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A Bridge, A Troll, And A Dragon
Fictional short story
Mag sat under the bridge, waiting. She was always waiting. Nothing exciting ever happened at her bridge. No one ever wanted to pass, and so Mag sat there all day watching the leaves float past in the water.
One of these days, she was just going to leave and burn the code of trolls. She hugged her knees to her chest and wrapped her cloak tighter around her to try to keep out the chill. This was so stupid, whoever made up the law that all bridges needed to be controlled by trolls was an idiot.
Laughter drifted through the trees, and Mag’s ears perked up. People, real people, and they were coming her way. She climbed out from her spot under the bridge and stood at the end of the wooden structure, her hands on her hips.
Three people strolled down the path towards the bridge, a girl and two guys. Just as they reached the bridge, she yelled. “Stop. You may not cross the bridge without paying.”
The group stopped and stared at her for a moment. “Who made you the boss of this bridge?” The tallest asked.
“I’m a troll. It’s my job to guard the bridge and make anyone who wants to use it pay.” She walked towards the group, stopping in the middle of the bridge.
