ENCHANTED LANDS

INTRODUCTION

SAM Sandler finds himself lost in the woods, after a partying hard at the end of term party. His so called friends play a practical joke and leave him stranded on a disused road. Sam wakes slumped at the side of his car and decides to drive home knowing to well he has had far too much to drink, but still decides to drive home, suddenly without warning the car start to snake left to right, he tries to regain control but instead of turning into the skid he goes against it causing the car to spin uncontrollably. Sam tries to desperately to regain control but it’s too late he crashes through the protective barrier and down the side of the ravine. His car accelerates increasing its speed; all of a sudden, his car comes an abrupt stop against a large tree the next thing he knows he’s catapulted through the windscreen at high velocity coming to rest in some nearby bracken shortly after he passes out. He wakes the next day to find himself in thick woodland of which he has never seen before and is nearly close to death, when something remarkable happens that will change his life forever.

CHAPTER 1 
HOW IT BEGAN

It is a warm summer’s night with a cool crisp breeze blowing from the north fanning the flames of the campfire.
The end of term party was in full swing and everybody was having a good time, the music was banging and the beers were flowing.
“Sam, can you put some more logs on the fire,” a voice shouts, it was Laura
he had fancied her since the 5th year and never could close the deal.
She is a petite girl with flowing long dark hair, bright blue eyes and let us just say curves in all the right places.
“Yes, no problem,” he replies placing to huge logs onto the fire. 
“Thanks, Sam you are such a sweetie,” she says biting her lip.
You know something, I have fancied you since 6th year, but never thought you liked me, i was actually beginning to think you were gay,” she says playfully. 
“Are you? I am really hoping you are not, as i am feeling a little bit horny,” she continues to say unbuttoning her blouse.
“Really you want me,” he replies wide eyed, he cannot believe his luck. 
“Yes Sam silly, come and sit here,” she says taking her bra off through her sleeve and throws it behind her.
He stands speechless, mouth wide open gazing upon pure beauty.
Sam is a bit of a computer nerd and gym freak, he has the brains and braun but was useless when it came to the ladies.  
“Laura’s eyes widen, come on baby sit here won’t bite, well not unless you want me to” she says giggling.
He sits down beside her; the warm glow from the fire envelopes her face, it was as if she was glowing.
“You are so beautiful,” he says placing a hand on her cheek, she blushes.
“Thanks Sam, you don’t know how much that means coming from you.”
She smiles swaying sexily then places her hand on his chest and slowly unbuttons his shirt revealing his well-toned torso then proceeds to run her finger up and down his chest.
“Now what am I to do with you,” she says with a sultry look. 
“Just do what you want to,” he replies closing his eyes enjoying the moment.
“Hmm, have you ever been with a girl Sam?” 
“Yes, of course, loads,” he replies.
He was lying his socks of he was still a virgin.
Laura slips her thong off and throws it on top of her bra.
She now stands totally naked, “see anything you like Sam? She says opening her legs. 
This is the first time he has seen a woman’s bits and it is all a bit overwhelming and shy’s away.
“What’s wrong Sam? don’t you like me?”
“Yes of course I do, it’s just I haven’t been truthful with you, I’m still a virgin, i haven’t even kissed a girl,” he replies blushing.
Laura looks at him in disbelief; “really!” or are you having me on?”
“I wish, I’m sorry for lying, i did not want you to think I was inexperienced.”
Her eyes widen, “I suppose i better fix your little problem, ”then starts to unbutton his jeans.
“Laura Stop! This doesn’t feel right doing it here with everybody watching,” he says pushing her hand aside.
“she frowns, “are you sure, that’s what you really want Sam?”
but before he could answer she grabs his balls and squeezes hard.
“No, i am not sure at all,” and gives her a peck on the cheek. 
“Oh Sam, come on, you can do better than that surely, ”she says.
He leans forward and kisses her softly on the lips.
She responds by pulling him close so that they are touching skin to skin, she takes his hand, and places it on her breast.
Sam fumbles around for a while exploring, squeezing and gently pinching her nipples, their tongues are entwined as if in some sort of an enchanted dance.
His heartbeat starts to beat faster pumping blood to his already engorged penis, she sees his monster banging at its material prison wall begging to be released and slides her hand down the front of his boxer shorts and gently closes her hand around his penis.
“Well Sam, what do we have here?” She says gently rocking her hand up and down.
Sam’s eyes roll to the back of his head, he just can’t believe what`s happening to him.
She increases her hand motion and he gives out a little moan.
“Sam, don’t you dare cum yet, we are just getting started,” she says releasing her grip.
“Tell you what you lay on your back and close your eyes, I have a surprise for you, no peeping Sam or no surprise.” she says smiling.
He lies on his back and closes his eyes.
Laura wastes no time in seconds his jeans are over his trainers shortly followed by his boxer shorts.
Sam takes a crafty peep.
“Hey, eyes closed remember,” she says gently biting his lip.
She starts at his lips moving sensually down to his neck flicking her tongue down his well-toned chest.
Suddenly!, Sam gasps as her hand cups his balls followed by gentle kisses traversing his penis, she starts at the base of his shaft and flutters her tongue all the way to his swollen gland wrapping her tongue around its shiny head. “Oh my, fucking god that feels amazing, “he says as she wraps her lips around his swollen gland once more.
Laura sees his delight and proceeds to move her head up and down; she starts to suck as if sucking her favourite lollipop.
“Jesus Christ this feels good” he thinks to himself and without thinking forces her head down hard.
She can’t take it and starts to choke, “what did you do that for? you nearly made me sick” she says giving a him a look of disgust.
“Sorry, just wanted to see how much would go in,” he says smiling.
She smiles back, wrapping her lips around his penis, and slowly moves her head down towards his balls, “is that far enough for you? She says in a muffled voice.
Before he can answer she ups the ante  and  increases her speed moving up and down faster and faster, she`s sucking harder now, she takes her left hand and gently massages his balls moving in tandem with her mouth.
Sam starts to lose control his body starts to writhe around his feet start to twitch and his body starts to go into a kind of spasm.
“No, no, no Sam not yet” she says and stops dead in her tracks.
“It is my turn now, don’t be so selfish” she says moving her body so that her arse cheeks hover above his head.
