“Look, Uwan, it’s our time to shine. We can take on the Dark One and earn our place. Tell me, whoever heard of a grounder being a hero? Now’s our chance to put the slimmers in stories told around the fire,” said Jacques.”Gee, I don’t know, Jacques. We’re so small, and what if we get kicked or, worse, stepped on?” cautioned Uwan. The two argued back and forth until the snail had an idea.
“I got it, a way to take’em out. They’ll never know what hit’em,” said Jacques.
“What do we have that could even bother them, let alone stop those terrible Troth demons?” asks Uwan.
“Slime!” proclaimed Jacques.
The snail explained that the Troth never looked down, so all they needed to do was cover some leaves with slime. When the Troth came marching through the forest, he and Uwan would pull the leaves into the path, then watch as they slipped and slid everywhere. The two friends laughed at the idea and agreed to start in the morning when the dew was fresh on the forest floor.








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