The Troll

Moody died in the woods before the bounty hunters could find him. His corpse washed down stream and he was fish food. His spirit was only a small speck in a lighthouse of fireflies as it tumbled into the beyond. Some where Moody's destination was to be found in the color of his mind.

Perhaps a cruel world in a cruel form or perhaps he had made it to blessedness. Alas, how many oceans he had crossed to wind up in this poor place he knew not. Seemingly the turn of fate was a twist of endless irony.