Writing Adventures

Flash Friday: Bridge Troll

8th January, 2010 - No Comments

Keiren approached the bridge with his sword held before him. The tip wavered as he fought to keep his grip firm with increasingly sweaty palms. The bridge remained clear, the ropes and slats swaying in the breeze. Ten more feet to go.

Three feet to go, one more step, when it finally appeared. The pass troll leapt up, landing between Keiren and the bridge. He stumbled back, clenching his sword with shaking hands. The troll just laughed, and the horrible noise echoed down the ravine.

“You dare raise your sword to me? This is my bridge and you know it Keiren, son of Keanen.” The troll folded his arms and glared down at the young noble.

“The villagers are complaining that you are robbing them, stealing their livestock and … scaring the children.” Keiren stammered.

“I demand payment for crossing as my family always has. I take only what is given. How dare you accuse me so.”

“They… don’t think it’s fair, you… charge too much.”

“How would you like it if there was no bridge? If half the slats were missing? They don’t have to go this way if they find the price too high. Now put your sword down.”

“They… sent me… to…” The sword tip dipped to the ground and he hung his head, unable to finish.

“Sent you to kill me, I bet. But you’ll no sooner do that than your father would have, or your grandfather. They were sent, too. Go back, remind them of the pact. Tell them it keeps them all safe. The elders know and they will quiet the hotheads who sent you.”
“I’m sorry.” He sheathed his sword and turned away.

“The people are fickle, my boy. Be safe.”