My Guardian Angel
As I woke from my deep sleep, I found myself in a dark, damp cave deep underground. For some strange reason, I was not afraid of the darkness or the menacing caverns that surrounded me. The walls of the caves surrounded me as if they were about to swallow me whole. My heart pounded furiously through my chest as I began investigating this strange environment. Suddenly, out of nowhere, came this weird-looking troll with a strange, but familiar, look in his eyes.
My mind was telling me to turn around and run, but all I could do was stand there in amazement. He walked right up to me and said, “Come with me.” I did not know what to make of this creature standing in front of me; he was medium height and pudgy with long, brown hair and pointy ears.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
He simply turned around and replied, “Home.” We continued our long walk towards his small village, when I realized that I did not know his name. “Garvin,” the troll stated as if he was reading my mind. About an hour later, we reached his village. “Welcome to Carnak!” he proclaimed.
As I looked around, trolls were everywhere; they were busily doing chores and walking around. Trolls of all ages were scurrying around the streets going along with their lives just as I once did. The whole street was covered with vendors selling various fruits, vegetables, and clothing. “Hey you!” said one of the vendors. “You look like you need a new wardrobe,” he said. “This looks like it’s your size.” I put on the shirt and pants; their clothing seemed to be made out of some sort of cotton. “That will be 10 linx.” Said the vendor. “I don’t have any money, but you could have my watch? I said. “Sure,” he said. We shook hands and I was on my way with Garvin once again.
Their homes were built into the clay walls of the caverns and were stacked on top of each other all the way up to the ceiling. Just like the Native American ways in our world, these trolls managed to find a serene happiness in their way of life. As we approached his home, I felt a calm feeling as if I was completely safe. “Have a seat,” Garvin said as we entered through the front door. The house was built and decorated like an old Native-American hut. “How did I get here?” I asked; “I don’t know, but I know you need help,” he proclaimed. For hours we talked about everything from my childhood to his way of life in his village. Later in the night, we both sat at his table eating dinner, wondering why and how I showed up showed up in his world. As night fell, we began to get tired so Garvin offered me a bed and we went to bed.
As the days passed, I felt like I should do something as a way to thank Garvin for his hospitality, so I helped out with his chores and other work around the village. We spent several days going out to this vast field and gathered crops for the coming winter. Just outside the town was a great, winding river; the water was so clear that you could see the bottom of the riverbed. “This river is vital to our survival,” said Garvin. All around the river was lush greenery that spread as far as the eyes could see. Garvin also showed me how to use the various tools of his people. The whole village seemed so calm and peaceful I wished that I could stay here, but I knew I needed to get back home.
After about the fourth day, I suddenly had a feeling that I should leave. “It’s time for me to go,” I said. “OK, let me get our things,” replied Garvin. When we were finally ready to leave, we walked back to the place where he found me lying in the grass. “I’ll see you later, Garvin,” I said sadly. “I hope so,” replied Garvin, and I slowly walked away. There was a great light and the next thing I know, I’m in a hospital bed completely paralyzed inside the Intensive Care Unit. Many people have guardian angels protecting them; I guess for me, it was Garvin.
