| Issue # 11 |
| Premier/Dreams |
| The Adventures of Deacon Troll |
| The blazing sun's rays beat down on the dried earth. A steady hot breeze blew tiny clouds of dust along the ground. Deacon Troll's eyes were still adjusting to the intense light of the sun. He held up his arm to shield his eyes from the light. The troll's eyes finally began to adjust to the light. Numerous figures came into view. Hundreds of thousands of people were standing, and all looking in the same direction. The people were spaced well apart, yet still surrounded the troll and could be seen well into the horizon. Clouds of dust flowed through the people. The breeze was making their clothes ripple and their hair dance. The troll began to wander among the many people. He walked up to one woman and waved his hand in front of the woman's face. The woman did nothing. Not even blink. Deacon Troll walked passed the woman and began searching through the many people, to see if anyone was different than the others in the daze. Time went by slowly as the troll walked from person to person. After what seemed like an eternity of searching, Deacon Troll spotted three figures that he knew quite well. The Dirt brothers: Murt, Burt, and Kurt, stood together looking straight ahead, just as the thousands of people surrounding them. Deacon Troll approached them. "Dirts! Where are we?" the troll asked. None of the Dirt brothers responded. This had never happened before. The troll began to worry. The breeze seemed to slow for a moment. Murt slowly began raising his arm and pointed into the distance where everyone was watching. Slowly, and cautiously, Deacon Troll turned to face the distance. Suddenly, the breeze halted entirely and there was a sound of a great explosion from the distance. A colossal dust cloud moving at a profound speed headed straight for the troll from the explosion. Deacon Troll watched as the dust swallowed up countless people that got in its way. "Dirts, run!" exlcaimed the troll, but the brothers continued to stare at the distance. The pace of the cloud quickened and was now almost on top of the troll. Deacon Troll knew now that the brothers would be lost in the cloud and there was nothing he could do for them. There was nothing he could do for the thousands of other people either. The troll turned away from the cloud and began running with all his might. His legs burned from the effort he was putting into them at this moment. It was futile. The cloud was still gaining. The troll stopped and turned around. There is no way I can stay away from this cloud. He examined the cloud carefully and decided what to do. The cloud quickly engulfed the Dirt brothers and kept coming. The troll ran full force toward the cloud. He dodged people in every direction. The troll was approaching the cloud at an enormous speed. The cloud grew larger, the closer came to it, until finally, Deacon Troll entered the cloud. * * * The troll's eyes burst open. It was all just a dream. He was sweating and breathing heavily. "What is it, master?" asked Burt. "Nothing," replied the troll. "Just a dream." "Oh," said Kurt. "I don't think it was," came a voice from the shadows. "Who's there?" jumped the Dirt brothers. "Someone who has come to warn you." "Warn us of what?" asked the troll. "You know what," replied the voice. "I've come to warn you that it's beginning." "What's beginning?" asked Deacon Troll. "The invasion." "Who are you?" A man stepped out of the shadows, accompanied by a woman. "Deacon Troll. Believe me, this is a great honor. I have come to warn you of whom you should be worrying about." To Be Continued... |
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