Tengu hadn’t meant to do it.
Her dad would be mad, but what choice did she have?
The village elders stood around the young goblin. The oldest of them, so old everyone just called him Elder, stood at the forefront. His wrinkled green skin had lost most of its color. He was gray with small faint green patches here and there.
“Tell us again what happened,” he said.
She did. It was all very ordinary until she got to the trolls. It’d been ages since anyone had seen one. She had always assumed they were imaginary, made up to scare young goblins. But these trolls, tall and spindly with sharp teeth and wicked spears, had been very real.