Brooklyn

Rescued

I am slowly being ripped from my sleep by a muffled sound. With my eyes still closed, I can tell I'm somewhere near the water, as the sound of a rushing creek fills my ears. Becoming more aware of my surroundings, I sit up and open my eyes.

I looked around to find I am in a small tent. The tent is almost empty, only containing a small chest and a mat which I'm laying on.

How the heck did I get here?!

I stand up, my balance quickly overcome by a raging head ache. I stepped out of the tent to see that I am on the bank of a river. I hear birds singing in the trees above and frogs croaking in the distance.

A smell overcomes my senses and I turn in it's direction. Ah, the smell of bacon! I'd do anything for bacon!

I step to my right and start walking around the tent as I start to think to myself

Why would there be bacon in the middle of the forest?! Maybe some nice hunters are camping here!

"AGHHHH!!!" I screamed as I turned the back corner of the tent. A devilish creature was hunched over a fire. I spun on my heels and ran back the way I came, into the opened flap of the tent. I crouched behind the chest, fearing for my life.

As I sat behind the chest, I felt my heart race and I noticed my breathing to be uneven. I sat there for a moment longer and heard a noise: A cackle coming from the outside of the tent. A shadow of the creature glides upon the tent wall.

The monsters shadow shows him (or her for all I know) to be at least 7 feet tall and very wide. I see it take a few steps closer to the tent opening. My heart races in my chest as this creature is within a few feet from me, it's shadow growing against the wall as it turns the corner of the tent.

A green hand grasped the off white fabric of the tent flap and yanked it as aside. I laughed once I got a good look at my "monster". He then looked at me funny as I continue to laugh hysterically, my face turning pink.

"Why are you laughing?!" He demanded.

"I thought you were a monster!" I tell him between fits of laughter, "you're just a troll!"

The troll then looks rather offended. "JUST A TROLL?! Have you ever heard the tales of the menacing troll under the bridge?!" I then look up now noticing we are indeed under a high suspension bridge.

"I have, but you don't appear to be that menacing." I finally calm down and scan the troll with my eyes, his skin dewy almost and a pale shade of green. Hair lays on his head, obviously never brushed, and he wears clothing consisting of torn, loose brown leather pants and a raggedy olive t-shirt.

"Sooooo," started the troll "I have to ask, why were you running through the woods? there aren't any towns near by."

"Ummm" i said, trying to come up with a believable lie "I was playing tag?" And I immediately face palmed.

"I know that's not the real reason, come on! tell me!" demanded the troll.

I sighed and started at the beginning. I told the troll of the ball, Tanner, Queen Octavia, and the dwarves. he nodded if he knew exactly how I felt. I finished my tale of woe and he looked up at me and said one word.

"dwarves?"

"Yah! They were going to take me back!" I yelled. The troll started laughing. "Well," I said, "I'll be going then."

The troll protested and told me to stay. "You'll never make it out alive of these woods. You could barely even handle the dwarves!" He exclaimed.

"Alright," I started "if I'm going to be staying, I'll need to know your name" I said with a smile