I turned around. "yea that's right" the merchant said, "I'm talking to you". I glared at him I didn't like the vibe he sent out. He seemed sorta like a troll. We have those in this world and we have vampires and faeries and witches, wizards, warlocks and all that other stuff that's supposedly fantasy. Pheonix always said trolls weren't to be trusted and boy do i believe him. "No need to run pretty girl", said the troll as he stroked my face. "Don't touch me", I murmured. "What was that you pretty thing" "Bullshit you heard me... don't put one deformed finger on me you perv!" Now I had made him angry. He glared then before i could blink he took out a club and tried to hit me with it. "Holy--" but my sentence was cut off and everything became blurry. He had hit me square on the head and that's all i remember.
pyrojs · Tue Feb 27, 2007 @ 10:00pm · 1 Comments |