Dawning Creations

I could hear the distant thunder,
could feel the rumble under my feet.
They encircled my hideaway.
Grumbling indiscreetly, and stomping around.

I shook with laughter.
They would never see me.
I was camouflaged with mud and
brackish water.
I stunk of it as it clung to my clothes and skin.
I held my breath best I could.
I was safe, and unseen.

The giants tantrumed, obliterating trees
and brush. The corpses of what they left behind
lay in the already choked stream and ponds.

They searched and searched but to no avail.
I watched them leave.
Leaving the water, wringing my sopping clothes,
I held what they sought after me for.

A tiny crystal reflected in the sunlight
that shone through a snapped tree trunk.
The light procured thousands of emerald prisms
over the stream, over me.

I smiled and marveled at this sight.
I walked along the bank.
I reached the old gnome tree home.
I rapped three times and he opened.
When I handed him the crystal and tears welled in his eyes.

He asked me about the destruction
left from their hunt for me.
I only frowned, feeling unable to tell him.
He patted my shoulder and thanked me.

I turned and walked back…

I wanted to visit him again but I could never find this place again.