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Indtroduction
Polly's Realm
A Whole New World
Pete's Promise
A Way Home
Returning Polly
Justice Will Be Served
Thanks
It was a beautiful day in the land of the trolls. Polly was just waking to the sound of the busy streets outside the kingdoms walls. When the door to her room swung open and in walked her father, the king. He is a brute of a troll. What you would expect the king the trolls to be. Greeting her with a smile as she stepped into his hand,” Good Morning, my daughter! Smile my love. A princess is much more presentable with the look of joy on her face.” The King stated. Lowing her head, Princess she was, but Polly never felt much love from her kingdom.
“Father, the people talk, and I have heard what they say. I am not the princess they desire. I’m odd and not like any troll before. They don’t want a bug for a royal.” She said holding back the tears.
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Krys was arriving at a thrown of what seemed to be made of burnt wicker. Sitting atop the thrown was Polly’s worst fear. The banished elf queen, her father had defeated many years ago. Pale and covered in her own reddish hair with the just very tips of her ears showing, like pearls hanging from a curtain of flames. “Queen Roslyn, I have brought the princess as asked.” He said as he placed Polly in the palm of the wicked elf’s hand. Glaring at her the queen seemed quite pleased. Without a word she stood and strolled over to a table. On top of the chard table was a small glowing glass case. With no more than a smirk, the queen waved her hand and the cased seemed to just snap open. Placing Polly inside it automatically shut. “Now! Krys there’s one more thing I need, the tear of the King.”
Handing him a small vile, she turn and left with no regard to him. Standing by himself in the dark of the forest, Krys shrugged his shoulders and proceeded to make his way back to the kingdom. At the gate of the castle Krys was pondering how in the world he was going to be able to get the tear of his uncle. The king was not the emotional kind. The love of his life had died just days after the princess’ birth and no one had ever seen so much as a mist in his eyes. The king was a strong Troll. Even if somehow Krys got him to shed a tear how was he going to get it in the small vile the queen had given him.
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