In the icy realm of the North, where the auroras danced like celestial banners and the winds sang ancient songs, Kris Kringle had risen as a beacon of hope. The elves, their spirits long burdened by fear, now looked upon him with reverence and love. They hailed him as their savior, their Santa Claus, a title that in their tongue meant “King of the Elves.” Yet, in the shadow of this newfound unity, another story was unfolding—a darker tale of envy and betrayal.
Clyde, Kris’s own brother, had once been his closest companion. Together, they had braved the bitter winters and uncovered the secrets of the North’s ancient magic. But while Kris wielded this power with humility, Clyde saw it as a prize unjustly denied to him. The accolades heaped upon Kris festered in Clyde’s heart, twisting admiration into jealousy and admiration into resentment. To Clyde, the adoration of the elves was a crown that should rest on his head, for had he not been the first to sense the magic in the North? Had he not, too, suffered the trials of the snow demons?
As the elves celebrated their golden age, Clyde grew distant, his laughter replaced by a brooding silence. He watched from the fringes as Kris’s name was sung in joy, each note striking him like a blade. His envy became a poison, spreading through his thoughts and corrupting his very soul. What began as a yearning for recognition morphed into something far darker—a burning desire to reclaim what he believed was rightfully his.
Deep in the frozen wastes, far from the warmth of the elven hearths, Clyde began to scheme. He whispered to the shadows and plotted in secret. If the elves revered Kris as their king, then Clyde would rise as their reckoner. For jealousy is a cruel master, and Clyde was no longer himself; he was a creature forged in bitterness and fueled by a need to prove his worth.
Thus, the bond of brotherhood began to fray, and the North stood on the precipice of yet another storm, one born not of snow, but of betrayal.
mccollunsky 5 days ago
It looks like Miles, Kevin and Rudy have fallen into a long winter’s nap.
LookingGlass Premium Member 5 days ago
So now we know how – - Krampus came to being!!!
:-O
Ida No 4 days ago
Clyde: “My Preciousususussss.”
ComicKing456 Premium Member 4 days ago
How did they start a fire in snow with no rocks in sight for them to use? So how did they get the rocks?
Ellis97 4 days ago
And so, the plot thickens.
Crandlemire 4 days ago
In the icy realm of the North, where the auroras danced like celestial banners and the winds sang ancient songs, Kris Kringle had risen as a beacon of hope. The elves, their spirits long burdened by fear, now looked upon him with reverence and love. They hailed him as their savior, their Santa Claus, a title that in their tongue meant “King of the Elves.” Yet, in the shadow of this newfound unity, another story was unfolding—a darker tale of envy and betrayal.
Clyde, Kris’s own brother, had once been his closest companion. Together, they had braved the bitter winters and uncovered the secrets of the North’s ancient magic. But while Kris wielded this power with humility, Clyde saw it as a prize unjustly denied to him. The accolades heaped upon Kris festered in Clyde’s heart, twisting admiration into jealousy and admiration into resentment. To Clyde, the adoration of the elves was a crown that should rest on his head, for had he not been the first to sense the magic in the North? Had he not, too, suffered the trials of the snow demons?
As the elves celebrated their golden age, Clyde grew distant, his laughter replaced by a brooding silence. He watched from the fringes as Kris’s name was sung in joy, each note striking him like a blade. His envy became a poison, spreading through his thoughts and corrupting his very soul. What began as a yearning for recognition morphed into something far darker—a burning desire to reclaim what he believed was rightfully his.
Deep in the frozen wastes, far from the warmth of the elven hearths, Clyde began to scheme. He whispered to the shadows and plotted in secret. If the elves revered Kris as their king, then Clyde would rise as their reckoner. For jealousy is a cruel master, and Clyde was no longer himself; he was a creature forged in bitterness and fueled by a need to prove his worth.
Thus, the bond of brotherhood began to fray, and the North stood on the precipice of yet another storm, one born not of snow, but of betrayal.
6turtle9 4 days ago
Ah, the power of Yule. Will we learn of Krampus, the Yule Log, the Yule Goat? Maybe, but Yule have to wait until Monday to find out.
Teto85 Premium Member 4 days ago
Clyde was not worthy.
William Bludworth Premium Member 4 days ago
Did Ned Flanders leave “The Simpsons” for this gig?