponry. Soon
the door was broken and the Sheer entered, Amaranth and his sword at their
head.
After the Sheer had entered the home of the old miser, they began to
shout at him. They asked where the treasure was, ordered him to lead them
to it. The old miser only repeated the simple statement that no treasure was
in the hill or the house.
The Sheer did not believe the old miser. Instead of retreating and
resuming their normal activities, the mob attacked him. Amaranth
was the first to come at the old miser and the rest of the Sheer followed,
sparing no mercy as they used their varied weapons.
The old miser dead on the floor, the mob of Sheer did begin to
explore the house in the hopes of finding the treasure. The house of the
old miser was not large, every room and hall fully pulled apart in search
of treasure within the hour.
Soon Amaranth began to doubt that there was any treasure at all. But
instead of telling the others of his worry, he simply asked them to keep up
their search.
After the evening had passed, more and more Sheer began to grow
weary of the constant search, the scouring of every room again and again,
and many soon came to the conclusion that Amaranth had tricked them.
Still, Amaranth continued to tell the Sheer that they just hadn’t yet
found the treasure yet. It was around there somewhere, he said, he was sure
of it.
When the moon rose in the sky, one especially fatigued lady Sheer simply
up and shouted, “It is a trick! This demon-Sheer has lied to us and forced us
to kill an old miser who never did do any harm to us!”
Many Sheer agreed with her statement. Shouts of “trick!” “killer!”
filled the room. The lady Sheer who had made a statement earlier then
proceeded, “This cruel Sheer has made us slaughter an innocent miser!
The same must be done unto him!”
Now shouts of “an eye for an eye”, then “a tooth for a tooth”, and
finally “a life for a life!” enveloped Amaranth who stood in the middle
of the dark dwelling, the body of the old miser to his side. He stepped back
and his sword fell onto the cold stone floor as the mob surrounded him.
“Life for a life! Life for a life!” No sooner had this final holler left
the lady Sheer’s lips then the mob descended upon Amaranth, leaving him
dead. They left his body on the floor while gently carrying out that of the
old miser for proper burial, leaving Amaranth’s corpse to grow cold on the
floor.
“Greed and violence shall lead you to nowhere but to an early grave.”
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Okay, that was really long. Sorry about that, Boxie, you're probably swamped in forms as it is!
I tried to write in in a sort of old-fairy-tale style, so I didn't focus too much on characters or
descriptions and I tried to select words differently than I normally do if that makes any sense?
I hope it turned out alright.
Well, good luck everyone, and I hope you all have a great day!
~Feb: 14 My B-day!~ 
