Desiree The Half Elf Princess Warrior Trolls Under The Bridge

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic

Princess Gardenia is kidnapped, taken by a trio of fearsome trolls. Prince Barnabus McAllister, the lover of the aforementioned and future husband, goes on a quest to rescue her, accompanied by the Runekeeper, Persia Lovely, the Beholder Elyn and King Grigol Constantine, father of the young noblewoman as the small party fight the mythical creatures and rescue Princess Gardenia before it's too late.

TROLLS UNDER THE BRIDGE

Ellingrior forest was colossal, dark, and diverse. Its canopy was marked by beech, crab apple, and dogwood, who gave just enough light a chance to descent for a mosaic of mushrooms to cultivate the crunchy layer of leaves below.  Coiling and swooping tree limbs waved and dangled from many a tree, while a potpourri of flowers, which desperately tried to avoid the shadows during the daylight hours, were a welcome change in the otherwise homogeneous scenery and brown and green terrain.
 An armored horse-drawn carriage thrundled along Killingtona Pathway, one of a few roads that lead through the Ellingrior Forest. Orange-gray steel plates  were fixed to the sides of the coach, which was drawn by a pair of large black horses. Mounted on either side of the driver's seat were two glowing lanterns, barely illuminated the dense wilderness via the carriage was traveling.  In truth, only a few dared to journey across this isolated route, giving the fact that it was a no-man's-land. The landscape was laden with foul creatures that inhabit it. Thus, many had fallen victim to the denizens that roam there, and more often than not a few travelers had barely managed to survive and tell the tale of their harrowing experiences. Reins in hand, the driver commanded the horses onward. deep-set blue eyes and shoulder-length, straight, thick, blood-red hair worn in a handsome style. The sooner we leave these accursed, the better I would feel, he thought.  Inside the shaky caravan, King Grigol Constantine  and his daughter, Princess Gardenia were being escorted by an assortment of knights, heading to King Augustine and Queen Salomea's castle, where the young noblewoman would be wed to the royal family's eldest son, Prince Barnabus McAllister.  The king was clothed in a very long sleeved, leather jacket covers him to just below his groin and is almost completely buttoned up at the right side. The sleeves of his jacket are a little wide and reach down to below his hands, they're decorated with a single thread lining at the sleeve ends. The jacket has a narrow v-neck which reveals part of the elegant shirt worn below it and is worn with a small cloth band, which is held together by a small belt buckle. The cloth band is almost entirely a functional addition. Lastly, his pants are simple and quite narrow and reach down to his soft leather boots. The boots are made from a fairly rare leather. Princess Gardenia elegant dress flowed from top to bottom and had a court neckline, which tastefully reveals the delicate dress worn below it. The comfortable, loosely tied fabric of her dress covers her stomach where the continuous flow is broken up by a large rope belt worn fairly low around her waist. Below the rope belt the dress opened up to the left and revealed the dress below. The front of the top dress made it just to the ground to cover her feet, the back continued to flow a small length behind her and ended in a broad rectangle. Her sleeves are almost the length of her arms and incredibly wide, their flow is broken up below the elbow where they change color and where they're divided by thin, stylish bands, these are the same fabric and color used to outline the sleeves and bottom of the dress.
