You slowly gain awareness first your hearing as you hear a rather annoying snoring sound. You open your eyes but its so dark you can't see clearly at first. You try to rub your eyes but find your hands are tied up. What happened, you think to yourself, where am I and why does your head hurt so bad. As your vision slowly returns you can make out the shape of a rather large goblin, nearly 8 feet tall snoring in the corner with keys at his belt. He seems to be sleeping on a large chair surrounded by treasures of all types. You glance around the area and notice your in a dungeon of sorts with a few doors at the end of the room. Your pack is nearby but looks like someone's been rummaging through it. You notice the two wolf cubs were locked in a cage and when you looked their way they started to whine slightly. "Shh" you try to say but doesn't seem to help much yet the troll continues to sleep.
You manage to slip the pack around your foot and pull it towards you and use your hands to reach through it cutting one on the blade. You flip it around and cut the rope at your hands then your feet freeing you from your restraints. You hear an odd snorting sound and notice the troll starting to wake.
YOU ARE READING
Into the snow
FantasyA short love story where a man receives a mysterious note from Crystal and seeks out to find her but faces many difficult challenges. My first published short story on paetron written in 2017 and being dusted off and put up here for everyone's enj...
