An adventure 100,000 years in the making book 2 - A very short story.

After journeying for many miles over a period, I finally arrived upon my island destination. This is where legend dictates that the fabled monster of extreme strength AKA the destroyer of trees was supposed to dwell.

And it didn't take me very long to find it.

I just followed the trail of trees that had obviously been munched upon by some being of supreme size and strength.







Nothing however could have prepared me for the sheer height and strength of the monster as it ran towards me. It was covered in sawdust and wood chippings of several varieties.

"Are you made of wood" It said to me.

"No no, I am entirely vegetable free", I replied.

"I have no use of you if you cannot be eaten, go and amuse yourself elsewhere, or I will plant you and see if you grow." It growled.

I was curious and asked for a display of its might. It pushed the tallest tree in the forest down with a mere wave of its hand.

Needless to say that there was no way in hell I was going to fight this thing as it would no doubt end in my certain death.

So after engaging in dialouge with it I found that it had to go to the mainland because it had eaten all of its old growth trees, and the new ones it had planted where not big enough yet to provide a stable diet.

I concuted a plan, involving me, the monster and a large supply of miracle grow which I would supply from the future, in return for the promise that the monster would not go to the mainland. (Because if the locals found out that I had collected the commission and not actually killed the monster needless to say that they would not be happy).

So everyone lived happily ever after except my trusty stead, who was squahed by the falling tree, and the elves who still were enslaved.