 The carriage came to an abrupt halt. King Constantine screwed up his eyes, wondering the reason for the conveyance had come to a standstill in the middle of the murky forest. "What's happening, father?" Princess Gardenia asked, her voice was shakinhg. "Why'd we stop?" "That's a good question, darling,"  King Grigol Constantine replied, his forehead slicking in sweat. "I suppose it's time I find out."  "What seems to be the problem, Gilberd? Why have we stopped?" The knight named Gilberd had a look of fear upon his face. "We may have a problem, my Royal Highness. There's been reports of trolls roaming the area. " Trolls? King Constantine's eyes widened in alarm. He couldn't take it in. Of all the possibilities that would deter them from reaching the Wallersley Fortress in one piece it never ocurred to him that trolls would be the reason for the stoppage. Those despicable creatures had been causing much grief and trouble lately. King Jack thought. Someone has to put a stop to them once and for all. "To arms," shouted a knight, whom King Jack had recognized as Derin The Dwarf, who had been one of most loyal and trusted soldiers under his command. A faint roar rang out, shattering the tranquil stillness of the night. Adernaline rush through his veins. His eyes widened. The very idea was enough to occupy all of King Constantine's soul with dread. He drew back his head, pressing his ear at the wooden slit, and straining to detect the distirbing sound.  Was that a roar he'd heard? King Constantine's thought. And the smell of hungry beasts filled the air. No! He thought. His heart was feeling as if it's shredded to tiny pieces. They were in serious danger.  Which his assumption was spot on. A berserk troll landed on the armored roof of the carriage.  The troll dug its claws into the roof of the carriage. Tortured metal squealed in objectionj as the monster peeled back a sheet of heavy armor plating. It reached down and grabbed a hold of the princess, who let out a primal scream, and tore her away from the outstretched hands of the king himself.  Prince Barnabus McAllister was looking forward to his wedding day.  Warmth spread up his arm and into his heart as an image of his one and true love  swirled through his mind. A lingering imprint of Princess Gardinia's shapely lips flashed before him,  as he yearned to  lay eyes upon them once more. "Barnabus," a voice said, lashing across his erotic thoughts like a bullwhip. He looked up to see the king and a small calvary of horseback riders accompanying the male ruler. "I come with a heavy heart. Princess Gardinia has been kidnapped?" Prince Barnabus's eyes widened in alarm. He unsheathed his sword from its scubbered fastened to the side of his waist and hefted it. "Kidnapped? Kidnnapped by whom?"  "Trolls. Mountain trolls to be precise," King Constantine said, straightforwardly.  "But we need to make haste. Gather your supplies and your most trusted men. We leave without delay." Prince Barnabus turned to leave. "Oh, before we leave on our journey," King Constantine began. "We must locate the Runekeeper. She may provide us with some assistance in this matter." "How do I find this Runekeeper?"  "She lives on a farm with her Beholder. There is where you will find her." Prince Barnabus gave a dumbfounded expression. "What's a Runekeeper?" "The Runekeeper," King  Constantine corrected. "The one person in all the world destined to fight against the forces of darkness, upon whom had been granted powers and abilities that makes that individual more than human, but not quite anything else." "I see," Prince Barnabus said, rubbing his chin. "And you think this...the Runekeeper will help us?" King Constantine inclined his head, knowingly. "Verily I believe that is the case. Dawn is nearly upon us. We must set forth at first light without a moment to spare." 
 The party arrived at an extensive natural cave system near some edible mushrooms. Water appeared to be available from a nearby rushing river. There were fields stretching on forever, broken up only by a river curling and swirling its way through the landscape. All around you horses and sheep rested and grazed in the wide open pastures, and looping around most fields ran a weed-ridden, dusty old road. The road lead to an immense mansion after passing a sign with the farm's name. The mansion was beginning to show signs of weathering, but it was still in good condition. A huge stable housed dozens of horses, an outdoor kitchen including a clay oven was built to the side of the courtyard, and a small plot of land was used for a breathtaking flower garden. The farm had a cheerful feel to it, which was helped by the gentle breeze carrying the scent of ripe fruits across the fields. "Well. Well. Well. Why it isn't, King Constantine," the woman said, bowing her head in reverence. "Ah, to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit from the king himself?" "Good day, Elyn. It's of vital importance