Leave

You loved the jungle and all the interesting plants that grow there, or should you say used to grow there. Only the hardiest of plants still grew and this greatly affected your role as a healer. You relighted on the healing property of plants to keep the tribe of Trolls healthy. In the heat of the drought, You had removed your duvet poncho in favour of just your underwear that you had taken from your castle, along with other clothing and possessions after Zuljah ate your mother.

A meeting was held with all the Trolls and yourself present. The trolls had taught you their language so you could understand them better and they did not have to speak broken English.

“We have to leave!” A small and young Troll by the name of Nozok proposed. You had been interested in this Troll for some time as he was the closest in size to you of any of the adult Trolls. There were some muttering, a few boos and some words of agreement at this motion.

“No, we can not leave the jungle, this is our home.” A big, fat, male troll by the name of Movo replied. “I say we just fight the humans and take their land and water.”

There were more cheers at this than you would have wanted. Many of the Trolls saw humans as just another animal to hunt and eat. If you weren’t so useful some of the tribe would try to eat you. However, most of the tribe had taken a liking to the little human girl that knew more about all sorts of things than any troll had ever learnt. Even the ones that wanted to eat you sought you out if they had problems that needed your intellect to solve. Now you spoke up. “It is too sunny, your shadow forms won’t work outside of the Jungle, we are already having problems here. We need to find somewhere dark and wet to live where your shadow forms are at their strongest and there is lots of food for the tribe, not to mention Eldor ” She was referring to the massive shadow dragon that lived with the tribe.

“Nora and Nozok are right! We must find a new place to live. Pack what you can carry we leave in two days.” Declared Xanfar the leader of the Tribe. He slammed his fist onto the table he had been seated at to silence any protest.