Prelude: The Cliff...
Dave knew instantly that he had fallen for this troll... His crimson eyes, his bell-like laughter... He loved it all. And he sobbed as those hot irons were placed on those thin beautiful wrists... Roared when the arrow pierced his side, held him when the chains were finally cut... buried him in a tomb... And at last, when it was time to return to the present... He took their journal with him. the journal that chronicled their love, despite how brief it was, the journal's pages were full...
A/N: Please let me know if I should continue!