Anna had been flying along quite nicely and had just passed up a few more people, when a sudden high-force wind nearly knocked her off her broom. Anna rocked back and forth a bit, nearly falling off once again before she was able to steady herself. When she was sure falling was no longer a threat, she whirled around to see what in the world had caused such a wind. "Ahhhh!" Anna yelled, startled at what she came face to face with. A full-grown mountain trowl was stomping down the pitch, swinging a club wildly through the air.

Anna sat still as can be for a few moments, startled at the latest turn of events. How on Earth were they supposed to get around this thing?!? Anna took a few deep breaths and remembered that all of the unusual things that had popped up unknowingly on this pitch had disappeared within minutes. If she made do for just a little bit longer, the mountain troll would be gone, and she could fly around the pitch once again.

Anna jumped as a large, brown object flew right in front of her face. She'd been lost in thought and hadn't been paying attention to where the troll was. Not wasting any time, Anna steered her broom around and darted off away from the troll.