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Ty swung his baseball bat
and hit the ball to his brother. The baseball flew through the air with a high
arch. It would’ve been a homerun if they were in a ballpark. But instead, they
were in Scandinavia, Norway to be precise.
Ron caught the ball with
his glove. “Great hit, Ty. Dad would be proud,” he hollered.
Ty swung the bat over his
shoulder and walked towards his brother. “It’s all in the bat.” Ty nodded to
his bat, made of a scandium-aluminum
alloy.
“You’re being modest. You
have an amazing swing. And a great eye for the fastball and curve.”
“Thanks, Bro. It’s
beautiful out here. We should come up here more often.” Ty gazed at his
surroundings. They were in a clearing in the woods with a beautiful view of the
fjord below.
“Remember when we used to
hike here with mom and dad when we were kids?” Ron asked.
“How could I forget? Great
memories of this place.” Ty picked up his backpack and resumed their hike
through the woods.”
“You always carry your
baseball bat with you?” Ron asked.
“Of course, I never leave
home without it. Besides, I may need it for protection.”
“Protection from what?”
“You know, the legends.”
Ty’s expression grew fearful.
“You don’t believe those
stories, do you?” Ron asked.
Ty shrugged. “Dad believed
them. That’s why he never let us watch the Northern Lights from up here.”
“I think those stories
were made up just to scare us. But we’re here now. We’ll have a great view of
the Aurora Borealis tonight. It’s already getting dark.” Ron nodded towards the
darkening sky.
They walked through the
woods and arrived at the highest cliff overlooking the northernmost fjord.
Sitting on a rock, they stared at the ocean where it met the mouth of the
fjord.
“Look, there it is.” Ron
pointed towards the beautiful lights flittering above. The
gorgeous green and blue colors of the Aurora Borealis danced in the sky.
“Ah, it’s beautiful,” Ty
said.
“See, we’re perfectly safe
up here. There’re no monsters in these woods,” Ron said.
A loud noise rustled in
the woods and a thunderous noise hit the ground, repeatedly.
“What the hell is that?”
Fear flowed through Ty.
Turning towards the woods,
they saw tree branches move. Something was coming. But what?
“What the hell?”
“I knew it was true. Dad
didn’t make up those stories after all.”
A large troll walked out
of the woods, heading straight for Ron and Ty.
“Run! It’s a troll!” Ron
screamed.
“Holy shit! There’s
nowhere to run.” Ty grabbed his bat and stared at the thirty-foot beast.
The troll walked towards
them, and they were trapped between the high cliffs of the fjord and the troll
blocking the way into the woods.
“I’ve got an idea.” Ty
held his bat over his shoulder like he was ready to hit a homerun.
The troll walked closer,
and Ron and Ty backed up to the edge of the cliff.
The troll extended his
hand down to pick up Ron.
Ty swung his baseball bat with
all of his might and hit the troll’s hand.
The troll bellowed with
pain and withdrew his hand away from Ron.
Ty ran up to the troll and
hit him again, this time on the chin.
Bellowing again in pain,
the troll dropped to his knees.
Ty and Ron ran around the
troll and disappeared safely into the woods.
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