It is an early in the morning when you awake from your tiny makeshift bed made out of a flower peddle, your house is a tiny miniature hut made of twigs and a leaf as a roof. You walk outside to see many naked humans like yourself wandering around the village, doing their day to day chores like collecting dirt for walls and to keep the bugs out and mashing tiny insects for meals. “damn, I’m never gonna get used to being naked In front of so many people but I guess we have no choice” you say to yourself as you exit your hut. The sun beats down on your insect sized bodies as everybody is doing their part. Your village is a rather big one that sits next to a massive tree that provides protection from rain and a small puddle (that is about as big as a lake to humans) sits next to it that provides drinking water as well as bugs that come to close to it. The massive blades of grass that surrounds the tree covers the village from the hungry eyes of elves, your village is so well provided that it seems to good to be true.
Your job in the tribe is to go out scouting for food and resources to survive with groups of up to 40 humans in these scouting parties. You grab your spear and are about to head out with your friends when your girlfriend comes from behind you “hey Jake, be sure to be careful out there, there are many bugs that can eat you whole if your not thinking, and don’t even get me started on if a orc or fairy finds you…” she says as a concerned look forms on her face. You give her a hug to reassure her that you will be fine “don’t worry baby, I’ll kill any bug that gets in my way, and I doubt a damn elf would notice me even if I were right in front of their eyes…were so tiny and insignificant to them after all” you say as you trail off.
It’s about 3 hours since you’ve left the village with your team of 40 and a lot of food has been scavenged, seeds and dead bugs make up your groups haul. The group leader is a man named Hose. “alright people, this seems to be enough for today, let’s bring this back to the tribe and lay it out for storage” hose says as he leads the group back to where they came from, with you all the way in the back of the line. As you walk the line you look down at the dirt beneath you, noticing that your so tiny and light that you don’t even make any foot prints in the ground as you walk, further driving in how insignificant the elves made you.
As your about a foot away from the tribe (much longer for a human) faint vibrations can be felt on the ground, but as seconds go on the vibrations get louder and stronger with each one, going from vibrations to ground shaking tremors. “d-don’t panic men, at the very least it could be a squirrel or a fox or something” hose says as he starts to sweat. You start to realize though that these are way more violent than a foxes foot steps, and that there is only 1 foot step at a time, not 2 like a four legged animal “oh my god…that isn’t an animal at all…I-I-it’s a superior race!” you say to yourself. Your team quickly sprints to the entrance of the village and start yelling for everyone to evacuate to the emergency tunnels that lay under it. These tunnels go about a foot down into the ground serving as perfect protection from giants. After a few minutes everybody except for your group are in the tunnels, for your group doubles as the protectors of the village and therefor must stay above ground to make sure no bugs enter the village while an emergency takes place. Minutes go by and the thuds get stronger, getting to a point where every footstep sends you airborne for a few milliseconds. Suddenly in-between the bases of grass above there you see it, a MASSIVE pair of legs that go so high up it looks bigger than Mount Everest to your people, and the elf’s body is so big that you can barely see the giants face with your range of sight, and from what you can see it’s a naked female elf.
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