Far Horizons: Tales of Sci-Fi, Fantasy and Horror. Issue #14 May 2015 | Page 78

better work. Well, if it doesn’t I’m dead anyways.

sky. When the sound faded, the troll took a deep whiff
of the air and his confused look shifted into a grin.
“Human?” His voice was deep. The forest floor vibrated with the sound.
He sniffed the air again, then cheered gleefully. “Human!” In his thick accent, the word came out ‘Whoman.’
It turned around but Angwenth had already ducked behind a tree. She was covered, but it wouldn’t take long
for the troll to sniff her out. She took a deep breath
and pushed herself off the tree, vaulting into a run.
She heard the grunt of the troll as he found her scent.
Something crashed behind her as she heard the footsteps of the troll take after her. He chanted playfully.
“Human! Human!”
Her eyes darted in between the trees looking for a
place to run where the troll couldn’t catch her. Up was
an option, but the troll easily crushed the trees in his
path, and she doubted he would consider what would
happen to her if he tore the tree out of the ground. She
could get into a cave, but there wasn’t one nearby.
Running was her only choice for now.
Deep in her own thoughts of fear, Angwenth ducked
as the troll grabbed a rock and chucked it at her head.
It missed and slammed into a tree to her left, forcing
her to sharply turn and run into a patch of trees. A
pointed branch scraped painfully against her skin, just
short of drawing blood. “Damn it!” she muttered.

Standing her ground Angwent