Long ago, before the reign of man, the magical races dwelt together in peace, led by the council of races. Of all the races, the fairest were the elves. And of the elves, none were as fair as the winged elves. Famed for their beauty and grace, the winged elves, along with their brothers the woodland elves, led the council. And for a millennia, all was peace. Until she came. ...
Whelp! With the thanks of Rodent who helped with spell checking this thing, here is my story. I’m no writer, but it’s not the worst I’ve done. :-) Once upon a time there lived a troll. Now, everyone knows how ugly trolls are with their yellowed, fanged teeth; breath that could knock the pads off a wolf’s paws; head grossly too large for their hairy neck; and hands and feet that ended in blackened, wickedly curved claws. Well, there was one such troll who lived under a wooden bridge that led to a lush grassland, fertile and full of life. But this troll was HUNGRY! It had been months since last he feed. ...