TMC - Part 1 - Chp. 2The sun rose, but at first not high enough to lighten the forest or the sleeping trollgirl. Grul slept on peacefully, until around midday she awoke. She looked around. The forest looked exactly the same as where she lived, and Grul felt a bit dismayed by this. So far her adventure hadn't given her much new landscapes to look at.
After finding some roots and berries to gnaw on she felt ready to proceed onwards. She went back to the river and looked about. She could not see the elf ship, it had most likely sailed on already. Considering the blanket momentarily she dropped it into the river and watched it slowly sink. Well, she'd hoped the blanket would be waterproof enough so she could follow it stream on and so have a kind of a guide to take her somewhere wonderful, but unfortunately nothing as special happened.
She shrugged to herself and started walking along the river. Perhaps she wouldn't go on an adventure afterall. Maybe she'd find a nice cave somewhere in the forest where she cou
TMC - Part 1 - Chp. 1In the universe there are multitudes of different worlds. There are multitudes of copies of those worlds, with same events going in alternating directions. Let us focus on one of them. This is a world of fantasy. Many mythical creatures live, breathe and have intercourse in here. Let us focus on this part of the world, on this particular forest...
It wasn't a noticeably special forest. There were no mystical shadows leading to secret groves under dark, intimidating trees, no clearings filled with sunlight and unicorns, no magnificent waterfalls or rapids forming sprays of water drops which would glint off the light of the sun in the colours of rainbow. Mostly there were trees and undergrowth. However, there was a family of trolls in here. They liked to eat small animals, helpless or not. Furriness was also an option. Occasionally fish was served.
Trolls live underground. This family had their entry hole near some big mossy rocks. The large cave they lived in was lit with a few strategi
Wintery DiscoveryThe day was young and the air was cold. The snow glistened in first rays of sunshine. A mother told her children to dress warmly, when those two happily skipped out the door and hopped down the stairs outside to the fresh, crispy wintery air.
Soon the siblings were joined with a bunch of neighbourhood kids. They started playing, running around in the snow, making snow angels and throwing snowballs at each other. The little girl, giggling, tried to escape from her brother, who was quite talented when it came down to throwing those blasted snowballs. The girl hopped and carefully landed on her belly on to the snow. She giggled and started to rise in an attempt to get at her brother when she saw something poking out of snow. The little girl leaned closer and saw something colorful. Warily she removed some snow away from it.
Her brother came running next to her asking why was she staring the snow so quietly away from everyone else. Then he saw what she was looking at. He called the other k
Warrior's endA fierce-looking warrior was standing outside in the rain. The water drops plinked on his armour, but he made no gesture as to move. He stood there, staring particularly at nothing. He had seen this coming, it was no coincidence. He was petrified, and the rain was rusting his precious armour, which had been passed from father to son for generations. A pity it would never be worn by any man and he was ashamed he was to be the one to die wearing it. It was supposed to be a good luck charm! If he had not been drunk, he would not have felt so daring with his miraculous armour and he would not have betted to kill the monster on an island further to the sea. Oh, how he regretted!
The armour covered his body, and for wars it was good. But it did not cover his eyes, and he had been petrified by that perilous monster. He knew he was done for. The monstrosity was sitting ahead of him, on the stairs of an old temple, protected from the rain. It looked at him in dismay and sighed.
"This isn't fun