Help Me
The bear ceased roaring, and sat down on its haunches. The troll walked over to the bear with his eyes never leaving me. His boots made heavy thuds on the wooden floor. He felt around with his hand until he hit the bear nose and he rubbed it, turning away from me. ''Sorry, my dad is a bit on the dumb side. He thinks hiveguests are food sometimes.''
I gulped and then recoiled, as my throat was extremely dry and my head hurt. I started to cough and choke, earning the worried look of the troll before me. He walked behind me and started to pat my back. I stopped coughing and rubbed my throat.
''Jeez, you sound horrible.'' He said laughing a bit. ''I'll go get you something for that cough. There's a plant that grows nearby that helps with sickness. I keep it on hand at all times.'' He strode over to a shelf with assorted jars and containers. He grabbed a light blue, opened the lid, sniffed the contents, and set it back down. He repeated this process until he found a little clear jar filled with a yellow paste-like substance.
''Ah, here we go!'' He opened a little door and pulled out a spoon and a cup. He pressed a few buttons and water fell down into the cup from a system of pipes. He turned to me and told me that it would be ''just a few minutes''. I started to swing my feet back and forth as I waited.
I saw him grab a worn stick and another with a burn mark across the side. He rubbed the two against each other, causing a small string of smoke. One stick caught fire and he lowered that stick under some box thing. I saw the fire instantly grow and I started to get interested.
He set the cup over the fire on a metal sheet. After a minute or so, he put the fire out with some water and he opened the little jar. He took a half spoonful of the yellow stuff out and he put it into the heated water. He stirred it around and then set it on a little plate and handed it to me.
''Drink it. It will help.'' I sniffed the cup, worrying what it might be. The troll sat down in front of me with his legs crossed. I took a small sip from the cup. It didn't taste too bad, but it still didn't taste very good. I swallowed what was in my mouth and stuck my tongue out.
''Yeah, it tastes pretty bad.'' He laughed a bit. ''My name is Landro Sterne. What's your name?'' I set the cup down and I attempted to speak. ''Um… Ceroso Lupous.'' I was not about to tell him my whole name. ''I'm ner to this awea.'' He raised his eyebrow. ''That's quite the quirk you got there.''
''Those awe quite the howns you got thewe.'' I countered. The troll stopped short, and gave me a very serious look. I stared back into his grey-olive-ish eyes with determination. We stared at each other until he started to laugh. I was taken aback by this, due to the fact that his laugh didn't sound like laughter. It sounded like he was trying to breathe but someone was choking him. I started to laugh too, until I was snorting because I couldn't stop.
''So, why were near that highblood's hive?'' He asked after the laughter died down. ''I got lost.'' I wasn't exactly lying nor was I telling the truth. I had no idea what this troll wanted to do with me, or to me. I had play my cards right or else I could end up in trouble. I was young, but not stupid.
''I see. Well, that was incredibly stupid. You're lucky my dad and I were in the area or else Natter would've killed you.'' Landro got up and sat next to me. ''Rhat's the stowy rith that guy anyray?"
Landro looked at me with sad eyes, the ones that were so filled with anguish and pain that it was clear that they were hurting. ''He killed my moirail Rogone…'' I felt immediate sorrow for this troll. ''We were out hunting a few days ago, when we stumbled across a very large goat lusus. He lost his lusus long ago, to a dragon, so he had to run on foot. We ate whatever lived in the forest so when we found such a large beast, we were thrilled. We didn't know it belonged to a highblood. When we killed the goat, Natter came out of his hive, spear in hand. I was able to get away, but my moirail wasn't so lucky. The highblood had gutted him like a fish. When I had realized that Rogone wasn't following me, it was already too late. Natter became a big bully to everyone in the forest right after, causing everyone else but a few of us to leave.''
''I'm sowwy I asked. I didn't wealize that-'' I was interrupted by a hug from Landro. Trolls are not known for hugging one another, not even on Beforus. After a few seconds of awkward-ness, I finally let my arms ease down around his shoulders. After he left go and went to clean up, I had a thought. 'I have no moirail, neither does he. I owe him one anyway, he saved me from getting culled by a jerky highblood. We could be moirails!'
Sooooo very fuckin sorry guys. Writers block is a bitch.
