The tree's fallen leaves collapse under the heavy weight of the hunters' feet. "Father, I do believe I have told you numerous time I do not wish to be so assertive in this rebellion of yours." The younger troll pulled his hood further over his head so it shaded his eyes.

"If you want to live under the forest-dwellers treated as a servant for the rest of your life, you may but you are my son and I refuse to let you live this way." The older troll smiled at his son, "You are a Vantas Kankri, the red in the cloak you wear is nothing to ignore."

"But father I-"

"Shhh, there's a pack ahead," Sticking his arm out of his grey and read stitched cloak the Father stopped the other from continuing further.

As said, ahead was a small pond and a group of wolf type forest-dwellers. One obviously the leader or at least the eldest, the two smaller ones trailed behind arguing. Eventually the two started fighting and it wasn't long before the large one turned back and tossed the others away from each other.

"What are we doing here?" Kankri whispered ducking behind a bush.

"Just wait." Kankri's father moved his hand down to grab at the scythe on his belt.

"Wait, you don't intend to-"

"Shh,"

The Eldest and youngest left in a storm, the remaining one huffing out a breath before walking up to the lake for a drink. Completely removing the scythe from his belt, the eldest troll charged forward and struck the lone forest dwellers back.

"Father, What are you doing!" Kankri sprung up from his hiding spot. The wolf formed boy growled, Purple blood streaming out of the wound, his eyes flickered as he tried to remain conscious.

Author's Note:

My first published story done! I hope you all enjoyed it, Please leave a comment if you would like any imput or have any ideas. I'm already writing up Chapter one, and I'm sure it will be up soon, Thanks for reading.

~Lyra