CARLING CROUCHED DOWN, HER heart pounding wildly in her chest. Surrounding her on all sides, Ogres were moving toward her, their stony faces either grinning or smirking. Drool fell in great shimmering sheets from the corners of their mouths. Closer and closer they came. She looked frantically from side to side, searching for a way to escape. Still the Ogres drew nearer and nearer. She heard their gravelly voices taunting her.
“Thought you could get away, did you?”
“Can’t outsmart us so easily, can you?”
“So, you thought you were so brave you could stand up to us!”
Brave? The Stone of Courage! Carling’s hands flew to her chest. Gone! The silver breastplate was gone! Carling pulled her tunic over her head and waited for the inevitable.
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