Howdy readers! This story popped into my head recently and I can't get it out in any other way, so I've decided to share it with the rest of you as well.

One thing to note: I have nixed the troll accents and slang, because I decided that if they're speaking in their own languages, it'd make more sense for it to appear... Well, normal.

Anyways have fun, hope you enjoy. I've got the plot planned, rated M for language, gore, and obvious future sexy-time reasons.

I'll probably rewrite this draft eventually, but for now I would like to just get it published.


As I absentmindedly dug my toes into the coarse sand, I stared out through the sweltering heat over the ocean. It was so hot today that if I looked far enough, the air itself seemed to be shimmering, swirling and rippling as the heat of the sun beat down upon the world.

I'd had only some luck fishing this afternoon, only having caught about four decent (but small) sunfish over the course of the day. The fish were smarter than me, in my opinion. Unlike myself, they were probably taking cover in the shade, in the protection of the jagged coral that blocked the sun's rays.

I, however, was soaking up the almost painful heat of the harsh sunlight, no doubt earning myself a whopper of a sunburn. Night elves don't like the sun, but I deal with it. Down in these tropics, especially on a clear day like this, the sun can be brutal.

Anyways, I had to eat something, and because I was so far from the nearest town, this fishing deal was the smartest thing to do.

My pole jerked forward and I hopped to my feet, relieved to have some form of excitement amidst the ridiculously slow day. Whatever was on the other end wasn't giving much of a fight, at which I frowned. The easier it is to reel in, the smaller it probably is.

My fears were confirmed when I brought in one of the most pathetic-looking spot fish I've ever seen, and that's saying something. It was tiny, bony, and to my mild amusement, I had somehow hooked it through the tail, not the mouth. The thing probably wouldn't have been able to fit that hook in its tiny jaws even if it wanted to.

Grumbling to myself, I tried to decide if I should use it as bait for larger fish or set it free.

The smart thing to do would be to hook it by the head and chuck it far into the surf, sending it out amidst the sharks and predators that would snatch it up within seconds, thus winning me my meal for the day.

But I stared at the poor creature and frowned. I'm not sure if it was the heat going to my head or perhaps my stupid heart going soft, but without further thought, I unhooked its tail and tossed it lightly back into the water. With a flick of its body it was gone, and I was left once again empty-handed.

I wiped a bare forearm over my brow, trying to rid myself of the layer of sweat that was beginning to drip into my eyes and cause my dark hair to stick to my skin, and re-baited my pole with an unfortunate grasshopper, then cast it back out.

The jungle behind me was tempting, as it offered both shade and possibly fresh water springs. But, I knew better than to go in there on an empty stomach and without proper weapons. Well. I DID have proper weapons earlier, but not anymore. Not after I had so gracefully slipped down a mudslide on the way here and managed to crack my beloved staff in half. Of course, I always had the option of my simple nature spells, but they weren't nearly as good without my enchantments. And there was also shape shifting, but that too was risky. I had no idea who or what I could encounter in there, so it was best I stick to the beach until I made it back to Booty Bay.

A few times I'd attempted to shift into my aquatic form and fish that way, but the waters were stirred and muddied from a recent storm, and I didn't have much luck at it. It was a nice way to cool off, but my hunger was beginning to take complete precedence over every other need I had.

I hadn't eaten since the day before, and after walking almost an entire night through a jungle, I was getting both tired and exhausted.

And now I couldn't even go back the way I came, seeing as I was defenseless and starving.

The sole good thing about my situation was that my only danger on this beach was the possibility of encountering pirates, but even that wasn't such a bad thing... As long as they were the southern Blackwater pirates, at least. Bloodsail Buccaneers were a whole different story, but they were probably on the other end of the peninsula, so I was more or less safe from that threat.

I'd only met two Bloodsail Buccaneers before in my entire life, and both of whom - upon discovering me - had made attempts on my life. They didn't make it, sadly, but I suppose that's how life is. If you bite, expect your victim to bite back.

And in my case, as a Druid, that should be taken literally.

Anyways, I became a bit restless after a while and scooted forward toward the water, placing my feet into the cool surf and enjoying the refreshing feeling of it all: the sand on my feet, the cool water on my toes, and the salty smell and soft sound of the ocean's waves. I placed my hands in the sand at my sides, some of my fingers on my right hand resting on the handle of my fishing pole that had been sunk into the sand as an anchor. I closed my eyes to squint out the sun, lolling my head back and taking a deep, slow breath of the hot sea air.

