I was with the Trollhunters gang: Blinky, Argh, Jim, Toby, and I think Clair. It was evening and we were exploring a large old barn, a regular plot for an annual fair. However we were being tracked and chased by Angor Rot. Whenever he spotted us, he began throwing sharp knives and shurikens at us. We would do our best to block them or hide rather than fight him off. Near the end, we ran outside to find an event ending, where crowds were leaving. We had lost sight of Angor amid the bustle and ran down to a secluded stream to stay in the shadows.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Dream Journal
De TodoZombie and alien invasions, animals and mermaids, strange and whimsical adventures, and references to pop-culture. Sometimes scary, sometimes enchanting, always intriguing, dive into the fantastical realm that is my dreams!
