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Dungeon Crackers, Chapter 13: Showdown with Grayon

Updated on June 30, 2010

Grayon the troll, who was my best friend, picked me up by my right arm and my left leg. He held me above his head, and I was afraid that he was going to pull me apart. Instead, he threw me toward the administration building, and I hit the front door. The door was knocked off its hinges and it slid on it a few feet before coming to a stop.

I could feel that my left arm was broken. I was finding it hard to move my legs as well. I could only drag myself around the room. I looked around to see if I could find something to use as a sling.

Grayon was at the front door. He could not fit through the threshold, so he tore off parts of it in small sections until he could make a hole for himself.

While he was doing this, I found a table with a small cloth over it, just for decoration. It would serve as a sling, but I had a hard time tying it with my good hand and my mouth.


Grayon called my name loud enough for me to hear, but it was just above a whisper.

It was then I noticed that he could have easily have done a faster job of smashing through door frame.

“Tiran. I didn’t know that she had killed Madelyn.”

“I know.”

“If I knew that she was going to kill her, I never would have gone along with her.”

“Yes, Grayon, but you did go along.”

Grayon burst through the door. By that time, I was halfway up the flight of stairs leading to the safe room. The stairway was just small enough so that Grayon had to tear it up in order to fit his massive body through. It slowed him down so I could slowly make it to the top.

“I don’t want to hurt you, my friend.”

“Is that what we are, friends?”

“I realize that I have done some things that would negate that, true. I know that there is probably no way that I can make up for it. However, I would like to try. If there is a back door in this domicile, use it now. If there isn’t, I will make one for you. You can leave, and I won’t come after you.”

“Grayon, I’m actually going to give you the same offer.”


“Turn and run. You made yourself a doorway in, so you can just use it to get out. Run away from here, and I promise that I will not run after you. Forget Phoebe, and forget me. I will forget you. Simply stay out of humans’ way for the rest of your life.”

Grayon had finished wrecking the stairs, and was in the upstairs hall. He could very easily pound me to pieces, but I could tell that he was thinking about it.

“Tiran, if you had to sacrifice one troll to save all humans, wouldn’t you do it?”

I didn’t bother answering him. I then saw that he was about to come and kill me.

“Yes, I would.”

I then took my dagger and cut the rope near me, which brought down a huge chandelier. Grayon simply took a step back, and it fell in front of him.

“I’ve spent years detecting traps for you, Tiran. Surely you didn’t think that would undo me.”

Grayon took a step forward, but he had no idea that the chandelier was full of oil lamps. That oil was leaking all over the floor. He slipped and feel backwards, and the chandelier impaled him in several places.

At that point, I took a lit candle at the wall and hurled it at him. I then rolled into the vault, shutting the door before the whole oil-soaked mass was about to catch fire.

I heard my friends shriek’s of pain as he was being burned alive.

Yes, Grayon and Rolf are like dead and stuff.  Is Tiran going to go down next?  Find out in the next chapter here.


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