"This is my lair," the chief spoke proudly. It wasn't unique in the least, but I lied and said it was gorgeous. He fell for it thankfully. Trolls are gullible as hell.
"What is your favorite thing in this room?" he asked.
"I love the skull on the fireplace," I said with a wince.
"That skull belonged to Rorik the Brave," he proudly said.
"How did he die? I asked curiously
"We ate him, the chief beamed.
"I'm sorry?" I cringed.
"He was weak and we were hungry," he casually replied.
"That's horrible! Shouted Zaxl.
"Life is not fair," he said with a yawn.
I grabbed the scythe and swung it at the troll chief who merely dodged it.
"This isn't funny," he groaned.
"Screw you!" shouted Jethro.
"You will be joining Rorik soon if you misbehave," he warned
"Bet you didn't see this coming!" Shouted Zaxl as he shot fire out of his hands. The fire struck the troll chief right in the chest and he fell backward.
"Impossible, you are Zaxl" the troll exclaimed on the floor.
"The scythe or your life!" he shouted.
"Very well, the chief cringed, the fire still burning him.
"Tell everyone to stand down, he commanded.
"Fine. Here is your dumb scythe," the chief moaned in pain.
He went outside and I heard a terrific whine from the other trolls.
"You can go now," he groaned in agony.
"Thank you!" I exclaimed.
We ran out of the hut and didn't look back for a single second.
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The Amethyst Flame
FantasyThe village of Colmer is devastated by a plague. Its only hope is two brothers divided by their beliefs in magic. When Jethro ventures into the depths of the forest to find a wizard who can heal the village, Arthur is forced to find his brother befo...
