I look around me. It's pitch black. There's nothing around me to illuminate the darkness of the forest. Being passed through the stomach of that horrible creature that looks like an earth mound isn't even the worst part of this night. First I'm kidnapped by the Bergens, I sell out to keep from being eaten by them and then I end up getting eaten anyway by a forest creature. I guess it's better than having the Chef eat me. She's unbearable. I only cooperated with that wench so King Gristle wouldn't eat me. Just when I thought everything was going to go my way, I got knocked down so many times, I'm not sure if I can get back up. I'm not upset I was eaten, or about the how the Chef wench failed me, or the fact I can no longer return to Troll Village. I'm most upset about how I can no longer see him. Branch.
No one would have expected anything really. I don't believe anyone saw the connection like I did. Maybe I just made it up, just so I could feel better about myself. No one would have expected for me to be a master of manipulation. I don't believe anyone saw that I pretended to have feelings for Poppy and show interest in her just to attract Branch. It's pretty obvious he had some sort of attraction for her, and if I posed as any kind of threat to their relationship, I knew he'd come around. Every time I floated over to Poppy after a sweaty yoga session, or after I made a batch of organic-non-GMO-zero-trans-fat-low-sodium-no-sugar kale chips and gave them to Poppy, Branch would always be right there to butt in.
There was always something about Branch's demeanor that sparked an interest in me. I'm a pretty Zen Troll, and I'm alright with all the others in Troll Village being happy, but Branch was different. He was moody, mysterious and brooding. He didn't take anything from anyone, he was strong and defensive. The way he could rebuttal against anything anyone said to him was just outstanding. Branch stood out in a way no other Troll did. His grouchy attitude attracted me to him. I never have thought of us having any sort of relationship, what with us being polar opposites. But somehow, Poppy converted him and he became the same as any other Troll. She took away what was special about Branch. She took away what made him different. I hate her.
I stand up and brush myself off. I'm going to have to clean myself and get all this crap off of me somehow. It's a good thing I used my hair to form a bubble around myself, and release a protective aura so I wouldn't be dissolved by those pesky stomach acids. I can't say the same for Chef though. I saw her go in one end, but I'm the only one who crawled out the other. It serves her right to be dissolved into little bits, she hardly helped my case back at the castle. She smelled like roasted booty so I don't really mind she's not with me at the moment. I spin around and view my surroundings. All forest, trees and grass. There's no way I can find my way back home to Troll Village. I'm a bit hesitant going back there though, I doubt I'll have a warm welcome. But...I need to see Branch.
Suddenly an idea strikes me! I whip my hair around and wrap it around a tall tree branch. I sail up to the branch and stand on it, looking out over the treetops. Not far off in the distance I see some lights flashing. Lights. Musics. Singing. Trolls! That's it! It seems like this journey won't be a long one at all. I'm not sure how to get over there though. Another idea hits me! I step back and bolt forward. When I reach the end of the branch I spring off it into the air. Suspended in the air with the help of a few dragonflies, I begin floating over the forest. My auras are aligning, my body and soul becoming one. Within a matter of minutes I reach Troll Village. They're having a really huge dance party for Poppy's coronation as the new queen of Troll Village. I don't get how her dad is the king and she's the queen, but I'm sure they don't know what incest is.
I land at my house, or should I say rock. I believe in using what you already have, and carving out a nice rock by the waterfall was the perfect location for me to live in. So serene and calming. The trickling water flowing right through my living room. It's a paradise. "Namaste." I bow to the dragonflies and they go off on their way. I open up the front door and immediately tear off my yellow sweats. It feels so good to let the cool air flow across your body and let everything hang loose. I take one step into the flowing river and a jolt of energy hits me. It's surprisingly warm tonight. I put in my other foot and sink into the river. I let my beautiful green-blue ombre hair get drenched in the water. The warmness and the refreshment of being clean is enough to make any Troll excited. I think it's time for a little Zen time.
My hair slithers over to the counter nearby and tangles itself around my organic-naturally made lotion. I prepare myself for something I've been needing to do for a long time. My hair presses down on the pump, squirting a few drops of lotion into my hands. I hop onto the edge of the river and lay down on the cool rocky floor and being to slide my hand down my smooth chest. My hand makes its way past my waist to what I've been craving to have some alone time with. I cover it with my lotion and grip it firmly and slide up and down on it. It feels so good, and the sounds of the squelching make it even more enthralling. I quicken my pace, my heart beats faster, my entire body shaking. It's close now. There's a knock at the door.
"Creek! Can I talk to you? I saw you float down." I hear Poppy call from outside. "Creek, I know you in there, don't play games with me." she adds. I can't answer her, not now. I got as fast as I ever have, my entire body trembling, ready to release. "Alright Creek, I'm coming in if you don't say anything." I try to form words, but the pleasure it too great to bear. I hear the door click and I throw my hand off myself. The door opens and Poppy locks eyes with me. It's too late. I release a sweet moan of ecstasy as my Zen is finally released, flowing out like hot wax spilling down from a candle. "Creek!" Poppy shrieks as she slams the door closed. I laugh and dip back into the river, washing everything off of me.
"Is Creek in there?" I hear Branch ask from outside.
"He's in there alright. He was busy." Poppy replies.
"I thought you wanted to go talk to him." Branch says.
"Creek might need a few minutes to get ready and then I'll knock again." Poppy suggests.
"That's fine. But I know you really want to talk to him." Branch continues. I whip my hair back and forth to dry it and quickly slide on a fresh pair of yellow sweats. I creep over to the door and press my ear against it, listening. "I also really need to talk to him too." Branch mutters.
"What did you want to talk to him about?" Poppy inquires.
"Its...its personal, Poppy. Don't worry about it."