Softy the Troll by Adam Boustead

Author:Adam Boustead [Boustead, Adam]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2019-12-10T22:00:00+00:00

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The look of the fair started to change. The tents began to look cheaper and the people rougher. Their clothes were less rich and colourful with fewer silks and more leather. They were less like aristocrats and more like workmen and farmers.

“Softy, what’s wrong with them?” Jenny asked in a whisper.

“Wrong? What do you mean?” he whispered back.

“They have strange scars and many of them look sick. They look at me with hatred.”

“It’s not you personally, sweetie. They have good reason to hate humans,” he said as a stick thin woman with wilting leaves drooping from her head and deep cracks and slimy moss covering her green skin glared daggers at them as they passed.

“I do not understand.”

“Jenny, we are fey. Creatures of air, earth, fire and water, creatures of mother earth. How do you think the way your kind treats nature affects us?”

“I do not know.”

“I do not mean to upset you, sweet one, but your race is poisoning us. These fey you see are the ones that have been affected the worst. Do not worry, we will be all right. Just keep walking and do not look them in the eye.” He tried to reassure her, but Jenny could tell by the tremor in his voice that he tried to hide but failed to, and the rapid darting of his eyes everywhere that he was afraid of these fey.

Suddenly two very big fey blocked their way. These Jenny could identify for she had seen their kind before, they were trolls. One was one of Softy’s kind and the other was like the troll that had guarded that club or whatever it was. They both wore raggedy sleeveless tunics that stopped just above their knees. They, too, looked sick. Their skin was covered in a spider’s web of cracks and the parts that were not cracked looked like they had been dipped in acid. They were both missing claws and teeth. The smell coming off them was like a blocked drain.

“Please let us pass,” asked Softy, his voice rising notably, sweat shining on his dark skin.

“Go away and try being a true troll for once. No, stay and be a real troll. Help us slowly eat this stinking, poisoning human,” growled the one like Softy.

Softy’s skin paled. He bunched up his muscles and clenched his fists, trying to look tough and failing. “The Lady Charity is under the Ambassador’s protection,” squeaked Softy.

If he thought that would stop them, he was mistaken. They just laughed derisively and slowly advanced on them. Jenny looked behind her to see if they could run for it. A crowd of watchers had gathered. They stared back, their gaze filled with a passive hatred. They would not help or hinder but they would enjoy what was about to happen.

We’re about to get battered. Then Jenny did something, and even she did not know why she did it. She stepped in front of Softy, lifted up her left hand and held it palm out towards their aggressors.

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