"It will be all right. It will be all right. Nothing bad will happen to ye. I will see to that...," his mother said as she stared back at the doorway, with a bit of fear now showing in her own eyes, "Yer father will drive these beasts back to their dens, you will see." She began to rock them back and forth and hum the lullaby she always sang them at night.

   The faint sound of horns could now be heard. The knights of Moorgate had arrived.

   "Ye see children? The humans have come to help us with these vile things. We will win the night for sure, now."

   Cameron sat and held his mother, remembering the sight of the wounded elves. Elven screams sounded outside the hut, and the sound of something going, "Hur, Hur, Hur." His mother stood up and grabbed one of his fathers bows down from the wall.

   Just then, shouting could be heard. It was his father. He ran to the door wanting only to see his father. The sound of many arrows in flight filled the air like bees in a flower covered valley. He pulled the blanket aside and saw his father and a few others rallying together to kill the trolls who had made it this far in. Five trolls were racing towards his father's group, one of them immense in size, even compared to the other trolls. More arrows flew and one of the smaller trolls fell to the ground. The sound of an arrow leaving the string came from above his head. His mother was firing her bow against the trolls. All would be well now. His father and his mother would see to that. The trolls reached his fathers band of bowmen and an already wounded elf fell before the onslaught.

   "Retreat!", cried out his father, "Retreat!"

   His sister tried to get him to move away from the door, but he wouldn't budge. He was going to see this if he could have any say in the matter. Another arrow flew from his mothers bow, finding it's mark in the largest troll in the group. The troll roared in pain and turned to face the hut. Cameron could now see that the troll was missing one of its eyes. Where an eye should be was only skin.

   His father's group had moved farther away from the hut in hopes to draw the trolls away from the center of the village. His father saw what was happening and shouted his mothers name.

   "Niniel, run! RUN!"

   The immense troll advanced on the hut, Cameron backed into the hut, no longer wanting to see this fight. His mother fired another arrow and backed up as well. The Troll Champion forced his way into the hut, bursting one of the support beams as he did so.

   "RUN, children! RUN!", screamed his mother.

   The troll charged at Niniel, bellowing in it's accursed tongue at her. It swung it's claw at his mother, ripping the bow from her hands and raking her arm. Blood flowed from his mothers arm. Horns blew again, now much closer.

   "Run children ... run...," his mother gasped as she fell to her knees, " before it is too late"

   His sister grabbed his arm and pulled him to the door as the troll champion attacked his mother again, killing her with the blow.

   "NOOOOOOOOO!!!", screamed Cameron as he saw his mother die. The champion turned at his cry and gave him a grin that showed all of his teeth. His sister drug him from the hut, forcing him to leave his mother behind. The troll champion exited the hut, his claws and hands covered in blood. His father ran up, blood seeping from an open wound on his brow.

   "Get behind me children! GET BEHIND ME NOW!", screamed his father as he let an arrow fly towards the troll. The troll advanced on his father. "I will see ye dead, ye twice damned beast!", His father yelled at the creature. "

   Cameron looked around at the pathway outside his home, and saw it littered with elven and troll bodies alike. He grew sick and vomited as the sights, and smells of the dead lying on the ground, overcame him. He turned to see his father fight the beast that had killed his mother. His father already wounded appeared to be losing the fight. The troll, seeing that Elantark was trying to protect the children, was exploiting it at every chance by putting his father on constant defense. Yet every now and then the troll champion would claw at his father, dealing wounds every time. His father was weakening. Horns sounded, very close now.

   "Run, son. Run daughter. Run tae the humans. They will protect ye. RUN!", his father said through gritted teeth.

   Just then, the troll dealt a severe wound to his fathers left arm, causing it to go limp. His father ran to one of his fallen comrades and took a sword from the dead soldiers hand. The sound of horses hooves could now be heard charging up the pathway. His father turned his head to see if Cameron and his sister had done as he had said. The troll advanced and raked his father across the neck, dealing a killing blow.

   Cameron was frozen in shock. He had seen both of his parents die in a matter of moments. He could not move from the spot but stared at his father's body in disbelief. His sister screamed at the beast and started to throw rocks at it. The troll looked at the little girl and grinned. It ran up to her, and picked her off the ground by her head, it's hand nearly covering her entire face. Cameron heard his sister screaming but could not move from where he stood on the path. The troll champion tossed his sister aside like a rag doll and moved towards him. Cameron could only see his fathers body lying on the ground. The troll reached for Cameron.

   Suddenly the world became filled with the sound of arrows in flight. Many missed their target, but enough hit the mark that the troll jerked back, dragging a long claw along Cameron's neck and jawbone. Cameron collapsed as blood seeped down his shirt.

   "Get 'im men. Charge the bloody beast. We need healers up here! That boy may still be alive.", shouted Paul Mu'ab Dib III.

   The troll was hit several times but did not fall. Realizing that it would not win, it retreated and ran, several knights following after.

   "Samhain to me side! This boy still breathes.", ordered the Knight.

   Cameron looked up into a bearded face of a strange looking man. "This must be a human," he thought," ... I wonder what my dad will do now that humans are in the village..."

   As he slowly began to pass out, Cameron could hear the chanting of a healing spell begin and the smell of woodland pine was the last thing he remembered of that day....

   Cameron Mu'ab Dib, or as those who know him best would call him, Troll Hater, shook his head as he tried to push the memory back into the past. He ran his finger down the scar that was still visible through the thin beard he had begun to grow. He was here for a reason today. He had heard tell from one of the members of the guild that a one eyed troll had been seen up in Dark Blizzard Pass. He knew it was a long shot, but he would not rest until he knew the killer of his parents was dead. He looked up into the waning light of the sun, wrapped his cloak tightly about him and charged over the next hill in search of trolls.