Stufur scrambled to back up, hearing Door Sniffer behind
him. They had fallen into the caves
around Lake Lagarfljot. There was no
doubt the Monster Worm was fast approaching.
This was no ordinary little worm, this was a wingless dragon, a direct
descendent of one of the Guardians of Iceland, and he was very powerful. He was a fierce protector of good and the
Yule Lads, being trolls, were not going to be welcomed! Worse yet, they were half-troll, half-ogre, and
the Monster Worm did not want them in
his homecave.
Stufur crawled to Door Sniffer’s side. To his great relief, Door Sniffer held tight
to the Galdur Pokan, the Yule Lad
bag of magic. Each had runes carved to
identify the magic, but otherwise, they all looked a bit like rocks.
“Use it brother,” he hissed,
trying to be a quiet as possible.
Door Sniffer was fumbling with the
bag, but it was dark. “Wait! I don’t know what this is…” he whispered
urgently to Stufur, who tried to grab the spell from his hand.
It was too late. The Monster Worm was in the cave and his
massive foot-talon has grabbed ahold of Spoon Licker’s ankle just as he tried
to scuttle away! The cave lit up with
the red ember breath that escaped from the Monster Worm’s snout. Stufur, terrified, threw the spell and the
cave exploded in a shower of sparks and a rainbow of colors.
“Oh, no, not THAT one!” Door
Sniffer cried and with a flying leap, jumped out of the opening they had fallen
from and disappeared.
No comments:
Post a Comment