Without wasting any time, Jerrik and the little troll decide to join forces to escape. The way down does look quite steep, whether you look at it from the top or from the bottom.
Jerrik discovers that a troll is held captive with him. This is both comforting and unsettling, since trolls were only supposed to appear in bedtime stories.
Jerrik comes to his senses in a room with a -bird’s nest- view. While it offers a striking view of the neighbourhood, something tells me it’s on the wrong side of it. We will just have to wait an see what happens!
Now, who puts a rock in the middle of a tall grass clearing? If only Jerrik had know, he might have taken a different route…
The flying predator, whatever it is, seems determined to catch a Jerrik for its supper! It’s pretty clear the tall grass will not be enough to keep our little guy out of harm’s way.
Jerrik often felt compelled to do what he knew his parents would disapprove of. In this case, to turn around was not an option.
Jerrik had only heard about trolls from his father’s bedtime stories. They had eventually become a myth that adults did not indulge in.
To close the Harvest season, the village celebrated with their biggest festivities of the year.
At the end of the warm season, came harvest time. Everyone in the village participated as their survival depended on it.
Even though it came just before the dreaded bed time, story time was Jerrik’s favourite. Depending on who was narrating, the nature of the tales varied dramatically!