that we speak with your Runekeeper straightaway. We're here to elicit her services." Elyn gave a deep belly laugh. "What is so humorous, Beholder by the king's words?" Prince Barnabus quered. His features darkened with displeasure. He placed his hand at his sword. "No. Please forgive me," Elyn said, her smile slipping upon seeing the prince's deathly expression. "I mean no disrespect. I just find it a tad strange of your request, considering the fact that you, King Jack,  have an entire army at your beck and call. What is so dire that you require the help of the Runekeeper?" "My daughter and Prince Barnabus are supposed to be wed tomorrow. Be that as it may, my daughter was unfortunately kidnapped by trolls, however, I don't want to cause a panic among my people. If word got out that the daughter of a king was taken hostage by those beast there will be mass hysteria. I will lose control of my kingdom. I can ill-afford for that to happen. That being said, it's imperative that this reacue mission must be kept a secret." Elyn scratched her chin in thought, as if mulling over the male ruler's words, and then she found her voice at last. "Well, since you put it that way, who can argue with that? Follow me." King Constantine gleamed triumphantly. I knew she'd see it my way, he thought. Led by Elyn, King Constantine and Prince Barnabus warily approached a tall and willowy, dark skinned woman, whose back was turned, appearently unaware of their approach. "Persia, I like for you to met a couple of people. They're here to seek your services." The woman named Persia didn't utter a single word. In umison, the royal pair glanced at Elyn, as if hoping she would intervene on their behalf. Instead, the female Beholder implored silently for them to continued with their requisition. "Um, are you Persia Lovely,  the current Runekeeper?" King Constantine asked, a trace of hesitancy in his voice. He approached her wearily. "I heard so much about your extradinary lineage and their endless mission to fight the forces of darkness. A commendable one I might add. And, as King I speak for all, when I say we can never pay back the debt we owe your bloodline for the sacrifices that have been made in the name of truth and justice." Without turning around, Persia spoke at last. "Nice to know my family is famous around here, considering I'm originally not from this realm. But, who wants to know?" "Um, my name is Constantine...  King Constantine of the Draecan Kingdom. And this here is... Barnabus... Barnabus McAllister . We won't take up much of your time. Simply put, we're on a bit of a mission, see. We've come to elicit your services, and in exchange we will pay you handsomely." "I know who you are. What kind of --- "  "--- I don't mean to intrude but the Runekeeper doesn't take any monetary gain whatsoeve," Elyn intervene. "What she does isn't a business. It's her calling." "Aw, now that you put it like that I think I'll just sit this one out." "No. Have you forgotten the duties of the Runekeeper. You are to protect the world from the forces of darkness, that is your calling, that is what you've been chosen for. That does not mean you may sit at home and wait for the fiends of hell to come to you." Persia pouted. "I know. Even if it means I am sent to my death. Not much of an incentive for me, really. But, at the same time, if that is my fate, then so be it." Prince Barnabus cautiously stepped forward. "My bethrothed. She was kidnapped. And, um ---" "-- I'm listening," Persia said, turning to face the trio at last. She had black, shoulder-length hair neatly coiffured to reveal a lean, sad face. Big, round deep brown eyes, set appealingly within their sockets. A tattoo resembling a small hummingbird is displayed just above the right side of her right eyebrow. Draped loosely around her neck was a necklace with an emerald-green stone set inside. King  Constantine was well aware of it, and what it stood for. "Yeah, um... she was kidnapped by trolls." "Trolls  you say," Persia quered. "Are you certain she is still alive? Trolls aren't exactly known for keeping people they captured alive for very long. For all we know she could be dead already." Prince Barnabus was speechless. He stared gape-mouthed at her, horrified of the mere suggestion. Still he understood the Runekeeper's reluctance to help him, considering that trolls don't particularly keep around their prize for no longer than  a day. The chances of an individual for more than 24 hours were slim to none. And yet, he had to believe Princess Gardenia remain unharned. He couldn't bear to have his soon to be bride killed by the sinister monsters. "Where do we find her?" Persia asked, turning to face the pair of men, appraising them from head to toe. Prince Barnabus's features brightened. "Does that mean you're going to help us? Because we need all the help we can get right about now." "Depends," Persia countered, her voice held a note of impatience. "Depends