The Lothirill Part I

From behind the mountains the sun began slowly to rise and look upon the Trollish country. It was not that horrible. Once the Trollish country was Elvish territory, and it was rich and fertile and beautiful. But the Trolls came and destroyed the Elves, along with much of their land. But some of it still reminded all who look upon it of the once so beautiful Elf country. The beams of bright light shone upon the two. Daegan opened his eyes and at length stood up. He shouldered his backpack and headed west with Gorwane. They then found that Daegan's pony had died overnight for a strange reason.

Then they set off straight westwards.

After a short while, they came up to the tallest hill of Blacruhk and saw the land stretch for many, many leagues. Then they both saw a road that led further west into Hiilgrag, which was Ogre territory. Running straight through Hiilgrag and at the foot of the sloping, Hills of Moonhammer it stopped. The road then picked up again in the middle of the Hills of Moonhammer and led on through the hills and into the friendly lands of Moonhammer, which stretched far and wide. And in Moonhammer lived many of the Dwarf population, Elf population and Men population. If only they could make it across the rest of Blacruhk, and through Hiilgrag and the Hills of Moonhammer, they would be fine. They examined the length and decided it would be a week's journey to the Hills of Moonhammer. After a short while they began to start, heading west towards the road that led through Hiilgrag and the Hills of Moonhammer. The dawn quickly turned to noon and noon quickly turned to dusk. The light was failing and it became eerie again as it had been in the days before. The feeling once again fell hard upon Gorwane. Daegan began to see eyes in the forest's border that they followed westward. The eyes were not peaceful, quiet eyes. They were troubled eyes, dark and filled with hate and blood. Daegan clutched the hilt of his axe the rest of that night.

At midnight they made camp. The wind blew cold and crisp against the two and they received only four hours of sleep. At first light they stood up and cleaned up their camp. They set forth again, hoping to cover more distance than the day before. It was not until midday that they found the winding path near the borders of Blacruhk. They moved onward along the winding road. At midnight they came to the borders of Blacruhk. That night they had traveled one more league and then set up camp. The fire slowly began to fade. The wind blew passed them. Growling could be heard. They made camp upon a steep hill with steep slopes. Daegan and Gorwane jumped up and unsheathed their weapons. From the sides of the hills came towering out of the shadows, giants carrying clubs and axes. "Ogres!" shouted Daegan. The Ogres surrounded both of them. "What do we do?" asked Gorwane. "Hack away, that's all we can do!" shouted Daegan. "On three, I go low for the legs of mine and you go for the heads of yours, agreed?" asked Gorwane.

"Agreed," said Daegan.

"1..." said Gorwane. The Ogres drew closer and closer towards them.

"2..." he added. The Ogres soon were only half a foot away from them. The Ogres raised their weapons and as they were about to swing

"3...!" cried Gorwane.