He looks up to see a wall of course hair looking back at him.
“What am I supposed to do now?” he thinks to himself as she lowers herself back down to his penis and starts to suck again.
He parts the hair with two fingers to reveal her pink fruit and tastes it with his tongue; she gives out a little moan.
Thank god for that, I must be doing something right he thinks while he continues to explore with his tongue.
“Sam... Can you move to your right a little bit and up a little sweetie, not quite got the hang of this yet have you?” she says moving his head into position.
Sam adjusts as he has been asked and gladly lets her assist he feels a little round ball and gently flutters his tongue over and around it.
“Oh yeah baby, that’s it,” she says as she starts to rock her hips.
She increases her head motion faster and faster lapping his cock with her tongue. 
Hip motions follow rocking faster and faster she pushes hard against his tongue.
“Sam, Sam, don’t stop, I’m Cumming,” she says screaming, as her body starts to shake, her breathing becomes heavier as she increases her head motion.
Sam can`t hold on much longer, “I’m Cumming,” he cries as he withdraws spraying white sticky fluid across her face and neck.
Laura laps at the milky liquid like a cat licking its milk.
“Sam’s tongue starts to tire, “how much longer? my tongues going numb,” he says in a muffled voice.
“Nearly there baby, don’t stop nearly there” she says breathing heavy.
“Oh, oh, oh, my god I’m cumming,” she cries in ecstasy spraying something all over his face.
“Sam recoils sharply rubbing his face, what the fuck was that? Have you just pissed on my face Laura? he says angrily.
Laura looks back deep into his eyes, “oh no silly that was my love juice,” she says catching her breath and smiling, exhausted she collapses in a heap on top of him.
However, the tranquil moment doesn’t last long as her boyfriend arrives at the party.
“What the fuck! are you doing with my girlfriend you little shit? A voice shouts from afar.
It’s Colin, a real douche bag, thinks he`s god’s gift, all the girls like him because he`s got the gift of the gab and hung like a donkey apparently. 
Colin is the star player of the football team and everybody respects him, he stands a good six feet tall and well built and dressed to impress the women.
Laura quickly rolls off Sam and scrambles for her clothes pulling on her thong and skirt, she turns and throws Sam’s clothes to him.
“Hurry, he is coming over Sam” she says nervously fumbling with her buttons.
Sam fumbles recklessly trying to get dressed but his hands are shaking making him miss the buttons holes on his shirt.
“Oh, this is great I’m going to get my ass kicked now for sure,” he thinks to himself as the final button closes.
Right! What the fucks going on here Laura?” Colin says standing with his arms folded.
“Look Colin I’m sorry, I was far to wasted and he took advantage of me,” Laura says rushing towards him throwing her arms around him.
“Is this true then Sam? Colin says picking him up by the neck and dangling him in mid-air.
“No, she’s a fucking liar Colin, she came onto to me” he retorts trying to catch his breath.
Colin bursts into hysteric’s, she came on to you, now I know your fucking lying and throws him onto the floor, Sam lands on his arse with so much force it winds him.
“Honest Colin she did, I didn’t know you too were still together otherwise I wouldn’t have entertained her,” he says standing up brushing the mud from his arse.
Colin draws his fist back, “I should kick the shit out of you really” however just as he pulls his fist back his mate whispers something in his ear and instead Colin changes his stance and offers him a hand.
Sam stares at the hand, “Is this some sort of trick?” he says while backing away,
“No mate, come and have a drink with us no hard feelings, i know she’s a slut.
Colin starts to walk towards his pick-up truck, he turns.
“Are you coming? i have plenty of beers in the back your welcome to join us?” 
Sam thinks for a minute and then shouts, “ok, wait up I’m coming.”
Sam heads over to the pickup truck, “here ya go mate” Colin says handing him a beer, Sam swiftly knocks it back followed by another six as his nerves get the better of him.
“Omg, my head is spinning,” Sam says swaying trying to keep his balance, he topples falling on to the grassy bank, as his eyes start to close feet surround him.
Colin wastes no time, he drags him to his pick up and throws him on the back shouting to his mates “you guys follow in his car” with that the engines on both vehicles roar to life.
Colin drives for a good hour out of town taking some tricky windy roads, if you can call them that, their more like dirt tracks.
He gives the signal to stop and everyone comes to a holt skidding sending dust clouds into the still night air.
“This will do fine guy`s” he says to his mates while dragging Sam off the back of his pickup strategically propping him up against his own car, he proceeds to place Sam’s car keys in his hand then says “bye Sam,” then returns to his own vehicle to join his mates. 
Colin starts his vehicle, his headlights illuminate the road ahead, he takes one last look at Sam then wheel spins his car kicking dust all over him.
About an hour passes before Sam starts to come round.
“Oh, my god my head feels like it’s been hit with a sledgehammer, where am I?” he thinks Looking around at his surroundings.
He opens the car door dragging himself into the driver’s seat and starts the engine.
VROOM! he puts his foot down hard on the gas and pushes his face right up to the window trying to focus on the road ahead.
He heads back down the dirt track blinking continuously wiping his brow, his eyes flutter as he forces himself to stay awake as the alcohol courses through his veins, he tries to wind the window down it sticks, he takes his hand of the wheel for a split second to force it down. BUMP!, suddenly the car hits a rock in the road, he fumbles for the wheel as the car starts to snake left to right he frantically wrestles with the wheel trying to bring his vehicle under control but its no good he loses the battle turning his wheel the opposite way and sends his car spinning out of control. Argh!, he screams as his life flashes before him as he crashes through the barrier careering down the embankment.
CRASH! he comes to an abrupt stop as his car shakes hand with a tree, SHATTER! The windscreen explodes, WHOOSH! He’s ejected at high velocity, CRUNCH!, his head makes contact with the  windscreen as he’s catapulted from his seat having been too drunk to remember the importance of his seat belt coming to rest in some thorny bracken.
He now lays unconscious bruised and battered, blood trickles down his forehead collecting in the wells of his eyes from a gash just above his right eye.

Chapter 2 enchanted land

Three days pass in the blink of an eye, day turns to night, night to day, the sun rises and sets so does the moon, wild animals come down from the mountains sniffing his body, some pull on his clothes trying to get to the meaty morsels locked within.
