IK the Troll
06-13-2008, 02:02 AM
Many hundreds of years ago, when mankind was still young and naive, nature and humanity were kind neighbors, borrowing from each other in a balanced and fair manner that few remember, and fewer care about today, there lived a Troll who fell in love with a mortal woman.
Together they sang, and laughed and cried and loved, they held each other in darkness, and cherished each other by the light of day. And, as does happen, they married, and as his greatest gift he could give, he opened his chest, pulled out his heart, and gave it to her. After all, in his way of seeing it, it was already hers to begin with.
But as time passed, the Troll noticed changes. The fair maiden was asking him to be less and less Trollish. Loving her, he tried to comply, and as he watched his heart become more and more neglected, he feared that his heart would break over time. As time passed, things worsened. His heart was used as a paperweight, a hammer, or worse – nothing at all. The Troll withered as he watched his dreams dissolve around him, and he wept alone.
And then one day, the Troll found the maiden missing, and searched for her far and low. But all he found was the shattered shards of his heart, smashed upon the rocks by the path that led to their home…..
No cry of sorrow ever made before or since matched the Troll's sobs. The skies cried with him, the winds howled as a chorus backing his lament. And for a very long while, he lay there, crumpled, as the rain beat down upon him.
And then he felt it. The rage was coming. The Ogre he would become was welling within him, and he scrambled to hold onto his sanity much as a child trying to hold onto a wet fish. Without thinking, he grabbed two of the shards, and pressed them together with all of his might, channeling the rage into his actions. For how long a time he smashed the shards together, he could not tell, as beads of sweat formed upon his brow and sap flowed from his fingers, cut by the sharp edges.
But behold, he did, that the shards fused, and a slight glow came from the union. And the rage was held. A breath of hope escaped his lips as he grabbed another shard, and began pressing it into the fusion.
How much time passed, hours, days, years it is hard to say. But the Troll sat there, gathering the shards and remaking his own heart. By the work of his own Sap, Sweat, and Tears with heart was being healed.
And then, one day, he looked around, and there were no more shads to find. At first he panicked, but the realized that he must have done it! He must have remade his heart! Looking at it though, made him concerned. It didn't look anything like his heart used to. It was once smooth and glowed with a pristine aura that was hard to look at directly. The heart in his hands now was lumpy, glowed an off purple, and had a large hole in it from where the heart had broken beyond repair.
But it mattered not to the Troll. His heart was his again, the Ogre rage was gone – so it must have been working. So, he opened his chest, dusted out the cobwebs, and put his heart back where it belonged.
If a while, nothing happened, and the Troll feared that his effort were fruitless, when it happened. Like a lightening bolt from the blue, it struck him, stopping him mid-stride as he walked down the path. And again, another lightning bolt, this time less painful. Then another and another…..
His heart was beating again.
So long had his heart not beat, that he had grown used to what it was like without it. Having it in him again was like a rebirth, only this time it was more than her had ever known, more than he could have ever dreamed. For the first time in his many years, he was more alive than he had ever been!
In disbelief, he opened his chest to gaze upon the heart, and momentarily blinded himself. The heart glowed like a hurricane of purple fire, with more intensity than was ever thought possible. What is more, from the hole gushed and beamed something forth which no mortal man nor creature of immortal kind had ever seen. Where love would have been stored, it shot out like a beam of energy that knew no end. Pleased and at peace, the Troll continued down the path with a spring in his step, and joy flowing from his heart.
Many years passed, and many adventures happened to the Troll with a Broken Heart. There were times of sorrow, and times of happiness, and times of darkness, and times of victory, and eventually he became the King of his kind – and he was a good king to his people for having his special heart.
But amidst all the happiness and hubbub, the pomp and posh, the good and the grandiose, still he seeks and waits for the one fair maiden, whose love will heal his broken heart.
Together they sang, and laughed and cried and loved, they held each other in darkness, and cherished each other by the light of day. And, as does happen, they married, and as his greatest gift he could give, he opened his chest, pulled out his heart, and gave it to her. After all, in his way of seeing it, it was already hers to begin with.
But as time passed, the Troll noticed changes. The fair maiden was asking him to be less and less Trollish. Loving her, he tried to comply, and as he watched his heart become more and more neglected, he feared that his heart would break over time. As time passed, things worsened. His heart was used as a paperweight, a hammer, or worse – nothing at all. The Troll withered as he watched his dreams dissolve around him, and he wept alone.
And then one day, the Troll found the maiden missing, and searched for her far and low. But all he found was the shattered shards of his heart, smashed upon the rocks by the path that led to their home…..
No cry of sorrow ever made before or since matched the Troll's sobs. The skies cried with him, the winds howled as a chorus backing his lament. And for a very long while, he lay there, crumpled, as the rain beat down upon him.
And then he felt it. The rage was coming. The Ogre he would become was welling within him, and he scrambled to hold onto his sanity much as a child trying to hold onto a wet fish. Without thinking, he grabbed two of the shards, and pressed them together with all of his might, channeling the rage into his actions. For how long a time he smashed the shards together, he could not tell, as beads of sweat formed upon his brow and sap flowed from his fingers, cut by the sharp edges.
But behold, he did, that the shards fused, and a slight glow came from the union. And the rage was held. A breath of hope escaped his lips as he grabbed another shard, and began pressing it into the fusion.
How much time passed, hours, days, years it is hard to say. But the Troll sat there, gathering the shards and remaking his own heart. By the work of his own Sap, Sweat, and Tears with heart was being healed.
And then, one day, he looked around, and there were no more shads to find. At first he panicked, but the realized that he must have done it! He must have remade his heart! Looking at it though, made him concerned. It didn't look anything like his heart used to. It was once smooth and glowed with a pristine aura that was hard to look at directly. The heart in his hands now was lumpy, glowed an off purple, and had a large hole in it from where the heart had broken beyond repair.
But it mattered not to the Troll. His heart was his again, the Ogre rage was gone – so it must have been working. So, he opened his chest, dusted out the cobwebs, and put his heart back where it belonged.
If a while, nothing happened, and the Troll feared that his effort were fruitless, when it happened. Like a lightening bolt from the blue, it struck him, stopping him mid-stride as he walked down the path. And again, another lightning bolt, this time less painful. Then another and another…..
His heart was beating again.
So long had his heart not beat, that he had grown used to what it was like without it. Having it in him again was like a rebirth, only this time it was more than her had ever known, more than he could have ever dreamed. For the first time in his many years, he was more alive than he had ever been!
In disbelief, he opened his chest to gaze upon the heart, and momentarily blinded himself. The heart glowed like a hurricane of purple fire, with more intensity than was ever thought possible. What is more, from the hole gushed and beamed something forth which no mortal man nor creature of immortal kind had ever seen. Where love would have been stored, it shot out like a beam of energy that knew no end. Pleased and at peace, the Troll continued down the path with a spring in his step, and joy flowing from his heart.
Many years passed, and many adventures happened to the Troll with a Broken Heart. There were times of sorrow, and times of happiness, and times of darkness, and times of victory, and eventually he became the King of his kind – and he was a good king to his people for having his special heart.
But amidst all the happiness and hubbub, the pomp and posh, the good and the grandiose, still he seeks and waits for the one fair maiden, whose love will heal his broken heart.