The Toll

Cross a troll-pay a toll. Cross him twice-pay the price. You don't dare use the old river bridge past the day's last light unless you expect to pay the toll. The rumors were true, and everyone knew, an otherwordly being oversaw the river's crossings. When Daphedaenya's sister disappears, everyone is frantic to find her. Unlike her older sibling, who was well versed on being careful not to kick up a fuss, Otvla had somehow managed to get herself tangled up with a troll--a big, menacing being, who demanded payment immediately. Daphedaenya never imagined her sister would find herself in the care of a troll or that she'd be negotiating her stubborn sibling's release. You don't cross a troll. A toll owed will be paid, no exceptions will be made. What cost is too little? Too great? Yet not all is ever as it truly seems, and love, a tiny seed, once taken root, blossoms into something far greater than any of them could have ever imagined.