Sam’s eyes slowly open breaking free from their bloody prison; he tries to sit up but falls instantly back down catching his cheek on a thorny branch OUCH! He cries as he pulls a thorn that has embedded itself in his right cheek.
“Where am I?” he says as he rubs the dried blood from his eye`s.
Its morning, the sun is just rising like a big ball of orangey yellow fire settling onto the hue blue  backdrop, he looks around at his surroundings but does not recognise anything, neither can he remember anything apart from his name everything else is a blank as the blow to his head as he went through the windscreen has left him with severe amnesia.
Rabbits dart in and out of the bracken curious to their new visitor, birds sing a joyous chorus to welcome in the new day. 
Sam drags himself towards his car and pulls himself up on the driver’s door which exploded open on impact with the tree. He rubs the cars wing mirror with his sleeve and looks in, “shit man look at my head” he says as he sees the gash above his right eye.
He’s lucky apart from the gash the rest of his injuries are superficial consisting of some minor scratches and a few bite marks on his arm were the wild animals have chewed through his clothes.
Sam slumps to the floor as he slides down the wing as he’s still a bit unsteady on his feet and observes his surroundings.
He listens intently; he can hear the birds chirping and the wind rustling the trees branches, and the sound of running water.
Once again, he drags himself to his feet then uses the body of the car to keep himself upright and makes his way to the back of the vehicle; he opens the boot studying the contents of the interior for anything of use. ”Ah, this will do” he says removing a coke bottle that would normally be full of screen wash but luckily for him he used the last lot the day before the party.
He closes the boot, BANG! The noise startles something in the bracken a few feet away from him. He freezes watching as the bracken shakes, a cold shiver traverses his spine, “please don’t be a bear, im not strong enough to fight, a rabbits all I could manage in my state” he thinks as he continues to watch the bracken shake. His eyes widen as fear sets in as he knows if it’s a bear that his life would probably be over as he is too weak to defend himself.
Suddenly!, he sees what’s had his spine tingling for the past five minutes, “thank fuck for that” he says letting out a sigh of relief as a rabbit darts from the bracken.
Sam stares at the tasty morsel he is so hungry having not eaten for three days he imagines it cooking, spit roasted over a slow burning camp fire its succulent juices dripping from its moist flesh as it cooks dropping its precious oils into the flames as they dance changing colour as it mingles making them roar. His mouth waters at the thought, “snap out of it Sam” he says as he snaps back to reality.
He places his hands to his lips, there dry to the touch cracked and blistered, his head pounds through dehydration he needs water soon or he will die for sure.
To make matters worse the sun’s rays beat down so hot that they scorch the vibrant green grass turning it to a dusky yellow.
He remembers the sound of running water, grabs his bottle then heads towards its source. WOW! He says as he exits through some greenery. His eyes widen as he gazes out into the wilderness. In front of him lies a vibrant bubbling stream with clear water, which reflects his reflection. Sam drops to his knees exhausted then takes his bottle and swills it out before filling it with water from the bubbling stream; he chuckles as he removes the bottle as small fish swim by suckling on his fingers mistaking them for food.
He sits on a nearby rock and lifts the bottle to his lips letting its contents splash over his face and into his mouth, “ah that’s better,” he says as once again his lips feel moisture. He dips it in again and refills it depleting the contents in seconds as he feels the cold rush to his stomach. He washes the dried blood from his face; it felt divine as the icy water replaces the stagnant sweat that perspires running from his forehead.
Sam’s stomach rumbles, he’s started to feel more hydrated now and with his new lease of life turns his attention to the cute fluffy bunnies that dart in and out the bracken. He heads back to the car. He takes a piece of the windscreen then sharpens a branch at one end into a deadly sharp point making himself a makeshift spear. “Right then you bastards who’s first?” he says brandishing his new weapon arm poised spring loaded ready to release its deadly cargo on his unsuspecting prey.
Again rustling bracken grabs his attention, he sits patiently waiting for those cutesy eyes to appear, suddenly his patience pays off as a rabbit darts from the bracken, Sam reacts instantly  and releases his deadly cargo  spearing his prey with deadly precision knocking it off its feet it now lays gurgling blood as its life draws to an end. Sam feels guilty as he watches its life drain away but he is so hungry his mundane everyday life has become survival of the fittest.
Suddenly something catches his eyes as the treetops start to shake he picks up his prize still impaled on his makeshift spear and slowly walks to the disturbance. ARRR! It roars as it explodes from the tree line knocking him clean off his feet. Sam lays disorientated on the ground; whatever had knocked him off his feet has also stolen his catch.
Sam catches his breath as the impact of the fall took his breath, composed he scrambles to his feet “what the fuck was that?” he exclaims.
Again the treetops sway, Sam turns to run, again the beast explodes from the tree line with extreme ferocity knocking him off his feet once more sending him flying through the air coming to rest against a large rock.
He lays disoriented as a bloodied rabbit’s head fly’s through the air and lands in his lap. “Bloody hell, where did that come from?” he screams like a big girls blouse scuttling back brushing it from his lap.
Suddenly a cold shiver envelopes his whole body making goose protrude from his skin, then he feels the warm air traversing his back starting at his neck then surfing down his spine, grunts follow. He looks to the ground, a huge shadow looms over him blocking out  the sunlight, he decides to lay perfectly still as he’s still weak from starvation and still hasn’t come face to face with his aggressor but that’s about to change.
Sam feels something prod his side, he winces as something hard and heavy connects with his ribs, “whatever it is, its heavy handed” he thinks opening one eye daring to look what he’s up against. “No fucking way, that’s not possible, well I suppose it is if your in fairy tale land” he whispers to himself as he sees his tormentor. he continues to lie still realising his tormentor could quite easily crush him.              
What he thinks stands before him is a troll or what he believes a troll would look like referring to a storybook he once read. It stands at least fifteen foot tall, its body mass is huge it smells putrid resembling something that has crawled up its arse and died and hasn’t been removed. Flies surround its huge mass buzzing around it haphazardly obviously loving its natural pheromones.
Sam continues to play dead looking through squinted eyes, suddenly! he’s flung into the air and placed over its shoulder,  Sam’s beginning to feel like lunch as the huge mass heads back into the tree line, branches spring loaded flick back whipping Sam’s back, he winces but manages to hold his cries back as not to alert the troll he’s alive. 
