Legend and lore followed and adored by trolls and magic hordes.
To her annoyance, Grelor remained unnoticed each day. One hundred years passed since the last time human hands touched her. She waited for the sun to set this late afternoon because she planned to set the night on fire.
The frog resting on her hardened concrete day-self felt wet and cold. Grelor didn’t mind the company. A troll will tolerate, even enjoy, all things happening nearby in their statue phase. She loved being present and being invisible.
As the sun’s last beams faded behind the end of the world Grelor felt her exterior softening. Finger and toes cracking. Neck stretching and spine snapping then began her slow transmogrification.
Ten minutes passed. She stood still and radiant but once again animated.
Grelor shrieked and frightened all the creatures within earshot. The rumbling noise of the wheeled human vessels above drowned out her scream but a peregrine falcon heard.
After swooping down from the railing of the bridge beautiful blue and grey wings flapped to a calm hovering landing and Grelor welcomed the bird on her extended arm. Falcons cannot resist the call from a powerful troll.
“What adventure will be ours tonight my feathered friend?”
Sparkle danced in the falcon’s eyes and he answered, “Eyawwk…”
“Let us find a church bell first!” Grelor said.
The old notion spread by Scandinavian lore suggested trolls could not stand the sound of church bells but Grelor found bells to be delicious.
“Fly me to a church steeple.”
The peregrine falcon grabbed Grelor in its talons and they soared into the sky.
Sharp falcon nails bit into her neck but troll’s are extremely strong and tough so she laughed at the tickle. Pain, only a sensation to enjoy while she remained free from stone status.
“You fly fast my friend. Land us in the opening.”
“Clang, clang, anggggg, anggggg….”
To her delight, Grelor rang the bell for 5 minutes before she heard a door slam in the church below and then a shout, “Who’s up there. Stop that ringing now!”
Someone began running up the stairs leading to the church’s steeple so Grelor knew to leave quickly.
“Quick falcon fly us out of here. To another church we go.”
Her troll eyes gleamed in an emerald green shine. She delighted in hearing joyous hymn and song pouring through the walls of the church. I’ll give them something to be prayerful over Grelor thought.
“I’ll fly away in the morning. Some glad day hallelujah by and by, I’ll fly awa…”
The crowd of churchgoers stopped singing because the lights and power in the church abruptly quit. Grelor threw a large rock at a tall stained glass window shattering the darkness and silence with a fright.
“Eyah…ha….ha…ha…,” Grelor squealed.
Screams began. Grelor flipped the church’s power on and off while she shrieked and howled. For 2 minutes straight she bathed in her glorious disruption and soaked in happy troll triumph.
But, much to her dismay, a full and overcoming loud voice interrupted the mayhem singing, “Amazing grace how sweet the sound. I once was lost but now I’m …”
Amazed at human resilience Grelor heard the congregation joining in song. Her spirit became mush and she sang along. She was a softy for heartfelt melody.
Then, a rush of stomping footsteps alerted her a large person approached the church’s power grid.
Making haste to escape, Grelor instructed her falcon buddy to fly her to a farm. Peregrine falcons are intelligent but the bird mistook the trolls order and flew to the Daytona International Speedway.
She would set a magnificent conflagration.
A 24-hour car race rumbled and Grelor began to imagine and devise a spectacular disturbance. As she lit small fires around the racetrack’s infield Grelor chanted,
“Fire, fire oh so bright won’t you shine and burn the night. Fire, fire you're my tool, so let them think a troll’s a fool.”
Grelor cackled as fumes of fuel filled the air and the small fires began to burst in greater flames. She saw her vision of great destruction beginning and stepped into the racetrack's pit lane. Her state of euphoria blinded her awareness and she wandered in front of a race car.
She turned back looking in a gasp. A wide black tire flattened her into a puddle on the asphalt.
Grelor’s glory ended in a pit stop oil spot but her fires raged on and ended the car race.
Falcons pass on Grelor’s adventures in the annals of troll mischief and legend.