A work.
The Trolls were a kind of people, or should I say humanoids, that kept to themselves. They weren't at all savage and evil, though many would like to believe. Their faces were hideous, and skin wrinkled from the tops of their heads to the end of thier toes, and the hair. Oh the hair was horrible. They were like strings of yarn attached to the scalp, mangling and flowing every which way.
Trolls liked to sleep during the day and be up and about during the night. Maybe thats why no one ever really hung out with the trolls. They were nightdwellers and the daydwellers were to busy sleeping and dreaming blissfully to be part of the troll-like life.
Thain is a troll boy of about 14 years of age. He is now picking apples from a tree, obviously an apple tree, several miles from his home, which was a wooden shack hidden deep within uthen forest. But things are not as they seem always in this place, the magical land of Zerth. Apples could be poison. You had to know what you were doing, or you would surely die. Living in Zerth was dangerous. But Thain was not a dumb troll. He knew the difference between a poison apple, and a mouthwatering, tasty, beatiful apple. He was picking the good ones. He yanked an apple from the tree
"Hey, watch who you're pickin on, ya brick brained baffoon!" The apple exclaimed.
Thain looked at the apple, turned it in his boney, yet strong huge hands. But didnt hear anything more. He put the apple in his basket and continued to pick them.
"What ave ya done wit muh brother!" another apple demmanded..
Thain looked at the apple, but I didnt have a mouth to speak with. What the hell he thought.
"Thats right blubber brain, imma talkin to you! now put em back, and while yer at it, put me back!"
Thain decided to talk, he knew magic existed in this land, so it wasnt surprising for an apple to all of a sudden talk to him, more or less, a family of apples.
"But.. apple, I have picked you... and your brother.. already, there is no way to put you back.." Thain said.
"I say, I am not an idiot and I have a name.. ITs Red! and that there is my brother Gary! We're not apples.. We're shape-shifters!"
The apples began to twist and turn flexing arms and legs and human flesh all about, to form suddenly two adults, men that looked to be in their early 20's. There stood to shape-shifters. Red, and Gary. Both dressed in brown cloaks, with hoods and plain brown shoes, simple white shirts and underclothing were hidden beneath the cloaks.
"I am Gary.. King of the shape-shifters, well the ones left anyway. and this is my brother.. Red.. Though I think he has already introduced us.. "
The troll snarled.
"I should call for my father! You two have entered the troll lands and used magic to trick me!! No, NO I dont think my father will like that at all!! He will come and surely kill you both!"
Gary raised a hand and gestured to the young troll. Thain stood still as if mysteriously silenced by magic. That what it was. Then Red spoke.
"Indeed we have come here to talk to your father, troll boy. There is much to discuss and we can not do it here, We must go to the Crystal Kingom, and Talk to him there, Everyone else has come, all that has to be part of the survival of Zerth."
Trolls liked to sleep during the day and be up and about during the night. Maybe thats why no one ever really hung out with the trolls. They were nightdwellers and the daydwellers were to busy sleeping and dreaming blissfully to be part of the troll-like life.
Thain is a troll boy of about 14 years of age. He is now picking apples from a tree, obviously an apple tree, several miles from his home, which was a wooden shack hidden deep within uthen forest. But things are not as they seem always in this place, the magical land of Zerth. Apples could be poison. You had to know what you were doing, or you would surely die. Living in Zerth was dangerous. But Thain was not a dumb troll. He knew the difference between a poison apple, and a mouthwatering, tasty, beatiful apple. He was picking the good ones. He yanked an apple from the tree
"Hey, watch who you're pickin on, ya brick brained baffoon!" The apple exclaimed.
Thain looked at the apple, turned it in his boney, yet strong huge hands. But didnt hear anything more. He put the apple in his basket and continued to pick them.
"What ave ya done wit muh brother!" another apple demmanded..
Thain looked at the apple, but I didnt have a mouth to speak with. What the hell he thought.
"Thats right blubber brain, imma talkin to you! now put em back, and while yer at it, put me back!"
Thain decided to talk, he knew magic existed in this land, so it wasnt surprising for an apple to all of a sudden talk to him, more or less, a family of apples.
"But.. apple, I have picked you... and your brother.. already, there is no way to put you back.." Thain said.
"I say, I am not an idiot and I have a name.. ITs Red! and that there is my brother Gary! We're not apples.. We're shape-shifters!"
The apples began to twist and turn flexing arms and legs and human flesh all about, to form suddenly two adults, men that looked to be in their early 20's. There stood to shape-shifters. Red, and Gary. Both dressed in brown cloaks, with hoods and plain brown shoes, simple white shirts and underclothing were hidden beneath the cloaks.
"I am Gary.. King of the shape-shifters, well the ones left anyway. and this is my brother.. Red.. Though I think he has already introduced us.. "
The troll snarled.
"I should call for my father! You two have entered the troll lands and used magic to trick me!! No, NO I dont think my father will like that at all!! He will come and surely kill you both!"
Gary raised a hand and gestured to the young troll. Thain stood still as if mysteriously silenced by magic. That what it was. Then Red spoke.
"Indeed we have come here to talk to your father, troll boy. There is much to discuss and we can not do it here, We must go to the Crystal Kingom, and Talk to him there, Everyone else has come, all that has to be part of the survival of Zerth."