A strange scent on the wind caught me off-guard and I opened my eyes abruptly, raising my head to look around. It seemed almost... Spicy, that strange aroma, like something citric, possibly even incense. My Druid nose was on red alert now and I stood up, removing myself from the inch-deep water that had been lapping at my toes.

I picked up what remained of my staff, looking in the direction of where I believed the scent to be coming from, straight from the jungle.

Thus followed a stalemate: me standing stock still, staring into the dark underbrush of the tropical forest, versus whoever my opponent was, who still wasn't revealing his or herself.

A slight rustle came from behind the ferns that lay on the forest floor and I jumped, eyes wide and staff gripped tightly in my palms. My nerves were tingling, and I stared into the dark forest both terrified and alert. Within the jungle was a plethora of dangerous threats, and according to the strange, spicy scent I could smell that accompanied the sound in the underbrush, it only meant one thing: jungle troll.

And when yet another noise came from the left, it confirmed another fact: there was more than one of them.

I had never actually encountered the trolls out here; I'd always made sure to veer widely around their known camps whenever I ventured into the jungles, and I had never run into any stragglers. But I'd heard stories of them, none of which made me want to see one, let alone a group of them.

Looks like luck wasn't on my side that day, because although I had my broken staff gripped in my trembling hands and my mouth curled in a sharp snarl, I must not have looked that intimidating; in front of me appeared a group of four large, barbaric-looking trolls with massive tusks, vivid hair and blood red eyes.

They all eyed me wickedly, grinning widely and gripping large clubs in their gigantic tri-digit hands as they all four began closing in on my location, circling me so that my only escape was the sea.

And so, that was the chance I took. With one last wide-eyed glance between the menacing trolls, I let out an undignified squeak and leapt back toward the surf, leaving my pack, broken staff, and fishing pole behind without a second thought.

One of the Trolls barked out an order to the others that I didn't quite catch and behind me I could hear their large feet padding through the sand, edging closer and closer as I splashed, running deeper into the water. Just a little further and I could shift, and then they'd have little to no chance of catching me. My aquatic form is fast, especially with this much terrified adrenaline coursing through my veins.

But I never had a chance to prove that as something extremely large hit the back of my knees so hard that they buckled beneath me, causing me to collapse down into the two-foot surf. I let out a sharp cry of pain as both of my knees hit a long body of coral that had hidden itself under a thin layer of sand, which sliced straight through the skin there. Amidst the burning pain, I felt two large hands grab me by the shoulders and drag me backwards, and I let a feral snarl rip itself from my throat as I fought back against the trolls, baring my sharp canines and clawing at the gigantic fingers wrapped too closely to my neck.

To my dismay, one of the trolls began speaking, which I could roughly understand due to the Zandali I'd learned in my many years in Booty Bay.

"We've got a fighter, brothers" he chuckled in an almost raspy, gritty voice, to which another one replied, "Chief will have fun breakin' this one's spirit."

I shuddered unintentionally, still trying to wrench myself from their grasp, which was now nigh impossible due to their iron grip on my wrists and ankles.

I glanced down at my knees and retched, noting that the cuts on both were so deep that I could almost see the bones. Sand had embedded itself into the cuts and thick, dark blood was streaming down both shins at an alarming rate, soaking into the coarse sand and dying it crimson.

One of the trolls removed a length of green grass twine from his crudely-woven belt and began wrapping it tightly around my wrists and ankles while another one stood up and frowned at my bloodied legs.

"She losing too much blood," he murmured, one brow quirking upward while the other stayed knitted in thought. "Nobi," he suddenly barked in an order at a troll apparently known as Nobi, "Heal her." He jerked his thumb at my ravaged knees.

The one tying my ankles, Nobi, paused and turned his red eyes to my knees and let out an audibly annoyed sigh that turned into a grumble, but to my relief, he quickly gathered a swirling healing spell into his hands and let it transfer to my knees, which immediately knit themselves back together, ridding the flesh of the sand and salty, dirty water that had forced itself into the cut.

I let out a sigh of relief as the pain receded, and i almost relaxed before reminding myself that I was currently being take captive by a group of primitive trolls.

I contemplated shifting, but I knew that attempting such a feat against these four would be pointless. They had me trapped no matter what.

