The Traveler { Trolls }

° Chapter 2 °

He groaned as his head spun. He raised his hands to his face and rubbed his eyes, letting the sleepiness fade before looking around.

He was.. on the train? He looked around, confused, unsure of how he had gotten there. He glanced out his windows and hummed softly to himself.

They were still in the classical tribe, he could tell from the snowy landscape. But he had no idea how long they had been traveling for, and he had no idea how he had gotten on the train in the first place.

"Hello, Mate." A voice came from beside him.

"Uh, hi," He said and glanced over to find the older rock troll from the waiting room.

"Sorry about your head mate, I forgot how fragile you geezers were," He said and laughed awkwardly.

"What did you call me?" He asked.

"Geezer. Sorry, I grew up 'round our border. We called all classical trolls geezers, whether they were one or not,"

"So, uh, what did you do again?" He asked and fiddled with his fingers.

"You were sleeping and were going to miss your train, so I tried shaking you awake, but I accidently hit your head on the wall. You blanked out after that, so I just hauled you onto the train and plopped you there." He explained, getting a bit nervous towards the end.

"Well, thank you for getting me on the train. I don't think I could have bribed the day secretary to get me on here,"

"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that. How old are you anyway?" He asked and glanced him up and down.

"Uh, 22."

"Yeah, I'm not that gullable." The rock troll grumbled under his breath.

"I'm old enough, and that's all that matters."

"Sure. What's your name, kid?"

"Kenneth. What is your name?"

"Eli,"

Kenneth nodded and ran his fingers through his hair. He opened his bag and fished for his journal. He pulled it out, along with a pen, and began writing.

"I'm traveling to the city of Trollstopia. There, I will get on a train to the rock tribe, then take a visit to the techno tribe. Afterward, I will probably backtrack to Trollstopia once more and head for the country tribe."

Kenneth wrote and sighed softly. He put it back in his bag and then grabbed out a sketchbook. He sketched out a body, then started sketching some facial features.

He loved to draw. Before he had left, he had stolen a fresh sketchbook. So, he had almost a full one to take with him.

He sighed and rubbed his head. He had such a massive headache. He curled up in a ball and just sat there, his stomach feeling incredibly sick. He stood up quickly, the room spinning as he felt his knees give out.

"Woah!?" Eli said and grabbed Kennth by his midsection, steadying him.

"I feel sick," He groaned.

"Yeah, you don't look good, mate," he said and helped Kenneth sit down.

Kenneth groaned and rubbed his head. Unfortunately, the rest of the ride seemed like a blur. The train arrived in Trollstopia at 3 in the morning.

Kenneth groggily stepped off the train. He rubbed his eyes and looked around. The trollstopia train station was completely different from the classical train station.

As he entered the building, the strong small of bakery filled his nose. The lights were bright, and the troll at the front desk was chatting away happily with another pop troll.