Onward to Adventure: Chapter 6

Suddenly, as though he was kicked in the chest by a horse, he was sent back to the night he decided he would fight the monsters of the world. He smelt the ashy air all over again, the warm campfire on his face. The long horned ants were chirping and the wolves were howling in the distance.  He remembered this night very well, it was the third week of the Harvest and the whole village was abuzz.  This night however, his brother Bjorn took him out camping in the woods, Brinvok and Bjorn always took a few nights around this time of the year to get away from the town.  He opened his is to see his brother sitting on the opposite side of the fire roasting their dinner.

“Hey there brother,” his brother Bjorn said, “You just dozed off, wouldn’t want you to fall into the fire wouldja?”

“No haha no we wouldn’t, I prefer the food to be cooking rather than me.” Brinvok responded.

“Yeah Brinny, say, isn’t the night sky magical? You can see all of the moons in the sky tonight, the sky is a blend of purple and black, I knew I picked a nice night to go camping.”

Brinvok felt a chill run down his spine, Bjorn was the only one who ever called him by his nickname.  Suddenly, there was a loud crash from the forest and Bjorn began to grow uneasy.

“Maybe we should get out of here, that could be a bear.” Bjorn said.

“We can take a bear, relax brother, is the dinner almost done cooking?” Brinvok stated.

“Um yeah it’s done, let’s dig in,” Bjorn said, who took the bird off of the skewer and handed one of it’s legs to Brinvok.

Suddenly there was a closer crash, it sounded like a whole tree was knocked over.  Bjorn ran to the tent and took out his double edged axe and threw Brinvok his quiver and bow.  The two crept behind their tent and prepared for whatever it was that would be that would attack their campsite.  Then out of the darkness came a forest troll.  The troll had stubby legs and a thick, stocky body.  Forest trolls have four long huge arms that end with big meaty hands that have three fingers as thick as three fingers of a normal person.  The whole body is covered in coarse brown hair.  They have long ears, almost resembling a foxes and has two short horns on its head.  The face almost resembles a human however, it’s nose is hoggish and the face is wrinkly.  

Suddenly the troll let out an earth shattering roar and charged towards their tent.  Brinvok dodged and shot an arrow into the troll’s back.  Bjorn however was unable to dodge and was thrown into a tree by the troll.  Then the forest troll picked up Bjorn with two of his arms and beat his chest with the other set.  Brinvok felt completely cold as he watched the beast rip his brother in half like he did all those years ago.  The sheer anger washed over Brinvok again and he went to the upper half of his now dead brother and took his axe and ran at the creature.  The troll was not paying attention to Brinvok as it was throwing around Bjorn’s torso.  Brinvok sunk the axe deep into the troll’s back, the beast let out a deep, low groan as it slumped to the ground like a ton of clay.  

As the adrenaline went away, Brinvok felt cold again, he felt as though his mind was removing himself from the situation.  As he went higher and higher into the night sky he saw the face of the Baolab on one of the moons.  It sneered at him and said in a voice of pure malice.

“The fun has just begun Brinvok, I am going to break you.”

‘Why are you doing this?” Brinvok shouted in response.

“I am doing this because you are the biggest threat to our plan.  If I am successful in bringing you to insanity, then there is nothing stopping us from taking back our land from you filthy humans.”

With that Brinvok felt the familiar feeling of being cold and was flown through to another memory.