The bridge seems by now to be as old and true as the stream beneath it; dependable, safe, and a milestone for many between home and away. Its structural soundness and sentimental worth are what makes it so special, not only to those who cross it, but that which waits below, for any unsuspecting prey.

The Troll is a filthy, deplorable being; the faerie world's reprobate; a catastrophic failure of nature; a blackened wart that disrupts fine flesh.

"Are they so nasty behaving because they look nasty, or do they become as vile in form as they feel in the judgment of the world?" the man asks his companion.

The other man holds a finger to his lips the final several yards to the bridge, indicating not only the need for silence, but that he will answer in due time.

Swiftly but quietly, he sneaks alongside the steps of the bridge, draws his sword, swings around, slices at the shadowed creature, and returns carrying its mangled head, shaking his own, "It is not my concern how it happened, my friend, only how to end it."

Views: 3

Comment

You need to be a member of The 6S Social Network to add comments!

Join The 6S Social Network

Comment by Sissy Anderson on November 9, 2010 at 1:48pm
Very creative, and very appropriate.
Comment by Thomas Winslow on November 9, 2010 at 1:45pm
always like your stuff jared looks like i came back in tiume for another good post !
Comment by Jared Handley on November 9, 2010 at 1:42pm
Sorry to re-post. For some reason it wasn't showing up on the front page, and I'm far too vain to let that stand!

© 2013   Created by Robert McEvily.   Powered by

Badges  |  Report an Issue  |  Terms of Service