on if you're planning on telling me what you need me to do anytime soon. Otherwise don't waste my time. Capeesh?" "Fine," Prince Barnabus said. "As I said before, my betrothed is being held captive... under the Blackethorn Bridge. Heard of it?" At first, Persia declined to answer. Tapping her chin as if in thought, and then, she replied "It does ring a bell. Though, I find it a ridiculous place to stash a captive. It's like these trolls are begging you to find them on purpose." "Sounds to me like an elaborate ruse," King Constantine popped in. "An out-and-out setup in a manner of speaking. Genius." "My thoughts exactly," Persia tossed back, admittedly. "That would appear to be the case, albeit, that's not particularly bright on their part, if you ask me,"Prince Jaden replied, matter of factly. Persia rolled her eyes. "I don't recall asking, but I see your point. Be that as it may, I would proceed with caution. Trolls are a dangerous breed that we shouldn't take lightly, to say the least." "You still didn't answer my question. Are you in or out, Runekeeper? Will you help us?" Persia's deep brown features maintained an unreadable expression. Jayden searched her face with no luck of reading whatever she had been thinking at the moment. "I'll help you," she said amicably at last. "On one condition. Once we get to our destination, I suggust that you both  stay out of my way,  and we won't have any problems. Understand?" Prince Barnabus's features brightened, realizing they had won the Runekeeper over at last. "Fair enough," he said, his delight rang warm in his voice. "Welcome to the party, Runekeeper," King  Constantine said, beaming. "Well," Persia began. "Since now we got that square away. Let's get this show on the rode, shall we. There's no time like the present. And the sooner we get this done the better." "You don't gotta tell me twice," Prince Barnabus said. "Lets turn the tables on these troublesome troll, shall me. Show em where the real power lies." "I'm coming too," Elyn popped in. "And I won't take a no for answer." King Constantine nodded in agreement. He was well aware of the fact the Beholder always accompanied the Runekeeper on their mission as an advisor. "I wouldn't have it any other way." "But before we go, I have a stopover to make," Persia said. "There's someone I believe can provide us with some help. And I think I know where to find him." No rest for the weary, King Constantine thought. The Grubby Cauldren And at once, the four of them gathered up their belongings and departed the clearing, and headed into the darkened forest. "This is it," Persia said, coming to a stop in front of a single story timber framed building. On the front of the building was a sign reading “The Grubby Cauldron." Prince Barnabus noticed that behind the Grubby Cauldron was a large stable, where several horses and carriages were inside the wooden structure. The interior of the tavern consisted of only a few crude tables and benches, the tavern reeked of coal smoke, stale cigars and day old alcohol. The stench slammed the king and prince's nostrils like they had run into a brick wall.  Upon their arrival every patron in the room knelt down to greet the the party. Their arrival did not escape notice of a bartender, a stout man named, Jack, who appeared in his late sixties was serving some customers their drinks, but still managed to welcome them with a short wave."Percy,” He beamed. His voice was plummy.“Let me finish up here, and I'll be right with you.” Persia nodded. With air of confidence about him, the bartender hurried out from behind the bar, and strode over toward Persephone. Together, Persia and the bartender, embraced. "I'm extremely happy you could make it,” he said politely.“How long has it been since the last time we seen each other?” “Good Lord? Is this — can this be — Wait don't tell me. You must be the King... King  Consrantine I presume.  It's an honor to finally meet you.“ He knelt down and bowed his head. "Jack is it? Well, Jack I like how you done with the place," King  Consrantine said, his nose scrunched up as  if he smeled something terrible. "It has its own special odor to it." “Ah, Jack. If this is a bad time we..." “Oh, uhm, no, on the contrary.” Gery said, optimism tinging his voice. “It's the perfect time.” “Very well, then. Is he here?" Persephone smiled. Gery stepped closer, and whispered in Persephone’s ear. “Lower your voice, or else he will hear you,” he whispered. “But to answer your question: Yes, indeed, he's here alright,  even as we speak. Just walked in several minutes ago. He's had a few drinks so he probably intoxicated.""Right. Well, thanks for the information,“ Persephone said warmly. “Not a problem. It's the least I could do after saving my family's lives.  If it weren't for you they wouldn't be alive. I owe you a debt of gratitude.” “You can count it, if you like, but I assure you, that it's all there." "No. No," Jack said, waving his hands. "I trust you, Percy.