Chapter Three: Trolls Bane

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Yet again it’s time for an adventure, I’ve been cooped up to long so I’m actually quite excited not my usual emotion when going to meet a troll. This morning I was contacted by a small village that decided to call me out. They said if I was truly a friend to the humans I'd come and save them from this menace of a troll that lived up in the mountain.

I didn’t have the heart to tell them that trolls looked like normal people until they fell asleep. I didn’t want them to go around burning people at the stake for no reason. I mean don’t get me wrong I know they’ll figure it out but I’d rather it be after I figure out who the troll is not before.

Now ii want you to understand not all trolls are bad hell most likely this is a little kid who’s just beginning to awaken so they’ve yet to gain control of their new found body. My goal here was simple I want to recruit them into the group.

I arrived at the village right around noon and went straight to searching for the beast. What shocked me was well there wasn’t much of a village I mean trolls are digesting crude beasts but most are only violent when they’re young, sadly I knew immediately this was no child. There’s no way this much destruction was done by someone who had no malice. This village was demolished with intent, and worst of all I knew who did it.

A long time ago I'd meet a troll he never told me his name but he did reveal to me the horror of his life, he was in a coma had been since he was two years old. His parents kept him alive hoping that the transformation would save him as it did. The issue was well the transformation had a down side he was up and walking around again but he was stuck in troll form, for the rest of his life. He asked me to kill him and I said no, a choice I now regret greatly, though I did decide to fix that! Finding him wasn’t hard as he was waiting for me in the center of the town. The hard part was killing him; no it wasn’t physically hard he didn’t even put up a fight if anything it was more of a suicide than a murder. The hard part was that as my body absorbed his blood he turned human I was left holding a small boy no older than 5 who cried out thank you with his dyeing breath. I’d never killed a child before I guess he stopped aging when he transformed, I wasn’t expecting that.

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