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Sunday, December 31, 2017

At the bottom of the stairs there was a door. I pushed it open to reveal millions of Troll. Jon and I decided to creep to the next door on the other side of the room, as Trolls had horrible eyesight. The room was bright, but gloomy. Trolls were just standing there in a huge group, millions of them. We crept along the walls of the room and arrived at the single door. Jon tapped it open. We walked through the door and I silently gasped. Groll was sitting on a throne, his bow and sword nearby, just reading a spellbook, with glassed the size of sheets of paper in front of his lousy eyes.

Groll was the leader of the trolls was a Troll himself, only twice the size of a regular troll. He was green with lumpy skin and short legs. He had long arms and a broad chest. As we moved towards him I noticed the ground and walls, even the roof was made of cooled lava. Along the walls of the room, a slow-moving river of lava flowed.

Then, I stupidly yelled "Hey, Groll, over here!"

He looked up from his book, enraged, and grabbed his sword. Jon and I pulled ours out, and we clashed. That's the last thing I remember. Now I lay in the centre of the room, Groll's towering body motionless in front of me. Jon had bin minorly scratched, but I had a deep wound on my forearm. We needed to get help.

With Groll gone that was easy. Behind Groll's throne, there was a passage. We followed it until we could hop out of a pit in the bright and colourful Great Creation Town, where the king lived. I jumped out of the pit and passed out in the grass...

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