He opens his eyes for the first time daring to look at the colossal beast that’s carrying him too who knows were. Thick course hair covers its entire body, his eyes glance to the left thick green stagnant snot seeps from its nose dripping down his lips and chin before coming to rest mattering its chest hairs. He looks to the its huge grinding teeth, “ewe that’s just gross” he thinks as he sees the other half of his rabbit trapped between its teeth. Suddenly he feels quite faint as he has visions of his bones being ground under the pressure of those huge jaws. 
He decides for now to lay motionless across the beast’s shoulder blades contemplating his fate.
Friend, foe or lunch went through his head; “please let it be friend,” he thinks as his legs slip off and proceed to swing side to side in momentum with the beast’s huge strides.
Suddenly! Sam’s ears fill with an excruciating whirling noise; he looks around for its source. That is the last thing he remembers, the next thing he saw was the dark damp cave walls.
He slowly opens his eyes, his ears still rang from the mystery sound, he seems to be in a huge cave, stalagmites hang from the ceilings, water runs down the cave walls collecting on the cold stone floor in little puddles. He looks to his right and then to his left most of the floor is covered in thick deer and bear hides. 
“Where am I now?” He wonders. His eyes now accustomed to his new surroundings spy a huge shadow at the far end of the cave.
Its dark but he recognized his tormentors shape wandering around and that of another, it comes closer, he closes his eyes once more, then feels the warm air from its huge nostrils caressing his face. Frightened he slowly opens his eyes and is met with two huge jet black eyes, Sam lets out a shriek and shuffles back, the troll does the same, its roar alerts the others and they come running to its aid.
He now sits shaking in a corner of the cave peering over one of the deer hides; he can see what he can only describe as a family of trolls, there’s a huge female with huge saggy breasts with a smaller one about his own height and build swinging to and fro suckling on her huge teats. Thick creamy milk seeps from the corners of the baby’s mouth; it reminded him of the milk that usually resides in his fridge back home, oh how he longed for an ice-cold beer.
The largest of the group was obviously a male he stands staring pointing and grunting to the others. Finally yet most importantly, theirs an adolescent female she too has huge breasts for her size that sway as she walks towards him. “So its you who kidnapped me” he thinks as she ebbs closer. Sam stares into her big wide eyes they seem softer more calming than before, she grunts pointing to the light at the end of the cave beckoning for him to follow with her huge  hand.
“Are they going to kill me?” he wonders as he sits taking in his surroundings.
His belly starts to rumble, suddenly! he doubles up in agony holding his stomach with all the that’s happened he’d totally forgot about his hunger so his stomach sends him a painful reminder.
The pain grips Sam tighter as he rolls around the floor in agony wincing through gritted teeth.
Suddenly! the large female troll darts forward to his aid, she picks him up and pins him to her chest, Sam opens his mouth to speak but is silenced momentarily as she crams part of her huge black nipple into his mouth then squeezes on her breast, his cheeks swell like a squirrels as it collects nuts for the winter.
Suddenly Sam starts to choke as the amount of milk that left those huge breast were enough to fill five milk bottles. "Owww” he shrieks as he feels a searing pain across his back as the females huge hand whacks him across the back causing him to projectile vomit his mouthful of milk.
“Thank fuck for that” he thinks as he tries to get the taste out of his mouth with his tongue.
Imagine semolina infused with sick and you just about have the delicacy which he has just endured. His rumble returns, she returns him to the floor giving him an ungrateful look as if to say “wasteful sod.” The male seems to have seen enough and storms out the cave returning momentarily dragging a half deer behind him leaving a bloody trail in its wake, suddenly he grunts and tosses it through the air, THUD! It lands just in front of his feet a shower of crimson fountains into the air covering Sam’s face “ewe” he shrieks as he removes it with his hand.
The large male steps forwarded grunting pointing to the food and then to Sam’s mouth, WHAT! you want me to eat that? Not a fucking chance, I haven’t even tried steak tar tar so im definitely not eating that raw. Sam’s outburst angers the troll, he roars loudly; Sam instantly cowers and seats himself beside his meal, again the troll gestures for him to eat. Sam decides a bit of raw meat is better than making himself their meal, nervously he pulls a chunk of meat from its chest cavity and places it in his mouth to his surprise it didn’t taste too bad. Yes, he would have preferred it seared on a grill pan with a nice sauce to accompany it but beggars can’t be choosers and he was so hungry so as he as he rips another chunk off he imagines it grilled to perfection with a huge side of fries. Unfortunately, the vision doesn’t last long as he starts to chew the gristly offering blood squeezes out with every movement off his jaw filling his taste buds with salty crimson wine, a perfect complement to his meal.  
The large male watches intently studying their new pet with ever mouthful grunting as if to say “there you go, eat up it will make you big and strong like me.”
Finally, Sam’s belly rumbles no more, he’s stuffed, not another morsel could pass his lips, well he could but he would have been sick that’s for sure.
The younger female moves towards him picks the leftover deer up by its hind legs and tosses to her father who woofs it down almost swallowing it whole, he grunts in appreciation.
The larger female most definitely the mother claps loudly and seems to be praising him for finishing Sam’s meal,” I wonder if I’d get a victory clap if id finished it” he thinks to himself.
Sam stares at four sets of eyes that stare back, “I know I’m going to name you all” he thinks as he racks his brain, “got it, I will call the mother Laura as that’s a fitting name as she stitched me up, the father I will call Harold and the younger female most probably their daughter I’ll call her jess and last but not least the baby I will call him rug rat.”
Suddenly! a loud roar echoes through the cave, Laura and Harold look worried and quickly exit the cave with rug rat trailing behind them leaving jess and Sam alone to get to know each other better.
Sam looks into her soft eyes, me Sam” he says jabbing his chest.
Jess, looks on bemused, again Sam repeats the gesture, this time she responds grunting punching her chest.
“Ah, I see, jess it is then” he jokes laughing.
