TOM LANDED SILENTLY on a ledge overlooking a massive crevice that ran along the far side of the tunnel. Below hundreds of trolls marched slowly past. Tom wasn’t a warrior. He’d never been interested in ROTC at school or serving in the military. Now he wished he had. He stared down at the crossroads below him watching in dismay. The three smaller tunnels converged into one. Each tunnel contained hundreds of trolls all marching silently, all armed for battle. He didn’t know what to look for. He didn’t know how to estimate the number of warriors. He didn’t even know if the type of weapons they carried gave any indication of their intent.
Although Tom had been in the tunnels long enough to know they were headed toward the mountains and that would take them under the Woodland Village. If they