That thought scared me more than anything else, the realization that this was serious and that I had no means of escaping, and so I more or less lost my mind.

I began writhing brutally against my restraints, letting out a long string of curses and almost unintelligible threats - though because I was growling in Darnassian, they had no idea what I was saying. I didn't dare speak their language for fear of what that could do; I had no idea how they would react to knowing I understood them.

Finally, my left heel broke from its confines and hit home against one of the trolls' jaws, giving a satisfying 'crack' as it went, and he howled loudly, which turned into a furious growl. He angrily whipped a hand out and grabbed the ankle, digging his sharp nails into the skin and wrenching the whole limb in a twisting motion, resulting in a lot of pain on my part.

He leaned in close toward my face, his hot breath making me gag as he spoke to another troll, though his burning eyes still bored into mine as he growled out his words.

"You sure we can't just have our fun and be done with this bitch?" He hissed, then slowly cocked his head to look at another troll, "Getting a little tired of her already."

The other troll, Nobi, shook his head and smirked almost impishly, "Can't do that; she's a gift for Ra'jin. We already discussed this."

The troll who I had so kindly given what was now a swelling jaw was still scowling.

"I don't think it'd matter to him if she was a bit bruised around the edges though," he growled, gripping his hand tighter on my ankle, twisting further and causing a squeak of sharp pain to escape my throat before I could stop myself.

A different troll stepped in and ominously pressed a tough, wooden club against the guy's neck.

"Stand down, Kev'kiz," he warned, and the angry troll continued to tighten his deathly grip, which made me surprised that the bones were even intact still. I gritted my teeth and growled at him, doing my best not to cry out in pain like I had last time. My weakness seemed to fuel his cruelty, and I wasn't going to allow him that satisfaction at my own expense.

Kev'kiz's eyes flashed with spite and one corner of his mouth tugged at a smirk as he ignored the other troll's warning. He suddenly wrenched my ankle so brutally that my will was finally broken, and my growl turned from a low snarl into an almost strangled squeak as moments later I felt a snap in my ankle, the sound of bones disconnecting. I shrieked loudly, clenching my teeth and gritting against the pain that now shot up and down my leg, down into my toes and then all the way up past my knee. This troll, this 'Kev'kiz', had somehow just snapped my ankle like a mere twig with his raw strength.

The troll standing beside Kev'kiz growled loudly and connected his club to my abuser's head with a loud, almost hollow 'clonk', then began yelling.

"What did I just say?" The troll growled at him, raising his club to strike Kev'kiz again, who had stood and was facing his attacker. The first troll continued waving his club dangerously, "Our chief doesn't like them damaged!"

"He's only ever tasted troll; he probably won't even know the difference," Kev'kiz replied with a shrug, holding his hands up in surrender.

The other troll shook his head angrily, but he did lower his weapon. "Just because you're his cousin doesn't mean you can go around with no regard to his well being."

"Well being?" Kev'kiz snorted derisively, "Just because I'm having a little fun with this.. Plaything, doesn't mean I am disregarding my chief's 'well being'." He held up his fingers in mock quotation as he said the last two words. "Besides... You should thank me. Look how she's calmed down."

They all stopped to stare at me, and I had to admit that he was right. I had not calmed down, as he claimed, but I was more or less holding still, seeing as every movement I made sent shooting pains up from my ankle.

My wide eyes scanned the four of them as they inspected me, and I then finally took a chance. Apparently they were taking me to their chief as a 'gift', (what it was he'd use me for, I didn't want to know) and I decided that though I had no chance to escape, I could at least try to communicate with them, to talk them into being a little more civil.

One of them started to reach down and grab my ankles to tie them, and I cringed away, eyes widening and voice raising an octave.

"Stop!" I squeaked loudly in Zandali, (how specifically I learned the language is an interesting story for another time) and all four of the trolls froze.

Kev'kiz stared at me like I'd grown an extra head. "You speak our language?" He hissed it at me, brows knit tightly.

I dumbly nodded, then finally found my voice. "I do."

Kev'kiz raised his brows, looking around at the others, "Well then, that changes things..."

Nobi nodded and a third troll spoke up, "No kidding."

The fourth troll with the club scratched the back of his neck. "The chief will be pleased."

"Very," Nobi nodded, "It'll save time, too. We bagged ourselves a good one, brothers."

Kev'kiz's eyes flickered slyly, "Let's take her to the chief."