The Mountain King ruled the lands around his lonely mountain, everywhere his goblins and trolls could reach in darkness.
At times, Gry and the other children would look south to the mountain, scare each other with gruesome tales, and giggle.
The village was safe. The slow trolls could not reach it, not even in the longest night. But one day, Gry noticed something.
At noon, when the winter sun hung low over the mountain, the shadow cast on the plain seemed to reach closer than before.