II RAN THROUGH THE FOREST, because my wings wouldn't carry me anymore. They were broken, useless until they healed.
Broken by Glum-Dun the troll, who continued to hunt my trail. It wasn't my size that mattered, it was how good I tasted, the power within me. That's what he fed on. Sheer power. Trolls wanted power, control. And they were bullies in their own world. If he could make a fast snack of me, he'd get my power in one gulp.
Here, away from other High forces, I was in his element. He knew these dark forests and woods. All my folk were in the glades, the clearings, what humans called pastures. Where the sun shone through.
Humans seemed somehow immune to most of the effects of trolls, other than being physically attacked. Except the sadness all trolls brought with them, and left all
