A young woman who has powerful abilities, runs away from her family in hopes of protecting them, and in order to run from herself. She is part of a prophesy, where she and two others will battle an evil bent on destroying them and life as they know it. A rouge lackey will switch to the good side in order to help someone he barely knows, and finds himself again.
(Six years ago)
One’s high school graduation is meant to be a transition from one life to the other. Transition from childhood to adulthood. It is when a person makes the dreams they have a reality. A blessing to many of those who look forward to it. For one person, the transition into adulthood had already come and passed. She was forced long ago to grow up. Because of this she knew that her graduation wasn’t going to be a blessing sent from above. She knew that she now had a chance to draw the evil away that follows her from her family.
The night of her graduation, while her family slept, she packed. She filled the bag she called her pouch full of important items. She took with her savings, clothes, a blanket and two journals. In a large solid wood trunk she placed all items from her room that said anything of her ever living in the room. She opened the door to her room, put her pouch over her shoulder and picked up the trunk, closing the door behind her for the last time.
The last thing her parents, and two brothers heard of her was the note she left taped to her door, a note that said:
Hey guys,
I’m sorry. You know why I had to do this. You don’t have to be afraid anymore. Life will be easier. Have faith and maybe life will find us together again.
Always,
Gracie D.
She took the trunk and hid it in the one place she knew know one would find it, and she walked to no where in particular. As long as she got away from the town where she had already caused pain.
He hated days like this. They were the worst. He worked for a man who the public began calling, The Troll. The Troll had no name, at least not that he knew of. But the Troll was a menace, who was spectacular at scaring people, which is mostly what he did, and all of what he was good at. But this “henchman”, which is what he would be called in one of those old movies, mostly thought the troll was stuck on himself, he thought he was better and more powerful than could be imagined in this world.
“Taylor!” He was snapped out of his daydreaming when another of the Troll’s “henchmen” called out his name.
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