“You jess, me Sam, you jess, me Sam you jess,” he says it repeatedly until he gets a response. Suddenly! his jaw drops as she finally replies “me jess you Sam.” well you could have knocked him down with a feather. All of a sudden she luges forward and grabs his hand and places it on her mattered haired chest. Sam looks on as she licks her lips with her thick black tongue; he cowers thinking she wanted to eat him, well that’s until she flutters her huge eyelashes. Sam didn’t know what was worse being mounted or eaten, he decides to make his feelings clear.
“Sam friend, not boyfriend, jess friend, not girlfriend.” 
Jess seems frustrated and punches at her crotch as if to say “im having you, your mine.”    
Sam does the only viable thing and responds by punching his crotch shaking his head saying, “no jess just friends ok?”
She frowns as her huge eyes sink to the floor then replies ”ok friends.” followed by a huge bear hug, Sam feels his bones crack under her strength, WHOA! Easy girl, watch the threads,” he shouts as he tries to break away from her vice grip.
She sees his distress and lowers him onto the floor. 
Jess grabs his hand and beckons for him to follow. Sam does as he is asked, that and the fact he was growing increasingly curious what awaits him beyond the cave walls.
Its cool in the cave and as he nears the light at the end of the cave a warm breeze caresses his face, a second later his jaw drops for the second time as he finally sees his surroundings.
WOW! Didn’t even come close, “don’t think were in Kansas anymore” he mutters as a huge shadow flies over blocking out the sun.
Sam looks to the heavens; yes, you guessed it his jaw drops yet again, as he sees the cause of the huge shadow, a huge bright yellow dragon soars high in the sky. Sam watches from below in ore as it closes it huge wings and dives changing from a bright yellow to almost gold in colour as the sun’s rays reflect of its scales.
He pinches the back of his hand hard “ouch” he says realising he wasn’t dreaming.
Suddenly! Sam see’s what the loud roar was all about as Harold throws a huge boulder at a would be intruder, these are carmines, scavengers of this world they hunt in packs much like the wolves in our time although these are the size of a horse.
Harold wrestles one of the huge beasts to the floor and quickly snaps its neck, another latches itself to his chest, he picks it up in front of him  and holds it out then grabs its jaws and swiftly pulls its jaw apart effortlessly emptying the contents of its skull into his mouth.
Blood engulfs Harold’s mouth as urine runs down his arm from the dying carmine, it now dangles twitching as it life extinguishes. one final twitch then nothing it just hangs motionsly. Realising their outmatched the other carmines turn howling with their tales between their legs. Laura claps praising her partner yet again.
Sam decides he wants to see more of this new world and lowers himself down onto a small ledge and continues down. Jess grunts shaking her head but Sam doesn’t take heed and continues down until he’s in troll valley.
He begins to explore the new world he finds himself in, suddenly! WHOOSH! He’s snatched from the ground, he winces as huge talons dig into his ribs, at first he struggles punching into the talons that hold him then quickly reviews his strategy as there the only thing stopping him falling to his death.
The next thing he sees is hungry faces in every direction that relentlessly peck at him, there huge at least the size of his car. Sam hears a loud roar as the huge shadow looms overhead he realises he’s in the dragons lair and these are her hungry babies.
Sam thinks, “this is it, im a goner for sure” as the baby dragons close in on him.
Suddenly! a bright light illuminates the lair temporarily blinding the dragons, Sam wastes no time and runs for the cover of a huge rock. This is the first time he can see his surroundings broken bones of past conquests don the floors diamonds sparkle twinkling on the walls some as big as his fist., he reaches up towards one but he’s interrupted as he’s snatched from the floor, its jess she had followed the dragon back to its lair. Sam looks up smiling; she smiles back her tongue flapping in the wind as she begins her decent back down the steep mountain. Sam felt safe has he haphazardly dangles from her arms. Suddenly jess loses her footing and begins to fall sam shouts “jess do something.” To add to their turmoil the huge shadow returns circling overhead. Jesse’s arms cut the still air as she desperately searches for anything viable to grab hold of, suddenly they come to an abrupt stop landing in Harold’s palm he grunts in a disproving manner as jess looks up to him grunting and smiling.
Harold lowers them to the floor, suddenly there surrounded by a pack of carmines whoosh! Two are lifted high into the air, sam looks to the sky and sees his yellow friend flying off into the distance carrying two carmines clutched tightly in its huge talons.
The other carmines turn on their heels defeated yet again. Harold jess and sam return to the cave. Its started to rain “ouch” Sam shrieks as his skin starts to burn, Harold and jess look on bemused. To the trolls the rain is fine it cannot pierce their leathery skin but to sam his skin is dense and with each deadly drop it bubbles as its acidity burns his skin.
Harold frowns, seeing his distress he picks him up and pins him to his chest, his mattered hair stank putrid but he wasn’t bothered as they protected him from the deadly rain, eventually they arrive at the cave, Laura greets Harold hugging him pressing her huge breasts into his chest as they embrace. Sam sits on the cold stone floor watching as they embrace for some reason he missed what they were doing but he couldn’t think why.
Fresh fruit and nuts are brought out in abundance and placed in the centre of the room, sam hungrily tucks in filling his chops only to be scorned by Harold who grunts waving his huge hands in a disapproving manner, he’s about to see why. Jess appears in the caves entrance with what looked like a ceremonial headdress on, Harold greets her and escorts her in, “I’ve seen something similar to this I know I have” sam thinks becoming frustrated when he still cant remember.
Harold draws level with sam and places his tiny hand on top of his daughters then wraps a glowing rope around there hands followed by several grunts, laura starts to clap while Harold lets out a huge roar that echoes through the caves. Sam wonders what on earth is going on but he didn’t interrupt as he didn’t want to offend Harold as he had saved his life twice today already and figured he owed him his respect.
Suddenly jess picks sam up and proceeds to hug him tightly, “whoa, what’s all this about?” he says looking into her eyes. She doesn’t answer instead she smiles and carries him to a separate part of the cave that has been furnished with carmine hides. She lowers him to the floor and gestures to him lay down. Unbeknown to sam the ritual he had just witnessed was almost the same as marriage the only thing that separated the two was in this world consummation is optional, im sure sam will be pleased to hear that. The glowing rope that was placed around their hands binds them together now other trolls from other clans had no choice but to accept him as one of their own or they faced Harold’s wrath as sam is now like his son in law.
