It all started in a garden

Durplidius was not the most well liked gnome when he was younger. He didn't like to play with the other children, far more enjoying his time in the dirt of a flowerbed. He had a knack for it, some would say his thumbs would be green if they weren't covered in dirt all the time. It made him a bit of an outcast and a target to be bullied when younger. And such a thing did happen where a bully and his friends thought it would be fun to 'help' Durplidius with his garden. Two of the bullies held the gnome as the others violated his precious plants. They ripped them from the ground, plucking them one by one from the carefully tended soil. It was far too much to bear for the young gnome and he fought the two holding him as hard as he could until he got free. The next few things happened in a blur and some are not sure on the details, but somehow Durplidius had his trowel in hand and rammed the spade into the ringleader's face. He missed his main target but the boy lost an ear and had a scar to show for it. The rest of the group were in shock but something in the young gnome had snapped, and he started to go a bit crazy attacking the others until they ran away from the frenzied gnome. When left alone, Durplidius sagged crying over his ruined garden. Then something happened the boy didn't quite understand. He felt a calmness about him as he turned to look at the garden as the plants started to get up and walk back into the flower bed, making themselves at home in their spots as if the previous ten minutes never happened. With shock the gnome slowly crept towards the flowers. Not sure what happened before he heard them start. The first of the gentle whisperings and what would soon be the guide to Durplidius' future. The bullies were too afraid of how they would look if they told what really happened, the ringleader bully acting as if he got the injury from some daring feat and survived. Only those there knew and Durplidius didn't really mind the truth being hidden. He focused on his plants, slowly expanding his garden from just flowers to vegetables, and eventually a few saplings for fruit. They grew at a rate some would thing sorcerous, but no one interfered with the young gnome, his produce was bountiful and some of the best tasting. And he had learn the secrets of the land. The gentle whispering of the leaves in the wind, the laughing from the babbling brook, the serene calm before a vicious storm and so much more. And we are led to where one morning, when Durplidius ventured from his home to go tend to his garden, that there was smoke in the air. The young gnome rushed to his grove, soon to find it on fire. He heard them. The plants he cared for and tended so carefully crying out in agony as fire raced across them. In the distance he heard the sound of cruel laughter, it had been so long since he had seen him, the bully from a years ago. The sight of him and his grove on fire caused that same snap as so many years ago. However, this time it was not a trowel that rammed into the bully, there was a branch from a tree that slammed into him. Durplidius was shocked, he didn't do anything, the tree moved on its own will. Knocking the bully towards the ground towards a patch of grass that seemed to be extraordinary sharp, that pierced and slashed his skin with pinprick precision. Then the vines in the undergrowth shifted, wrapping around the bully and dragged him towards the fire. His own act of violence his undoing. With his groves vengeance sated, the young gnome offered off a prayer to the land, blessing the land to grow after the fire as he picked up his shovel and made his way off to distant lands.