SO-Sam+E.

**Introduction:**
Hey there! My name is Sam. My favorite things to do are read, play video games, and be with my family. My favorite foods are hamburgers, pizza, and spaghetti, my favorite sport to watch is football. I once went to CanCun, Mexico.

**Paste your story here:**
**Prince Edward and the Trolls of the North** **By Sam Ederer** Somewhere in the Northern Tundra, near the Great Frozen Sea and just south of the Dragon Head Mountains, a battle is ready to take place… Prince Edward was confident. He had grown much since he was a young boy, with nothing in his head but battle and bloody glory. Edward was the heir to the Magic Kingdoms, a realm in which it is totally normal to see fairies, dwarves, and friendly elves. Unfortunately, along with these helpful clans of creatures, there are also terrible, twisted monsters, which may attack humans in their territory without hesitation. These creatures include wicked goblins, vicious trolls, and, sometimes, a bewitched black elf, a dark spell caster, worse than any other. It was the second of these, the trolls, which Edward was going to combat that day. Edward’s father was the king of these magic lands, but Edward was the one who commanded the armies while his father did the diplomatic work. Right now, Edward was leading his northern army out on to the Northern Tundra, a land covered by ice, snow, and glaciers. There was almost always something falling out of the never-ending clouds, snow and hail in the winter, and sleet and freezing rain in the arctic summer. Edward’s mission was to combat the ferocious northern trolls and build a fortress up in these wind swept, barren regions. As the thousand men of the northern army marched across the ice, constantly helping each other up, they traded stories of what they had heard about the trolls that they unknowingly were just about to be ambushed by. They said that a single troll stood as tall as two grown men, and was twice as strong. They were intelligent creatures that wielded ice clubs and bows. For the bows they used dark magic to form them out of the ice that was their only building material. They lived in caves in the glaciers. They were covered in pure white hair, and had piercing, hypnotizing yellow eyes. They would charge down mountainsides, screaming war-shrieks to their challengers. Just as they reached the mouth of the glacier canyon, they found out everything. Everything they had just said…was true! The creatures galloped down the slick ice at them, some hanging back firing ice arrows, some waving giant clubs, all screaming in a high pitched chorus of sound. They looked just as horrible as imagined, ten foot, tall, white haired, yellow-eyed monsters. However, the trolls had made a mistake on their timing. Instead of waiting until the army was fully in the glacier canyon and could be more easily surrounded, they were merely blocking Edward’s army from entering. So, the army retreated as fast as they could, to set up camp a safe distance from the frozen canyon. But no matter how far away across the tundra they were from the troll clan, the men could not sleep. For when they tried to knock their spikes into the ice to set up their tents, they couldn’t believe their eyes. Underneath their feet, frozen solid, was an army. It was an army just as big as theirs, frozen underground, still standing, most in midstride. Some men remembered hearing about another expedition coming up north that never returned, not one man. It was the worst nights sleep //these// men could //ever// remember having. Any way, the next day, Edward decided to take his most elite soldiers and venture an expedition into the canyon, amid the trolls. They all carried spears. The small group started quickly on horseback across the ice. However, they were not attacked. They searched half the canyon and found no sign of the trolls. The group was just about to turn around and leave the canyon when they came face to face with the trolls that they had been searching for. They turned around to flee and ran right into another bunch of trolls. It seemed that these creatures could travel completely silent if they wanted to in their icy home. Edward jumped off of his horse, knowing that it would be easier to spear one of the trolls on foot than it would be astride his horse. As a prince, he had had all sorts of training battling magical creatures. “Dismount!” Edward shouted to his comrades. They jumped off of their horses and formed a protective circle around the horses and Edward. Edward said to his men, “He who dies for me today shall be given the highest honors. Those that survive with me will be promoted to higher ranks. Now charge!” The twenty spearmen charged at the five trolls in back and the five in front. Two men fell as soon as their spears were in range of the nearest troll, who grabbed the spears and flung both men behind its back. Another troll fell to the combined effort of three spearmen just as quickly. Edward himself took down two trolls with his spear and, when that broke, his long sword. It was a short fight. The men were able to defeat the trolls that prevented them from leaving the canyon and swing back onto their horses. They cantered away as fast as their bulky battle horses would go. However, the trolls galloped off after them. One of the trolls pulled out an ice bow, and shot several arrows, killing one man and wounding Edward in the shoulder. The trolls stayed on their tail even when horns started blowing from the camp, calling out reinforcements. The trolls were quickly driven of from there, but not before killing and wounding six more soldiers. About a week passed like this. Groups went into the canyon, and then came out with screaming trolls just behind them. One day a group went in and found nothing. No sign of trolls, or caves, or shrieking howls. They were not attacked as they left. The trolls had just disappeared. With them gone, they were finally able to build the fortress. It ended up being a tall wall blocking off the canyon, with a huge and even taller tower behind. The place’s official name was Edward’s Tower, but most people, even Edward himself, called the place…

** …The Tower of the Trolls. **

**Questions for Peer Reviewers**
(Think in terms of questions you would like to ask the author.)

1. Think of plot—is it original? (If an adaptation, is it creative or interesting to you?) What suggestions do you have for the author(s)? The plot is original i liked also is very interesting for me. 2. Think about problems that the characters face. Are there complications that add enough suspense, tension, or interest? Is there a climax that satisfies you? Is the resolution satisfying? What could be added or changed? The problem that have Edward is very tension because have to fight with the trolls and also interesting. 3. Think of characterization—are the characters life-like? Are characters likable and enjoyable? Do we get a good sense of character from many of these: description, dialogue, narrator's opinion, discussion from other characters, the character’s own actions? I think that the story and her characters are good, the characters are enjoyable and interesants. 4. Think of imagery and details. Do they help you //see// and //hear// and //experience// the story? What details would you like to see in the next revision of the story? The story make feel nervous because are a lots of figths thats was good but in the next revision i want that Edward have a girlfriend is going to be sweet.

5. What areas of the story need the most improvement? What suggestions do you have for the author?. The story is good for my but they need a litle of romance.