Hey, I'm not so sure where I'm going with this one, but I'll figure it out soon... I'm thinking of another story here, involving dragon, magic, and stuff... but I'm not telling.
Enjoy!
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Prologue: It's been three years since Rosemary gave birth to Blabberwort the troll, second oldest of Relish the troll King. Blabberwort is three and Burly, the first eldest, is five.
Trolls, as a general rule, don't rebuke their children for fighting; it builded character, but Blabberwort was only three, not even old enough for her first weapon. Relish the troll king grabbed his eldest son, Burly, by the scruff of the neck and seperated him from his three year old sister, blabberwort.
"Aw, dad, she started it!"
"I don't care. When she's older, you can fight all you want, but for now, I'd like to keep her in one piece!! Go outside and make yourself useful, Burly." he snapped.
"But, dad-"
"-No buts!! Go! Or I'll skin ya and make a pair of shoes outta you!" he yelled. He lounged back in his throne, flung one leg up over an arm of the chair, and gnawed on a chicken bone.
Burly, who knew when he was defeated, hung his head and stomped outside, furious with his bratty little sister. She started it!! Why did he even have to have a little sister? He wished he had a brother. Yeah, that'd be awesome, then they could play, and fight all they wanted. Not like some sissy girl. Girls didn't like fighting until they were older, and Burly liked fighting. He had his own little knife made of wood that he'd clumsily carved from a branch, and he pretend-fought his friends all the time.
He had been walking along the street so long in this manner,thinking of all the nice things he could do with a little brother instead of a sister, that he bumped right into someone. He looked up and saw that it was a woman-human, not a troll.
"What're YOU doing here? This is the troll kingdom, you're kind aren't allowed here." he accused, glaring up at her.
The pale figure raised her eyebrows and smiled menacingly.
"Little Burly the troll prince. And what brings you out on a dreary day like this?" asked the woman stranger. Burly noticed that her eyes were red and her lips were light blue, and he backed up a step. Just because he liked fighting didn't mean he couldnt be afriad of something. And this woman scared him. Her long thick black hair, dark as the night smelled like autumn leaves, and her eyes seemed to root the young troll to the spot. He couldn't move.
"My dad says only trolls are allowed here. You have to leave," he demanded, but his voice came out sounding small and childish. The woman laughed.
"Aren't you cute. Run home. Tell your father nothing of what you have seen or what I have said. In fact..." said the figure, smiling deviously and waving her hand.
"...forget you even saw me." she finished, and Burly's mind was wiped blank. He blinked and looked around.
The stranger was gone, vanished as if she were never there.
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Back in the ruined castle, Blabberwort sat on the floor in her cloth diaper and a ragged yellow baby shirt made for her by her mother and played with a very old stuffed toy. She had fluffy ginger hair, held back and barely restrained by a cloth headband, and dark eyes like her mother.
Relish the troll king sat on his throne and watched his daughter play. Someday, when she was 11 years old, he would give her her first weapon. He eyed his precious shoe collection and smiled toothily; he loved shoes, for reasons even he wasn't sure of.
"You have fun while you're young, Blabberwort. Soon enough, you'll be getting lessons from your father, along with your brother. And you won't be having fun." he said grimly. He loved his children, as much as he verbally abused them, and he never wanted to see them come to serious harm, but they needed to be molded in the ways of trolls. How else would they ever learn?
He got up and called for one of the palace guards, a black-haired troll by the name of Brute.
"Keep an eye on her, make sure she doesn't hurt herself. Wake me if Burly gets back here." he demanded gruffly.
"Yes sir." he snapped, and he stood there in the doorway like a sentry, watching the young troll child play.
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Lily watched the young boy run away with a small smile on her face. She didn't like scaring the local children, but they could not, for their sakes, be allowed to remember her. She was a rogue now; an outsider, and if any word of her reached her old clan, there would be hell to pay on many levels.
She sought refuge among the trolls because here was where she would least likely be noticed. Trolls were by far easier to not only seduce into giving her what she needed, but it was easier to make them forget her as well.
She flipped her thick black hair over her shoulder, and glanced up at the sky; she liked days like this. Rainy and cloudy, not too much sun. She couldn't abide by the sunlight. It gave her crippling headaches.
She turned and gracefully walked up the street, heading towards the Beanstalk forest.
