Folksburywoods Story Blog

“I swear, Buba, I saw them earlier today just floating across the sky like a gliding raven,” proclaimed his friend.

“I didn’t believe the stories we were told as children about the flying islands, but here you are, Anthraw, telling me that you saw them.” gasped Buba.

The two friends had guarded the ancient ruins together for many years and had seen some incredible sights, but a flying island was almost too fantastic to believe.

“I wonder what it means?” asked Anthraw.

“Most likely doom, my Nana told me,” replied his friend.

“Should we go tell someone? If danger is coming, won’t we be blamed for not alerting the council?” asked the guard.

“Na, no one ever tells the council about important stuff. We usually deal with it and let them know after everything is OK. They like it that way,” said Buba.

“I see. In that case, I should tell you I also saw a Morrok circling the island as if it was about to land,” remarked Anthraw.

“Like, like, in giant flying lizard that eats our best warriors for snacks. That Morrok?” stuttered his friend.

“Same,” came the reply.

“We are doomed, Nana was right. So are you going to Musachek’s party on the 5th of Po?” asked the troll.

“No, I have to help Helena clean the well. We have snubs again, and you know how they foul the water,” answered Anthraw.

“I wonder when those Morroks will descend and kill the villagers?” asked Buba.

“Most likely in a day or two. Are you sure we shouldn’t tell someone about this? We could set up some defense or something,” asked the guard.

“What’s the use? They would fly over it and eat the villagers anyway,” said his friend.

“Yeah, suppose you’re right. You want to go get a pint and pie at the Razed Village pub?” asked Anthraw.

“Sure, why not? It’s too bad about that island, though I hoped for a quiet summer,” said Buba

“Well, that’s just how things are these days,” remarked Anthraw as the two headed to the pub for a pint.