Horns and Horngazels
Earth, sky. Day, night. Ebb, flow. Peace, chaos. Life, death. For every outcome, someone needed to ensure that the balance of The Scales remained even. Magic, and those born of it, were given free reign, to an extent to find a way to exist harmoniously with those lacking. The Gumm-Gumm resided deep, deep within the Darklands, whereas the Trolls, mindful of magic law, took refuge below the ground to live unbothered by man above.
That should be the end of it. However, of late, The Scales had begun to tip heavily on the side of magic. Arcadia, Centre of All, had begun a tilt into dangerous magical activities. Trolls causing destruction, goblins and changelings running amuck, a child bearing ancient artefacts. Someone needed to set the balance level.
The magical ‘pond’ of Arcadia, would soon find a shark in its waters. Symphony wasn’t one for violence, but Deya the Defiant may have had the right idea...
He was early, anyway, by a few days. But that only gave him more time to do a little bit of ‘sleuthing’ to establish common places the trolls went to ground, their little ‘warren’ exits, and where other mythic mischief makers hid out during the fatal daylight till night time.
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