The Forest

Your 12 years old, you live in an old cottage with your grandmother, you want to explore the thick forest around you, but your grandmother says human eating trolls come out at midnight and it's too much of a risk, regardless you go out anyway not believing your grandmother.

You venture out for what seems hours, unable to see anything but the dim things only two feet away from you, illuminated by your phone's gaze, until you come across a small bridge illuminated by the pale moonlight. streching over a small creak, you decide to rest there for the night and go back to the cottage in the morning.

You see a pale, long dark haired, eleven foot tall, hunchbacked, creature looking right in your eyes, you want to run home, but you find yourself frozen in place, unable to blink

"Long way from home aren't we little one?" It said in a deep, raspy, and intimidating voice.

"What are you?!" You ask in a frightened voice.

"I am an Umak, or "bridge troll" in your language."