Jess takes a knee besides him eventually laying down, she runs a finger through his hair smiling, he returns the gesture running his fingers through her mattered hair, she pulls him close and falls to sleep, sam unable to move decides to join her he closes his eyes and joins her in a deep sleep.
An hour passes day turns to night, the sunsets and the moon rises, carmines howl as they join in large packs to hunt the nocturnal creatures. Suddenly for reasons unknown a lone carmine breaks from the pack and stealthily creeps into the trolls cave, it sniffs the air looking for sams unusual scent, it suddenly stops and turns towards the ceremonial room and creeps in.
Jess has let sam roll down her arm onto the floor as she was scared she might crush him under her immense weight if she were to turn over, he now lays adjacent to her covered with a carmine pelt, his hair wavers as she snores loudly blowing his hair as she exhales.
The carmine nears sniffing his bare feet, it licks his foot tasting his sweaty salty skin it seems exited as it moves to his head and sniffs his face, “stop it jess im trying to sleep” sam says as he feels the warm nostril air caressing his face. The carmine returns to his feet and locks its huge jaws around the carmine hide he’s laid on and begins to pull as it edges slowly backwards towards the caves entrance. sam feels the cold night air caress his face he instinctively pulls the hide further up wrapping it around his neck, the Carmen’s eyes widen watching as he stirs, it stops waiting patiently for him to settle before returning to its task.
Luckily for sam its still raining and as the carmine drags him free of the cave acidic rain gives him a deadly kiss on the cheek OUCH! He shouts sitting bolt upright almost instantly but freezes as he comes face to face with two huge red eyes, the carmine slowly opens its huge jaws revealing a set of huge serrated teeth, thick white frothy slaver drips from its mouth dripping endlessly onto the floor. 
He freezes unable to move just staring into those big red eyes, suddenly the carmine lurches forward like a coiled python striking at its prey, sam’s life flashes before him visions roll like watching a film but he finds it hard to understand what he is looking at as he still cant remember anything. Suddenly! the Carmen is dragged backwards into the cave followed by piercing screams. His eyes snap open, realising he’s still alive he runs back into the cave, he gasps as he enters as jess swings the carmine with its hind legs bouncing its head of the cave walls, crimson blood spatters the walls with each devastating swing.
He watches as she gives one last swing this time releasing it letting it fly through the air crashing into the cave wall. The carmine quickly scrambles to its feet shakes its head then prepares to attack, its eyes narrow as it starts its charge, jess quickly grabs its neck and drags it to the floor and with one swift bite from her huge jaw severs it jugular a shower of crimson showers her face, she bites one last time, this time severing its head. With the beast dead she drags it outside guts and skins it and hangs its body outside the cave as a warning to other carmines who might have the same idea.
Jess returns moments later wearing the carmines hide as her new coat, she smiles, her face is covered in the carmines blood. Harold, Laura and rugrat have managed to sleep through the whole thing as trolls are notorious for their deep sleep but jess woke due to feeling sams anguish as his life was threatened due to their new bond, on this night sam was mighty glad he had such a good mate watching over him.  

Chapter 3 Time fly’s when your having fun

Days turn into weeks, weeks turn to months, and months turn into years.
Sam embraces his new life not that he can remember his old life. Day by day he’s taught to hunt and what’s safe to eat, he’s taught about their heritage learning their history, he learns the meaning of their grunts, the language he once knew is now nil void instead grunts and gestures replace the english language he once cherished. He learns the name of his new world. lodoss is the world but the realm he resides in is trollsville home of the mythical troll.
His new world is separated in three reams trollsville, dragon heights, and troglodites home of a brutal version of the peace loving trollsville residents.
Meanwhile high in the mountains fire and ice breathing dragons mass in their hundreds after winning their little piece of heaven from the troglodites, with food scarce they very often venture further afield searching for food. Trollsville is rich in natural berries and nuts, meats aplenty thanks to the carmines breeding continuously replenishing their ranks.    
Sam is not the same man anymore null of speech he grunts and gestures he’s almost feral. Little things that used to mean so much now a thing of the past, all that he lives by now is hunt ,feed and sleep but his highest priority is his mate jess who he now protects with his life and she him.
Back in the real world sams mum and dad have searched endlessly for him putting up fliers on lampposts and numerous tv appeals to his whereabouts. Unbeknown to sam his parents are dying due to stress and depression running them down making them susceptible to every illness going  as they  search endlessly using every means at their disposal. They have used every penny they have in their search for their son and its left them in disrepute, they sold their house and any valuable asset, they had paid private investigators to follow up on any tangible lead from the numerous tv appeals, they refused to believe the possibility that he may be dead.
Its snowing in trollsville,  sam sits drawing visions of his past on the caves wall wrapped in a carmines hide. He looks at his masterpiece consisting of cars and houses, people line the streets dressed in attire he no longer recognises, all he knows is what he wears now, strips of carmine pelts cover his body individually wrapped with tree vines to hold them in place.
Sometimes he would smear himself in carmine entrails making himself almost invisible confusing their senses giving himself an advantage when it came to hunting them.
Sam’s eyes snap to the caves entrance as Harold calls to him, he jumps to his feet and grabs his make shift spear, which he has perfected over time. Sam’s a lethal hunter now, the carmines he once cowered and feared now quake in his presence, he has earned himself a reputation within their ranks now only the bravest dare face him.
Its not surprising though as he’s deadly both in hand to hand and with a spear, Harold encouraged him to grow his nails and overtime he has grown them into lethal claws. Strengthening them in tree sap has made them as hard as rock, ripping a carmine juggler out now is no feat at all to him.
Sam knew his mate was different but knew she cherished him, because she was always considerate towards him.
At night when they slept, she held him close to keep him warm.
When they had meals, she offered him the better pieces, and when they ran through the forest and he struggled to keep up, she would stop every few minutes to wait for him to catch up.
His mate was fit and athletic, an appealing trait in any species, and he worked hard to keep up with his fitness, doing sit up’s and press-ups trying to be as strong as his suitor is.
In this world, it was survival of the fittest and he was determined to survive with her.
Sam wraps carmine pelts around his feet and exits the cave. Harold waits patiently in the valley below, there going hunting but not in their realm, sams about to get in touch with his true reality. There hunting white tailed deer as Harold has been craving its deliciously. You see the heart of the white tailed deer is renowned as the ultimate gesture of love, to them it is our version of a bunch of roses.