“Persia reached into her robes, retrieving something that was in her hand. She handed Jack a bag of coins. Without counting them, he thrust the bag in his shirt pocket. Persia, Prince Barnabus, Elyn and King Consrantine chose a table at the far end of the tavern. Sitting at the table, King Consrantine continued to feel unclean for the lingering odors in the air made his kingly attire smell like she had the misfortune of being in close contact with a skunk.  Most of the stools at the bar were occupied, except for two. However, there were a few tables that was unoccupied. Persephone beamed. "Go and find a table somewhere. I come over in a little while once I'm done." "How long do we intend to tarry here?" Prince Barnabus, wheeling his shoulders in a circular motion. "We're wasting valuable time. For all we know your daughter could be in grave danger.""It shouldn't be long. According to the Runekeeper. once she finds someone who knows the forest then we can be on our way." Prince Barnabus spoke through his hand. "The Runekeeper is expecting to find a guide, here in this godforsaken place? It smells like someone died, and their dead body is rotting inside the walls somewhere." Elyn shook her head. "Of course," she said, knowingly. "This place is well-known. Everyone from all around come here to either unwound after a long day or share their stories of adventures they went on." Despite, covering up her nose and mouth with the collar of his shirt, Prince Barnabus could taste the bitterness in her mouth.“What's that god awful smell?”"Well,” Elyn said encouragedly. “Believe it or not, before the place was a tavern it once belong to a blacksmith. He used it as a shop. That's why you smell coal in the air." Prince Barnabus opened his mouth, pushing his tongue slightly forward. “Nah. You could've fooled me. It doesn't smell nothing like coal to me.”  Prince Barnabus had an intense desire to flee the place, feeling unclean due to the overpowering stench in the air. A waitress approach their table. She reminded Prince Barnabus of a clever fox. She had cobalt blue, beady eyes, straight black hair worn in a peacock style, with pale skin, a short and busty build, and large mouth. "Welcome to the Grubby Cauldron,” she said, with a warm, caring tone in her voice. “What's your poison?" "Just water is fine," King  Consrantine said, politely. "We're not staying long otherwise I would have something a tad bit stronger." "Same goes for me," Prince Barnabus and Elyn said in unison. At the same time, Prince Barnabus caught sight of a particular individual. His expression darkened. It was a dwarf. Prince Barnabus shot daggers at the dwarf in question. "Well. Well. Well. It's none other than Derin. I couldn’t begin to tell you how much I despise that wretched dwarf.” "What's your problem with him?" Elyn asked. Prince Barnabus didn't answer; instead he gave a quick, disgusted snort as Persia returned with the dwarf in question, whose craggy and radiant face was mostly hidden behind black, greasy hair, which hung clumsily over his face.  “Don't say anything, Barnabus.,"  King  Consrantine  said, caustiously. Try to remain civil. Let it go. Promise me.” “Fine,” Prince Barnabus said, shaking his head. “I won't say a thin, unless he says something to me... then all bets are off... I'll be back. I need some air.” Prince Barnabus got to his feet, and then he walked away. Persia returned with the dwarf. "This is Derin Oathsmither. He's a trader and merchant."  “I’m also a hired mercenary. Not to mention I can an excellent guide. I can lead you anywhere you want to go. You just name it.” “It's true. You're the RuneKeeper.” Persia waved off Derin's words. “So I've been told.” "I have a caravan of important goods. I plan on leaving for a trip through Elingrior Forest. "Are you sure you want to go there? I mean, it's a dangerous place to be traveling. Why should I help any of you?” "My daughter was kidnapped by trolls, and we intend to rescue her. Will you help us? You will get paid handsomely for your services "Well, I would be happy to help you. I have a bone ti pick with those trolls. When do we depart?" Prince Barnabus emerged. A slight muscle jumped in his cheek. And an ugly twist formed upon his mouth.  He paced back and forth, shooting glances at the dwarf before coming to stop next to Persia. “Persia, I don't trust him," he said, staring at the subject of his contempt. "He's a murderer." "How do you know?" Elyn asked, disbelievingly. "Because he murdered my beloved aunt, that's how I know," Prince Barnabus admitted. Derin shook his head. “No. That doesn't sound like me. Perhaps you mistaken me from someone else, hmm?” With wide eyes, showing the whites, Prince Barnabus reached out, punching the dwarf squarely in the jaw. Derin got to his feet, rubbing his jaw. “Shall we just call it square, then?” “You're mad!” Prince Barnabus tried to get at Derin but was stopped in his tracks by Persia and the King. “Get out of my way. He doesn't deserve to live. I'll kill him where he stand.” “Calm down.” Prince Barnabus pulled out a knife from his robe; he barreled towards Derin before both Jack and Persia got in between the young prince and the dwarf. “Doesn’t anybody else agree with me?” Come on, your the king. Help me out here.” “We understand how you feel, but we don't have time for this.” “Do you? Well, you have a hard way of showing it.” “It was long time ago. We don't know exactly what happen.” “I do. He was the last person alive to have seen her. That makes him the killer in my eyes so if you do move out of my way. Let me have him!