The Dwarf's Journey: Part Two |
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When we left Kringos, he had been sharpening his axe by a fire when he was struck on the back of his head by someone. We continue the story a few hours later... PART TWO: When Kringos came to, he kept his eyes shut for a few moments to listen to his kidnappers without them noticing that he was awake. He could feel the heat of a fire to his left and to his right he heard some grunting. It took him a minute to realise that the grunting was actually a creature talking. Through past experience, Kringos knew that the only things which sounded like that were beasts so foul that he was in trouble. Trolls! “So, uh, remind me, uh, why we took ‘im, uh!” One of them grunted, sounding like a feminine grunt. “Ug, ye ‘eard the chief, ug. We took ‘im, ug, because ‘e iz the one, ug.” The other troll grunted back. This one sounded much more masculine. Kringos was about to ‘wake up’ when he heard a loud sound coming towards him. It sounded like a third troll. Through common sense, he decided that this one must be the chief that the male troll spoke of. “Ye got ‘im den?” The new one said. He didn’t grunt as much as the other two, but mumbled quite a lot. He was clearly the chief in Kringos’ eyes. The dwarf decided that if he was going to open his eyes, now would be a good time. He did it slowly, watching as the gigantic blurry figures came into focus. The trolls were enormous! Dwarves aren’t the tallest creatures, around four feet tall, but Kringos was currently surrounded by three beasts that were over ten feet tall and appeared to be made of rock. He was in trouble. “I fink, uh, ‘e iz awake, uh.” The female troll stated, grunting profoundly. She poked him in the stomach and he squirmed, the wind knocked out of him. “Yea, uh, ‘e is awake, uh!” Kringos lay panting on the floor, he felt like a brick had just been dropped onto his chest from a great height. “What do you want?” he asked as he regained his breath. He knew that he probably had a bruised rib now, but he would have to cope with the pain. “Well, ‘dis iz wot ‘append!” The chief began, sitting next to the dwarf. “We got a new leader of da trollz up in da mountainz an’ ‘e izn’t very gud.” The other trolls nodded, “’e sed dat we woz too stoopid to be wit’ dem! Dat iz wrong! We iz smarter dan da ova trollz! ‘e kick’d uz out ‘coz we woz aginst da killin’ dat he start’d! Goroth (‘e iz da leader!) order’d dat all trollz werk’d fo’ ‘im an’ ‘ave to give ‘im our stuff! Dat iz not fair!” Kringos interrupted, “That doesn’t explain why you took me,” he stated. The dwarf had managed to release his hands from the rope that tied them behind his back without the trolls realising, and he was waiting for the right moment to escape. He needed the trolls to start talking again and get lost in the story. The chief troll grunted, “I’m gettin’ dere!” he shouted angrily, “We took ye ‘coz da troll legend sez dat you are da only one who can ‘elp uz!” The other trolls nodded their heads slowly, agreeing with what the chief had said. The male one picked a rock up off the floor and put it next to Kringos. The dwarf was confused at first but then he noticed shaky writing engraved onto the rock. It read: One day, the Trolls will face a battle when a tyrant leader brings in an army of Goblins to defeat them. Only a lone dwarf with an axe on his foot will manage to save the trolls! “Ye see, Goroth brought a load o’ goblinz to da tribe, sayin’ dat dey were dere to ‘elp uz. We lef’ before dey took ova, but we ‘eard dat all da trollz are now lock’d up an’ goblinz roam da mountains where we live’d! Dis aint right! Ye got to ‘elp us!” The chief said. Kringos thought for a second, before slowly raising his foot up so that he could see the under sole. On the bottom was something which he had never noticed before… a scar. The scar was in the shape of an axe. “Alright then,” he said, standing up, “What am I supposed to do?” To Be Continued. |
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Written By: Dr Henry Edited By: The Fire Demon Coded By: The123king |