They head out; sam carries his spear proudly while Harold carries a tree stripped of its branches that he’d ripped from the ground the day before.
Suddenly his ears start to ring as he nears the portal that separates earth from lodoss his eyes close and when he awakes he finds himself perched against something he remembers from years ago, “I remember this place” he thinks to himself as he stares at what once was his pride and joy. Harold hides in the tree line  he’s far too big to be in the open he’d be captured and who knows what if he were to be seen and that would put the rest of the trolls in danger as once they know one exists they’d look for others.
Sam sits in the driver’s seat, he puts his hands on the steering wheel suddenly he gets a flash back of his accident, he releases the wheel unsure what he has just seen as he still cant remember. His world is a mass of confusion, on one hand he has this new world lush in vibrant colours and its weird and wonderful inhabitants on the other he’s plagued by visions of a life he doesn’t remember. Suddenly rustling bushes grab his attention he grabs his spear and stands waiting with his arm spring loaded, he hears voices which sound alien to him, he can sense somebody watching him, his senses are in overdrive something just doesn’t smell right, he sniffs the air like he has been taught turning following the scent. Then something happens rather unusual, as he, turns he feels a tug on his make shift robe, he reacts turning quickly arm poised ready to release his spear. “Hello mister, my names Paul what’s yours?” the young boy asks tugging on his robe once more.
Sam looks the creature up and down realising he isn’t a threat he lowers his spear and takes a knee so that he is eye level. “You look funny,” Paul, says ruffing Sam’s hair.
Sam returns the gesture but catches his cheek with his overgrown nails causing the young boy to cry out to his parent’s “mum, mum” he wails as tears stream down his face. Sam panics and runs into the tree line leaving Paul to carry on his infernal noise. Sam climbs a nearby tree and watches him from high above as his parents come running to his aid “Paul, what’s wrong love?” she says bursting out the bushes. “A strange man scratched my cheek” he replies between muffled cries as he wipes snot from his nose on his sleeve. “What strange man? There’s nobody here, get off with you I haven’t got time for your imaginary friends” she says dragging him by his arm.
Suddenly! Sam gets another flashback which nearly knocks him out the tree, he sees a man and a woman a table a cake and lots of other people, the little boys blowing candles out and the others are cheering and clapping singing happy birthday. He shakes his head rapidly side to side as if trying to shake the visions out of his head. Suddenly a white tailed deer brings him back to reality, he’s back in hunter mode, he grabs his spear and stands bolt upright with his spear gripped tightly in his hand pointing downwards then free falls from the tree driving the spear clean through the deer’s neck. He quickly drags his fresh kill into the tree line and heads back to the valley, again the whirling noise deafens him and when he opens his eyes he’s back in the cave just in time to see Harold offering the deer’s heart to Laura.  

Chapter 4 dragon heights

Another day dawns in trollsville, the suns shines brightly covering the valley in a golden glow, dragons circle overhead looking for unsuspecting carmines. Rug rat plays on the ledge leading down into the valley watching as a dragon swoops down carrying a carmine away, he claps cheerfully as he enjoys the aerial display.
Laura and Harold are still in a deep sleep while jess is out foraging for wild fruits and mushrooms. Sam sits sharpening his awry of spears, he’s still having problems understanding his visions and its starting to take its toll.
He looks into the hue of blue watching two dragons obviously a male and a female, as they seem to be doing some sort of mating ritual. He ponders the huge diamond he saw in the dragons lair and decides he wants one for himself, “filed down they would make the ultimate spear head” he thought as he drops into the valley. He’s been taught by Harold to be invisible and stay in the days shadows but sam being sam wants adventure and ventures out of them suddenly kaw, kaw, whoooosh! sams lifted into the air by the female dragon abandoning her mating ritual in preference to her lunch. Sam’s not stupid this was his plan all along as the trip to dragon heights would have took weeks so he decides to use himself as bait knowing he’s going to get a free ride to the dragons den where all those lovely diamonds are sparkling in the cave walls.
Sam dangles haphazardly from the dragons giant talons looking down on the valley as it zips past below, suddenly he sees something of interest a swamp of sorts, intrigued he waits until he’s over the swamp then jabs repeatedly into the giant talons holding him. The dragon roars loudly as sam breaks her thick skin with his spear making the beast drop him, whoosh! he drops, splash! he lands in the swamp sending a shower of murky water into the air on impact.
Sam wastes no time in seconds he’s pulling himself out onto a nearby bank. The swamps a deadly place little does sam know that he not alone, patient eyes watch through the smoky mist just above the waterline these are Lilly pods small bodied piranha like amphibians that are both deadly in and out of the water. They get there name from their strange colour and shape, bright green dons there back while their head is almost jet black apart from their ferocious white serrated teeth. The only thing in sams favour is they are small about the size of a small dog, on land he would easily outrun them but in the water, now that’s a different story they are masters of their realm seeing off even their bigger predators as they attack in shoals fifty or sixty at a time. They can strip a unsuspecting carmine in minutes down to the bone they truly are the piranha of this world.

Sam edges through the swamp using his spear checking for sudden changes in the swamps depth Suddenly out the corner of his eyes he see a glowing ball of light that gently sways back and forth, what is that its so pretty he thinks as he walks towards it in some sort of trance.
These are globbies the ultimate predator of this realm, they work a lot like the anglerfish that live deep in our oceans, they attract their prey with their ball of light and gently sway it side to side encapsulating their victim. while under its spell it bolts out the water and snatches its prey dragging it to a watery grave but it doesn’t eat its victims straight away it has a sort of webbing that secretes from its rear much like a spider does wrapping its prey up to preserve it for later. Globbies are ugly looking things their as big as a carmine with  huge jaws sporting  three sets of serrated teeth when it attacks it closes its eyes much like a shark does. Although it lives in the water it can’t swim you tend to find these in deep parts of the swamp where they submerge themselves just below the surface resembling a large rock sticking out the swamp, its favourite snack are baby dragons as they land often from exhaustion when their learning to fly. 

