An outcast gray Troll, hidden away by his cruel and powerful guardian, secretly longs to be part of the cheerful and colorful world he is forced to hide away from. When he anonymously rescues a beautiful princess from drowning, that desire only grew...
A/N: I spent two whole days writing this! And I'm adding a bit more mystery into the story, which might make you guys' heads spin and come with some strange theories. Well, at least I think. It seemed that way to me.
Anyway, let's get on with Chapter 6. Roll it!
Chapter 6
Response to a Song
It was a warm and dark spring night, with only the moon shining above. In a nice little purple pod, an elderly purple Troll with mint green hair tied up in a bun was tucking in a young trolling of about three years old, with teal skin and cobalt blue hair, into his bed. But the trolling didn't seem very happy about something.
"Why did they have to go, Grandma?" The trolling asked.
"Come now, sweetheart." His grandmother said. "You know that they had to go."
"Why couldn't they take me with them?" The trolling continued to question.
His grandmother just laughed lightly at the young child's adventurous spirit. "You're still much too little to be going out on scouting trips." She explained, chuckling again at the childish pout on her grandson's face.
"But you know that wherever they go, they'll always be with us."
"How?" The trolling asked.
His grandmother smiled softly at him as she went over to the other end of the bedroom. After scanning the shelves for a few seconds, she soon came back over to her grandson's bedside and then showed him something that made him gasp softly in awe.
She was holding a small circular golden box with tiny emerald and ruby flowers imprinted on the sides. It looked so ordinary and plain at first glance, but the trolling thought that it was absolutely beautiful. His grandmother then reached into the front of her dress and pulled out a matching gold chain with a similar flower dangling from it.
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She carefully inserted the flower pendant into an open space that was shaped just like the pendant on the side of the circular box, as if it was a key of sorts, and then began to turn it around a few times. Then, when she stopped, the top of the box slowly opened up to reveal two little Troll figurines dancing together in a waltz.
