We slowed down to a walk and looked around a bush to see a troll not two feet from us; its skin was a murky green color and muddy, it was a life sized rock expanding with every breath. Insects gathered around its head landing where ever the slimy green skin showed. It raised its arm to swat away some flies revealing a filthy stench coming from it's under arm. I heard a twig break behind me then the mass of rock turned around. I ducked into the bush grabbing Tobin’s tunic and observing the beast through the branches. It had a large head with yellow teeth and yellow eyes. The teeth were like upside down fangs, like dusty yellow daggers waiting for action, it drooled out a black liquid and stank a smell so fowl I had to hold my breath. It was fat around the waste and a black cloth, a lot like the drool color, covered its lower body. Its hands were as big as an adult human’s head and its dirty unclipped finger nails grasped a thick club, sharp and heavy looking. It bent down sniffing the bush with its large nose; the yellow beady eyes scanned the forest.
The stench of its mass was unbearable. I could not hold my breath any longer. I looked at Tobin and his face was a pale blue-green color, the odor and the lack of air showed clearly on his face. I was certain it was the same for me. Tobin’s end was coming, I could feel it. He was going to give in and when he did the monster would know. I clutched the hard handle of the sword waiting to strike. Then a high-pitched, ear-piercing shriek, loud enough to make me cringe against the bush came from the opposite direction. The troll’s long, bony ears twitched and it moved away, slowly walking and dragging its club on the ground behind it.
(This is a piece of my book, I hoping that if enough people like it I will post the chapter)