Sam moves closer fascinated by the light, he’s now stood just in front of this light that has him mesmerised suddenly! WHOOSH!! SPLASH!! The beast explodes from the water showering him with stagnant water which shocks him enough to bring him back from his trance. He’s now face to face with the globby sam freezes to the spot at first as eight bright red eyes and a mouthful of teeth stare back through the swamp fog. Sam realizes he’s in imminent danger and readies his spear, whoosh! He releases it slicing one of the beasts giant eyes clean in two, green puss seeps out where once its eye was. Sam quickly grabs the spear and pulls with all his might, SQUELCH! The spear dislodges taking the globbies eye with it.
Kaw, kaw, sam turns around to look at the imminent danger taking his attention from the globby for a split second, OUCH” he cries as the globby locks its jaws round his leg, blood pumps from the deep incisions, sam instantly grabs his leg and applies pressure stemming the blood flow. As he attends to his leg, WHOOOOSH! He’s lifted into the air with the globby in  tow and its refusing to let go, he winces through gritted teeth as the globby locks its jaw and refuses to let go.  sam now dangles by his legs upside down, a huge dragon bigger than any he has seen so far has plucked the globby from the swamp. To a dragon, these are real treats as it very rare they can catch one due to their rock appearance from the air but when it leaves the water and attacks, it’s a dragons ice cream because the green goo these secrete enhances their fire producing saliva making their flames burn hotter than before making them a worthy adversary to any other dominant dragon.
Sam starts to feel faint as the blood rushes to his head, “I don’t feel so good, why is there two globbies?” he thinks as he dangles upside down. His face is crimson his eyes start to flutter then close as he passes out.
An hour has passed, sam wakes to see the giant amongst dragons tearing the head of the globby and proceeds to lick the green slime from its insides. Sam, looks to the walls he can see what he came for, seeing the dragons distracted he belly crawls behind a large rock and reaches up to a diamond that sits prominent from the wall,   he grasps it with both hands and pulls. As he puts pressure on his leg blood pumps rapidly out the wound running down his leg the dragon smells its beautiful aroma.
Sam continues his tug of war with the huge diamond, suddenly he stops, a cold shiver runs down his spine even though the dragons breath is warm, he turns slowly shaking profusely the dragon opens his mouth wide and roars loudly shaking the walls of his lair, sam can see liquids mixing in the back of its throat they start to bubble then whoosh! It ignites. 
Sam dives to the right just in time as the dragon lets loose with a constant stream of flames turning everything it touched to ash. Sam lands rolling to safety behind the huge boulder, he looks to his hand “where’s my sparkly?” he says looking at his empty hands.
He looks around the room “ah there it is” he says as he peers out from behind the rock.  
Suddenly sam makes his move, he quickly runs, jumps and rolls on landing picking up the diamond narrowly dodging the dragons huge talons as it takes a swipe at him.
With the diamond in hand, he decides its time for a swift exit and makes a break for the mouth of the lair.  Suddenly there’s a loud bang and flashes of light, dragons don’t like thunder as lighting is the only thing that can destroy them in this realm. Sam watches bemused as the dragon turns from this fire-breathing dragon to a quivering wreck huddled in the corner.
Sam continues to run with his prize tucked in his make shift pants towards the exit.
With the exit in sight, he sighs loudly thinking, “thank fuck for that never again that was to close for comfort.” 
Sam making full use of the lighting scrambles down the steep mountain walls and heads back towards the eerie swamp. The fogs much thicker now, he can barely see in front of his hand, to make things worse he has lost his only means of defence and has nothing to test the depth of the swamp, Suddenly he’s submerged, he kicks with all his might towards the surface as little teeth tear at his clothes, he screams out in agony only to release a plethora of bubbles the murky water turns slightly crimson red as the Lilly pods attack relentlessly.
He continues to kick, finally his face breaks the surface as the cold air kisses his face, he takes his first much needed breath  then swims rapidly to the bank and drags himself out the water, he looks down at his leg, two Lilly pods dangle from each side he punches frantically stunning them until they release their grip then makes a run for it.  
Sam looks behind him as swarms of Lilly pods give chase, exhausted he begins to waver, the Lilly pods close in chasing the sweet smell of his life’s nectar. Sam slows just enough for one of them to try and latch onto him, it jumps he turns and quickly snatches it from the air then uses his claw like nails and slices it down the middle pulling its entrails out and rubs it around his wound masking the smell of blood. Lilly pods are as blind as a bat they hunt on moment and smell on land in the water they fire an echo wave onto objects. Exhausted and out of breath he collapses onto the floor, instantly little hungry faces surround him smelling the still air looking for that elusive smell that they have been chasing. Five minutes pass, the globbies realise their snack has eluded them and they return to the swamp, plop, plop, plop, plop,  is all that fills his ears as they jump back into the murky water.
Sam lays near deaths door as he life force depletes from his wounds, his eyes starts to close suddenly a sense of weightlessness washes over him as he passes out for the second time.
Luckily, for Sam Harold has been out searching all day travelling between realms, what sam doesn’t know is that the elders have the ability to teleport between realms and this was the only place he hasn’t looked.
Sam wakes an hour later, his wounds have been dressed in tree sap and giant leaves jess hovers over him stroking his hair. He glances towards her, she looks worried, he smiles she doesn’t smile back, seems sams in the doghouse even Harold and Laura are giving him the cold shoulder the only person who’s paying him any attention is rug rat as he throws berries at him giggling to himself.
Shunned he decides to play them at their own game and turns over under a barrage of berries.
Suddenly he’s lifted into the air as jess picks him up pinning him to her chest. Sam looks into her eyes she grunts in a disapproving manner saying “don’t do that again I was worried about you.” He grunts in reply “I won’t, I promise and smiles, she smiles back, seems their little indifference is over. Rugrat continues his barrage of berries laughing playfully sam decides this is war and grabs a handful and swiftly returns fire. They both laugh and joke into the early hours until one berry goes awry and hits harlold in the eye he roars loudly everybody cowers, his eyes soften a smirk crosses his lips as he picks a larger fruit up and launches it across the room, it explodes on impact showering sam with its fruity goodness, laura, Harold jess and rugrat laugh hysterically holding their bellies at first sam  doesn’t see the funny side but as they continue to laugh he gives into the joyous moment and joins in.
All seems well in trollsville they turn in for the night  jess pulls sam close and they both drift blissfully to sleep