Chapter 11

            I didn’t quite get why Gwendolyn cared so highly for these trolls though they were quite interesting to look at.  The little trolls Gwen was now holding in both of her arms were about seven centimeters tall with skin made of tree bark.  Both had only one leaf on their heads with no visible eyes but an emerald green glow came from underneath their bark instead.  They had pudgy little fingers made of twigs, though their feet were small stumps of wood.  Upon their backs was a tree knot that was actually a backpack according to them.

“What jobs do they exactly have?” I asked.

“They are the keepers of the forest, each with a different job,” Gwen replied.

“Like what?” I asked curiously.

“Well, there are a variety of them.  The light oak wood trolls are in control of changing the colors of the leaves according to the seasons.  The dark oak wood trolls are in charge of replacing any rotten leaves by making a green paste in their mouths then spread it out over the rotting spots on the leaves.  Then you have the moss covered oak trolls, they do exactly as they look; they put moss on the trees.  The spruce trolls go around and make sure that all the rocks are freshly dappled and shinned before anyone else sees them, then within a day they go on display for all of us.  These little guys have quite the responsibility, but not as much as the-,” Gwen paused before looking into the sky which was rapidly turning bone white.

“What’s happening?” I stuttered as I felt the wind begin to blow.

“He’s coming,” Gwen replied sternly before the trolls quickly scampered over to a nearby tree, soon vanishing into nothing but a knot on the tree. 

“Who’s he?” I asked before nervously looking over at Gwen.

“Him,” Gwen replied again before grabbing my hand, pulling me into a bush, and put a hand over my mouth. 

            Within seconds of Gwen pouncing on me I heard the sounds of the wind howling like the howl of the scream of a wolf, hail like objects crashing to the ground like tears of the sky, the glass leaves rattling like a thousand wind chimes. 

“He knows when something is wrong,” Gwen whispered before going silent then peered slightly out slightly from behind a leaf.  I didn’t respond but by the widening of Gwen’s eyes I could tell this wasn’t good.  Then that’s when the ground began to shake.