Cry, Xeni, Cry: Xeni the Gnome

Once upon a time…

… a humble and well-meaning gnome name Xeni dwelt in a house that his grandfather had erected for his father, who made it his life’s work to maintain for his son. Xeni, recognizing the sacrifices his forefathers made, committed his life to protecting his house, keeping it tidy until he one day had a family. However, there lived a sneaky person that was greatly interested in taking advantage of others, and when he saw the price that land such as Xeni’s could yield, he quickly put Xeni’s house up for purchase, without even thinking to inform darling Xeni of his actions. Now, in most world’s, selling someone else’s house would not be a permissible act, but the sneaky person that did the doing had authority which was backed by law, and this law stated he was in charge.
Helpless against the sneaky person’s crafty ways and position in the law, Xeni consulted his friend about on the issue. His friend however, scared to fight the law, directed Xeni to a small business ran by Fandy Peddleguire.
After Xeni had unloaded his tale into Fandy’s mind for input, Fandy agreed to help the helpless Xeni. Before he could give any aid to Xeni though, Sandy said that he first had to try re-communicate his affection towards a past wife whom he wrongfully divorced. As it turned out, Fandy required help in arranging a meeting with his former wife, and Xeni was just the gnome to do it as he was Sandy’s Wife’s gardening counselor, and he met with her twice a week to discuss plants and the such.
Convinced that Xeni’s plan would work, Fandy agreed to assist him on the spot, and informed Xeni that if he allowed him to run his business from inside Xeni’s house the sneaky person’s shenanigans to go on any longer, for in this land, businesses may not be un-erected.
The next day Xeni was walking to his house so that he could awaite the arrival of dear Fandy’s wife, which would allow him to so that his plan could be put into action, and his plan was this. As soon as Fandy’s wife made herself present for gardening lessons, Fandy would get slightly fresher with her then his plants, which would be the signal for Fandy to reveal himself and “save” his wife from Xeni’s Columbus like hands.
When Fandy’s short-lost love had finally made herself present, Xeni began to act. However, after a few moments of his unwanted fondles, Fandy did not arrive, and so Xeni figured that he must have not been rough enough, for maybe Fandy thought this was how he always behaved and that it was nothing out of the normal. It was this thought process that lead to Xeni being more aggressive then initially planned. After several moments of improper handling with Fandy’s wife, she bolted out the door in tears leaving Xeni standing alone, and ashamed. Fandy was no where to be found.
That night Xeni had horrible dreams of the after-life that might await those who behaved such as he had earlier that day. It was not a jolly dream, and instead of the usual flowers and dandy memories that often graced his wandering and sleeping mind, he was plagued with images of death, rape, eternal damnation and fire. He then awoke screaming to see that all of his possessions had been lit aflame, and not only his possessions, but his dear house that had been handed down to him was also basking in fires from Hades. Was this God? Was he finally dealing out Xeni’s punishment, to burn the only thing he had cared for? Maybe instead of striking Xeni down on the spot of his foul actions he decided to wait until the night and hit him where it hurt most.
Xeni Rushed outside to find help, to get some means of putting the fierce flames to rest. When Xeni made it outside, he immediately saw that his losses were worse. His garden had been ripped to shreds and his tools lay everywhere, broken and shattered against the shredded ground and uprooted roots of his beloved life. He then saw a man standing before him, eyes lit red by the foul flame that plagued Xeni’s life. Here was the man that had ruined him. The mere sight of the mortal that had done this to Xeni filled him with undying rage, and Xeni could do nothing but charge his oppressor. He saw the stranger stoop down and pick something off the ground, it must have been one of his tools. Actually, Xeni was positive this was one of his tools, for this was very easy for him to decipher up close after his gardening shovel his penetrated his impish arm and sent searing pain through his soul, which was not long for his short body. After repeated strikes from the unknown figure, Xeni’s mind went blank, and he knew no more.