“ "The king has a point," Elyn said, confessed. "You're concern should be for Princess Gardenia. And besides, if Derin is responsible for your aunt's demise, he will pay for his misdeeds." "Fine, so long as he stays out of my way, we won't have a problem, but if he so much as look at me wrong I won't be  held accountable for what I do." "Agreed," King  Consrantine said. The waitress emerged with a tray of cups filled with water. "I don't think we'll be needing that after all," Elyn said, waving off the waitress. "How far is this Blackethorn Bridge?" Persia asked, stepping in line beside Prince Barnabus. "Not long," Derin said, "give or take a few hours." "The sooner we get there and save my beloved the better," Prince Barnabus popped in. The party arrived in time to see three enormous creatures sat around a fire, cooking what looked like a large hog over the flames. It squealed helplessly in its bounds. Persia felt sorry for the hapless beast. Jayden was right, she thought. Now's the time to turn the tables on these deplorable creatures once and for all. And yet, thruth be told, the Runekeeper knew discretion is the better part of valor in this instance. Persia sniffed the air and the foul stench reached her nostrils, a mixture of old socks and the kind of public toilet no one got around to cleaning it. And then they heard a low grunting sound, followed by the staggering footfalls of gigantic feet. Jayden pointed in the direction of the clearing as something huge was moving toward them. They shank in the shadows and watched the trio emerged in the patch of moonlight. “What are they?” Elyn said, staring disbelievingly at the trio.  King  Consrantine held a darkened expression. “Trolls...big ugly mountain trolls,” he said, a smidge of contempt in his voice. “I beg your pardon?” Elyn blinked. “Did you say trolls? They look hideous." “They hunt for food at night, but---”  King  Consrantine said, and then he paused. taking in a deep breath, before he continued. “--- but they usually not seen this far south. Whatever has draw them here, I believe is connected to Sabra’s reawakening.” “And as long as we steer clear of them, the better it is for us. I don’t intend on becoming a meal for those creatures.” Without making a sound, the party rode past the trolls. however, Persia heard a muffled sound. “Wait,” Prince Barnabus said. “Do you hear that?”  “Yeah, I do,” Persia said. “Where’s it coming from?” “Look, up there,” Derin said.Prince Barnabus shot a look upwards. She spied a woman tied up, dangling upside down from several tree branches above them.  One of the trolls sniffed the air. It jerked its head around, catching the scent of the others. “What is it?” The troll called Jabir's eyes squinted, staring at the veil of darkness that gripped the forest. “I smell something.” “Don’t tell me its another stray hog. Haven't we had enough already?” “Shhh!” he said. “Its not a hog. It smells like...like humans...”and a dwarf" The troll was nearly on top of Persia. But then, something, small and round hit the troll in the face. It yelped in pain. “Hey, you stupid beast. Over here.” Jabir whirled his huge head around to the sound of the voice. It was the Beholder, Elyn flinging rocks at him. Jabir let out an ungodly roar. He hurtled toward Elyn, who took off into the forest.  There was only thing on the surging troll: Satisfy his hunger. Elyn hauled through the forest. She could hear the sound of trees falling behind him. The ground shuttered from the footfalls of the troll. She struggled to keep herself upright. Up ahead, there was a clearing. Elyn dash in the direction of the open field.  As she reached the clearing, she spotted a dirt path. On the other side was a river that ran along the path. Elyn noticed a bridge with an enclosure that stopped short in the middle of the structure. Beneath the bridge along the wall of one the columns a light was flickering. That wasn’t the only thing Elyn could see. Upon the wall, blending with the light a huge shadow moved about, though blocked behind the pillar so that Desiree could not tell whom the enormous shadow belong to. And yet, Elyn had a sinking feeling that the shadow belong to another troll. The Beholder was just about to get on the bridge when the troll emerged from beneath the bridge, wearing a worn out dress. It was a female troll. “This one is fiesty. I like that in my food. It makes the flesh more tastier. Very advertising." Elyn grimaced. Surrounded by the two trolls, she briefly eyed the enclosure. She was just inches away from escaping to the other side, and yet how could she get pass the trolls in one piece. A thought came to her.