The moon lit the way
as they approached the hill with a stealth silence. Each took their place,
strategically ready to annihilate the enemy’s home.
Bray and Flance always fought together, their love was stronger than
any foe. They waited beside the entrance should a stray troll flee. Mord stood
above the mound, a look out should their brethren try to save them. Keyn stood
to his left, Thame to his right. Whisper was in the shadows; even Carrick knew
not where the fierce warrior laid in wait. Wings were tucked in should the
bastards aim for them. Their blades glinted and soon enough he knew it would
tint black from their blood. The critters that normally conversed in the
nighttime were silent. A warning to all those entering the area that hell was
about to break loose.
Carrick’s war cry was an echoing growl of wrath, each fairy followed
suit except for Whisper who remained soundless. Feet pranced, screeches
sounded and the battle began.
Trolls that charged from the cave were ripped apart by Whisper’s
blade; he was a swarm of color and black wings. The troll fell headless to the
ground and the fairy returned to the shadows. Two more approached, their big
hands held swords with little luck of victory. “Give us the fairy queen…”
The moment they ran at his warriors, they consented to their own death.
Thame and Keyn used their wings to flip. Landed behind the trolls, their
swords carved a path through internal organs to burst out the other side. They
spun as more approached and as Carrick removed his gold sword, fury took
over his mindset. He could think of nothing but saving Brook. A dozen pairs of
feet stomped from the cave, and he’d barely killed one before Whisper
returned. He leapt from his shadows and sliced three across the throat. At that
moment, a king could not be prouder.
Black blood stained the entrance to the troll cave, body parts lay strewn
about, and Carrick finally entered the hovel. It smelt like a rotting fruit field;
no wonder they wanted his lands. Sword at the ready, Thame led the way.
They could hear the stampede, two dozen trolls running for their lives toward
another exit. They wouldn’t make it. Carrick knew that as he broke out in a run.
Slicing thick skin with the tip of his sword, the slowest were killed by
his hand. The other already dead or dying in the secondary entrance, and he
caught Whisper’s gaze. There was something wild in his eyes but Carrick had
no time to examine his quiet warrior. “I want one alive, search the tunnels,” he
ordered. Keyn and Thame broke away down tunnels. Flance and Bray quickly
rushed another set. He would have his answers or he would find another troll
hill and conquer them for answers.
There was always a coward in the bunch and it wasn’t long before
Thame brought the survivor right to his feet. It shivered, eyes hidden behind
blood-covered arms.
“Why did you kill us?” it asked quietly.
“Your king has no problem attacking us, killing us and this time he
took my queen!” His arm shot out, and flung the troll to his back. “Where is
she?”
“I don’t know where your queen is…but if I ever see her I’m going to
eat her face off…you not think she so pretty then. You won’t kill us if you love
her no more.” …” It slinked into a ball, tried to protect its worthless hide while
baring its teeth in aggression.
“You go back to your king and tell him to give me her back alive. For
every day he does not produce her, I will destroy another hill.” He kicked the
troll in the back, heard a screech and then a bloody scream. Whisper had found
another. “You had better run before he finds you and rips you in half.” The
troll squeaked, nodded and took off fast down a tunnel. Its back hunched,
blood trailed behind it.
“Sir, there’s no sign of her…” Thame informed him, his voice a deep
rumble.
“They have till next sunset.”
The fairies exited the cave, shooting off into the
as they approached the hill with a stealth silence. Each took their place,
strategically ready to annihilate the enemy’s home.
Bray and Flance always fought together, their love was stronger than
any foe. They waited beside the entrance should a stray troll flee. Mord stood
above the mound, a look out should their brethren try to save them. Keyn stood
to his left, Thame to his right. Whisper was in the shadows; even Carrick knew
not where the fierce warrior laid in wait. Wings were tucked in should the
bastards aim for them. Their blades glinted and soon enough he knew it would
tint black from their blood. The critters that normally conversed in the
nighttime were silent. A warning to all those entering the area that hell was
about to break loose.
Carrick’s war cry was an echoing growl of wrath, each fairy followed
suit except for Whisper who remained soundless. Feet pranced, screeches
sounded and the battle began.
Trolls that charged from the cave were ripped apart by Whisper’s
blade; he was a swarm of color and black wings. The troll fell headless to the
ground and the fairy returned to the shadows. Two more approached, their big
hands held swords with little luck of victory. “Give us the fairy queen…”
The moment they ran at his warriors, they consented to their own death.
Thame and Keyn used their wings to flip. Landed behind the trolls, their
swords carved a path through internal organs to burst out the other side. They
spun as more approached and as Carrick removed his gold sword, fury took
over his mindset. He could think of nothing but saving Brook. A dozen pairs of
feet stomped from the cave, and he’d barely killed one before Whisper
returned. He leapt from his shadows and sliced three across the throat. At that
moment, a king could not be prouder.
Black blood stained the entrance to the troll cave, body parts lay strewn
about, and Carrick finally entered the hovel. It smelt like a rotting fruit field;
no wonder they wanted his lands. Sword at the ready, Thame led the way.
They could hear the stampede, two dozen trolls running for their lives toward
another exit. They wouldn’t make it. Carrick knew that as he broke out in a run.
Slicing thick skin with the tip of his sword, the slowest were killed by
his hand. The other already dead or dying in the secondary entrance, and he
caught Whisper’s gaze. There was something wild in his eyes but Carrick had
no time to examine his quiet warrior. “I want one alive, search the tunnels,” he
ordered. Keyn and Thame broke away down tunnels. Flance and Bray quickly
rushed another set. He would have his answers or he would find another troll
hill and conquer them for answers.
There was always a coward in the bunch and it wasn’t long before
Thame brought the survivor right to his feet. It shivered, eyes hidden behind
blood-covered arms.
“Why did you kill us?” it asked quietly.
“Your king has no problem attacking us, killing us and this time he
took my queen!” His arm shot out, and flung the troll to his back. “Where is
she?”
“I don’t know where your queen is…but if I ever see her I’m going to
eat her face off…you not think she so pretty then. You won’t kill us if you love
her no more.” …” It slinked into a ball, tried to protect its worthless hide while
baring its teeth in aggression.
“You go back to your king and tell him to give me her back alive. For
every day he does not produce her, I will destroy another hill.” He kicked the
troll in the back, heard a screech and then a bloody scream. Whisper had found
another. “You had better run before he finds you and rips you in half.” The
troll squeaked, nodded and took off fast down a tunnel. Its back hunched,
blood trailed behind it.
“Sir, there’s no sign of her…” Thame informed him, his voice a deep
rumble.
“They have till next sunset.”
The fairies exited the cave, shooting off into the
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