franklyl
Peasant
Joined: May 11, 2005
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 Posted: Thu May 12, 2005 2:41 am Post subject: Troll's Story |
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(i'm a greenha
nd and this article has been received
here.,but i have the right to post it anywhere
^_^either.maybe it is bored but i' m glad to hear the
criticism. )
I’m a Troll. Since I was a child, I have been dreaming
of traveling around world. The reality is that I live in
a village by the sea in the south. It even does not have
a name. I have never left my village. All the people I
meet are almost the same with me, with blue skin, sharp
and long teeth. We often go admiring the boar skin hung
outside our village head’s house. That is the biggest
prey ever caught by the villagers and has been asset
that the village head often shows off to other
villagers. And it has won him the title of village head,
and for that reason he married all the female Trolls,
young or of similar age to him in the village. ||
I have been admiring this skin for twenty years. That
day, LAN’ in, the village head’s daughter walked out
of the log cabin, when I saw her gentle and graceful
figure I realize that I have grown up.
Then I returned to my own shed, brought some kipper,
gave the next-door uncle my favorite fishing rod,
sharpened a stick and left home. I was on the way for
ten nights.
One morning, I ate up the entire kipper, and had to stop
at a cave gate in the southern Durotan.
“Lair”, the name of the cave was chiseled on the cave.
I met several clansmen and one race that I had never met
before. They were a little shorter than me, but their
hands and legs were so short that they looked so
strange. Their shoulders were twice as wide as mine.
Their skin was bright green. Their teeth were far too
lousy, though covered by their lips. That was a race as
unembellished as that cave. One of them nodded to greet
me, saying: “hi, I’m Orc! You Troll! If want to be
Warrior! Join us! Just like them!”
I looked toward the direction he pointed. A Troll was
sweating all over. After discussing with his green
masters, he cut down his left arm, which they thought
not perfect and strong enough. He hoped he would have a
more promising arm the next day.
Before I fainted, I managed to fall down into the arms
of an old and kindly Troll grandma with my last
consciousness. In front of her hung a board with three
words “Priest Training Class”.
One week passed quickly. I grasped a few simple spells.
Simple, but practical. I have learned to deal with the
boar around the lair with flame. Every time when my
hands were not so painful, I would go back and learn
some new spells.
I have collected twelve boar skins. Only then did I know
that just due to lack of courage, I had missed many
chances to pursue female Trolls. Damned village head!
But it’s lucky he has another daughter, which gives him
a chance to compensate me. When I thought of Lan’jin, I
was homesick. Has the next-door uncle dropped my fishing
rod into the sea? I picked some fruits, packed up the
dozen boar skins and more scorpion tails and planned to
go home. I decided to hang them outside my shed and it
will become the focus of the whole village, the glory of
villagers and the dream of Lan’jin.
Giggling for a while, I walked into the lair and said
goodbye to green uncles.
“Hi,” I said, “I …”
“Hey! Big teeth boy! Well done!”
I felt a little bewildered. Several green uncles stared
at me excitedly with their small eyes. “A dozen boar
skins, two more than we need! And scorpion tails…”
“Fruits!” an uncle with especially green skin
screamed. Then they hugged with each other and danced,
waving their huge arms. That scene was horrifying and
made my hair stand on end.
“You’ve done a great job! You should change into an
Orc!” one green uncle took my backpack away from me and
placed a new suit and a bag of bronze coins in front of
me.
I was annoyed, reaching my hands out to take back my
belongings.
Just then, Green Uncle B spoke to Green Uncle C: “It’s
time to tell him that matter.”
I held my hand back, staring at him puzzled.
Green Uncle C nodded his head and turned to Green Uncle
D. D looked at me and said: “near the lair, there is a
Troll village named Sen’jin Village. It was attacked
yesterday.”
“Their elders came to us seeking help. But we haven’t
found the most suitable person.”
“They are miserable,” interrupted Uncle A.
“But now, we’ve got the right person,” continued
Uncle D.
Four pairs of small eyes stared at me, making me feel
unable to breathe.
My clansmen have been attacked? Is there anything to do
with my boar skins and fruits? Who will attack us? A
horde of our race is near the lair? I was so confused. I
had never confronted with so many questions since I was
born. But green uncles took out a letter in just a
second, wrote my name down, signed their own names on it
and passed it to me:
“Hey! Long teeth village head of Sen’jin!
Hahaha! You were defeated!
This is the fault of baddies!
Good Orcs want to help you finish off baddies!
Good Orcs send Lon’jin, a boar killer, scorpion
terminator and fruit collector to help you!
Lon’jin, good egg! Coming!
Wind-like Green Orcs A, B, C, D
Lair”
Muddled for some time, I grabbed back my package
sharply.
“I won’t go! I want to go home!” I shouted angrily.
I am not here to save a village alone as a hero. Naïve!
I don’t believe it even before I was a child.
I still remember what the next-door uncle told me about
heroes. “Why there are heroes in stories? That’s
because they are dead. They won’t appear beside you,
patting your head and telling their own stories. Only
those who have no courage to be heroes can live to tell
hero stories.”
The next-door uncle was so cool when he gave these
remarks.
“I will not go!” I repeated with a certain tone and
showed them my sharp teeth angrily.
“He won’t go, ” they said to each other.
“Ok. So we have to tell you another thing,” finally,
Green Uncle D turned around and said.
I held firmly to my package while listening jealously.
Green Uncle A and B said in one voice: “Simomo’jin
will go with you!”
I was a little impatient and walked toward the door. But
just then I heard familiar footsteps from behind. It’s
not the heavy footsteps of Orcs, but the light and
hurried footsteps that I had often heard outside village
head’s house. I turned around and saw a Troll girl come
from far end of the lair.
Her skin is light blue. Two small lovely prominent teeth
in her beautiful mouth. Her well-proportioned body in
pure white robe and her eyes as clear as spring brook.
“Simomo’jin! Priest! She volunteers to help Sen’jin
Village,” said Green Uncle D.
Coming to myself from trance, I asked: “Priest, what
does Priest do?”
“Priest will help us with the power from God! Such as
love and justice! Power and beauty!”
I felt irrepressible anger rising from inside, “how can
she help me? Point out the direction when I escape? Or
prey for me when I’m finished? It’s enough. I’m here
to say goodbye to you. I’m going home! Go home!
Understand? If God can help me, let him talk to me
directly. Come! Just forget it if he won’t come. I’ll
go home and I’ll become village head! And I’ll…”
I didn’t even finish my words. Suddenly, a halation
flew away from me and then surrounded my body. I had
never felt so warm before. It comforted my soul.
“God rarely helps humans directly. He helps humans
through priests.”
I looked toward where the voice came. The light in
Simomo’jin’s fingers and smile on her face, and even
her teeth hidden in her mouth were as gentle as flower.
“God selects those who select God. People following him
will encounter danger too, but each danger is worthy.”
What Simomo said shocked me. I wanted to say something
but could not. Her remarks were not provocative but I
just could not refute. Green Uncle A took away my
package and pointed to the lair exit, saying: “Go out
of there, and the World of Warcraft is right there.”
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