| Issue # 12 |
| Dark Heroes |
| The Adventures of Deacon Troll |
| The man and woman were clearly in view now. The man was tall. He wore a long trench coat which was left open. A large saber hung from his waist, and a large gun accompanied it. The woman wore a robe and had two daggers hanging from her waist. Her long hair flowed over her face and shoulders. The Dirts immediately sprung up in defense. "How did you get in here without us sensing you?" exclaimed Murt. "You can sense your enemies, am I right?" began the man. "Yes," replied Kurt. "But you still haven't answered the question." "But you can only sense your enemies?" continued the man. "We can only sense those wanting to harm us." "Well, then, it seems that we are not your enemies. We have not come here to harm you," for the first time, the woman spoke. The troll examined the curiously. "What are your names?" "Forgive us, my mind was elsewhere. I forgot to mention our names" the man began. "My name is Nelquishma, and this," he motioned to the woman, " is Arduanna-Bo." The woman nodded. "We have come here to warn you. And to help you," the woman added. "Warn me of what?" inquired the troll. "A shadow that looms over us. A shadow that hides in the darkest corners of the world. An unspeakable evil that has deceived us for centuries. An evil that is secretly invading our homes for a single, terrible purpose - to enslave the world." Nelquishma approached the troll, "You already have been warned once. And you know by whom." "Dizz Trawyer spoke of a master?" Deacon Troll questioned. "Yes," Nelquishma replied. "He did have a master. After all, he was only a pawn. A measly little peon in the eyes of his master. Dizz Trawyer was nothing compared to the threat that has been right in front of us all this time. This power is a million times more powerful than Dizz Trawyer could ever be." "How could something this terrible be right in front of us without me noticing?" the troll asked. "If there really is something as terrible as you have said, then would I not have already sensed this great power?" "Conventionally, yes, but these of whom I speak are unlike any foe you have faced. They have abilities beyond your wildest imagination." "You still haven't told me who they are." The room was silent. The air was filled with tension. Deacon Troll was becoming impatient. After the long pause, Nelquishma finally broke the silence, "Penguins..." "Penguins?" Kurt chuckled. "What do you think they'll do, fly around and throw snowballs at us?" Burt laughed. "Penguins don't fly," Deacon Troll responded in all seriousness. The Dirt brothers stopped laughing. Neither the humans, nor the troll had found any humor in what Nequishma had said. The Dirt brothers fell silent and looked away in embarrassment. Deacon Troll continued his questioning, "Why do you say that penguins are the greatest evil this world has seen?" "I have proof," added Nelquishma. He reached into his pocket and brought forth a small sphere that appeared to be covered by tiny squares of glass. The sphere had a large burn on its side and appeared to be missing pieces of glass. "This is what the penguins are using in their invasion as their primary weapon. It has been nicknamed 'Door Prize.'" He tossed the sphere onto the floor in front of himself. Deacon Troll picked up the sphere and began to examine it. "What does it do?" "It is a mind controlling device." Murt looked up at the sphere in the troll's hands. "I've seen that before." "Where?" questioned Nelquishma. "When we were captured by the demented elf," concluded Burt. "He was also working for the penguins," added Nelquishma. "How have the penguins come to deceive us so well?" asked the troll. "Why do they want to enslave everyone for?" "Now that, Deacon Troll, is a long story," began Nelquishma. To Be Continued... |
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