“I don’t think you want to eat me.” The troll narrowed its eyes at her. “Why’s that?" It protested. “I-well, the things is, um, I don’t taste very good. You’ll have stomach problems for days. Believe you me.” The trolls erupted in laughter. “That’s utter nonsense,” Jabir said. “All you need is a little seasoning.” “Come on, Jabir,” Lola said, pouting. “Let’s get this over with. Daylight is almost here and I’m starving for a taste of human flesh.” Jabir reached down to grab Persia. “No, wait, you don’t understand. I-I-I have a disease. It’s very contagious. You'll die in hours." The two trolls exchanged looks of disgust. Elyn got a funny feeling that she had convinced them of sparing her life. Or so she thought. “Wait a minute. You don’t look sick to me. Are you trying to trick us into not eating you?” “No, I’m telling you the truth. Trust me, my body is ravage with disease. You’ll get sick.” “You lie. I know what you are trying to do. You can’t fool ---” The troll paused. He leaned down, staring at Persia, who emerged out of the forest. His eyes went wide at the sight of the necklace around Persia’s neck. "Who are you? And why do you wear the Rune of Aderise?” “What did you say?” Lola asked, perplexed. "What's the Rune of Aderise?" “This human, she wears the Rune of Aderise. A powerful weapon, only possess by the Runekeeper. Which means she is the definitely the Runekeeper, keeper of the stone.” The trolls looked terrified of Persia. The male creature straightened up. Well, I guess word gets around in these parts, she thought "It's too bad though. The Rune doesn't work on us. The thing is we trolls are impervious to magic. That necklace is useless right about now." Persia's heart sank She couldn't take it in. Somehow, somewhere down the line, she didn't get the memo about the disgusting creatures being immune to anything that possess magic. Which was precisely the case when it came down to it. In essence, the trolls were correct: The Rune was undoubtedly useless in this case. But then, from the periphery of her sight, Persia perceived the sun rising in the eastern horizon. That part of sky had become brighter, though, overhead had brighten slightly. Still, the three trolls were oblivious to what was happening. “Release the human, or you shall face the end of my sword," Derin ordered. “More food,” Lola said. "Dwarf meat. A delicacy." Without warning, the suns rays were drawing closer over the eastern sky. "Oh dear," Lola gasped, coming to the realization of the sunlight penetrting the shade of tree branches overhead. "If we don't eat soon the dawn will take us all!" Too late. Sunlight penetrated the canopy of intertwine tree branches as one by one, the trolls turned to stone as the suns rays made contact with their bodies.  “That was close,” Persia breathed, sinking to the ground in relief. The king and princess appeared out of the wilderness, neither the worse for wear. Princess Gardenia rushed over to Prince Barnabus, and he pulled her into his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck. He devoured her mouth with deep sweeping strokes of his tongue, kissing like they'd never been kissed before, as if it had been an eternity since the last time they'd laid eyes upon each other. Princess Gardenia elicited a moan. "I missed you," Princess Gardenia declared, her voice overflowed with emotion. "Where have you been all my life?" "I missed you too," Prince Barnabus admitted, in his dark masculine voice. "In more ways than any words I could ever say, my love.." Persia scoffed. Her deep brown eyes regarded the couple with revulsion. Her stomach did a somerault."For crying out loud, get a room already. Must you two have to do this right now? It simply not appropriate, if you ask me." At once, Prince Barnabus and Princess Gardenia broke away from their embrace. "Nobody was asking you," the prince said, with a hint of mockery in his voice. "Touche," Persia said, smiling. "All in the day's work. Where onto next?" Derin said. "I hear there's are udead running amok and causing havoc in Shimmerwind. You in?" Derin shook her hand. "Say no more. I'm in--" He turned to look at Jayden, Jack and Misty. "You guys coming?" "Not a chance we got a wedding to be in," the prince said. "We wish you luck though." "Suit yourselves. More for us, then, right Runekeeper?" "I couldn't have said it better myself," Persia countered. Persia, Elyn and Derin mounted their horses, and together they galloped away. The trio watched as they vanished into the woods. The End. 


Submitted: January 07, 2021

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