Dec 2019 – Fictionspawn

-Hey! I’ll make you a deal, said Espen from the troll’s hand. Let’s have a singing contest. If you can sing louder and stronger than me, we’ll not only let you eat us, but we’ll even prepare ourselves as the most pleasant meal you’ll ever have. You see, I’m the head chef of the King’s kitchen, and these two are my main assistants.

-What? We’re not – Ouch!

The Ashlad kept talking as his brother Per held his leg. -If you lose, well, you’ll just eat us as you always eat humans.

The troll rubbed his beard for a long while. He tried to figure out why the little creatures would go into such a bet, but soon he forgot all about it. He did want to find out what kind of meal these three cooks could create…

… It had no legs, and the arms seemed to be hidden under its cloth. Its face was old, diffuse, like it wasn’t really there. Mock was wondering if it could be eaten, but had a feeling it couldn’t even be killed. Not with his spear, at least.

-Do you know the way out?

The figure seemed to be looking straight through him, like if he wasn’t there.

“The tunnels are all like tar and resin,

Like sailors’ knots and the spider’s spin

The exit is found at the stop of the top

A stone is tossed when gravity’s lost”

It disappeared in thin air, just as it had arrived…