THE TAUROS KING
A sunrise, rising off the horizen, shone over the dry land.
Many trolls, tilting their head to the sounding call, made their way across the land, through trees and across rivers.
They were all going to one place.
As the sun slowly rose above the tips of the trees, the hurds of trolls gathered under the Great Rock, where their ruler watched over them.
But this was no day for mourning.
For today was the birth of new royalty.
As the elder made his way to the edge, he craddled the small grub in his large hands.
All the trolls, awaiting the arrival, got on one knee and bowed their heads.
The elder, showing the new born grub to the large crowd of trolls, listened to the cheering crowd.
The young grub, opening his large eyes, stared into what would soon be his kingdom.
