Creatures Caves

This game is an attempt to spark off more interest in writing in the CC. I am just about the only person who has done any stories or anything like that recently!
Anyway, in this competition you have to write a story that is a sequel to he previous one. On the 14th June the competition closes, and the most imaginative story wins. The tales do not have to be about norns.
This is the starting story(my entry):

Engugrun felt a whizz of air whoosh past him, and then he was standing by a massive lift! He looked anxiously around, he was in the huge place again! A massive white thing came up. "Ettina get grendel" she said, and picked him up! Engugrun was terrified! He struggled, but the ettin's grip was tight. "Fig bleh!" He cried desperately.
The ettin carried him for a long while, and when she finally put him down, they were underground! Ettina dropped Engugrun on a pile of odd bits and pieces of machinery, and pottered off.
Engugrun pulled himself up, and looked wildly about. There where ettins about all over the place, fiddling with machinery. He climbed off the pile and hurried to a little corner, where he hid. Engugrun peered round the computer he was hiding behind, anxiously. Then he turned. What was this? A little, tiny glass box, marked "Tiny World", and furnished to look like a miniature Albia. Inside, Engugrun saw a tiny, thin gangly creature, covered with short, rich chocolatey-brown fur, and with short, neat little ears, seated at the console of a machine. Beside the strange creature was a large, black bag. Engugrun thought "What a lovely place! Everything is just the right size in there!"
He opened the door and went inside. This was wonderful! Engugrun gave a little jump of pleasure, and then the strange creature at the machine console turned and said "what's going on?" Quite irritably.
Engugrun looked at him. He looked at Engugrun. "Well! Great grendels! I thought all my tiny grendel eggs died!"
"Grah?" Asked Engugrun curiously.
"Is there a female the same size as you?"
"Wesela."
"Hmm." Said the shee.
He returned to his console, and pressed a button. An image of Wesela popped up onto a screen. She was in a huge room, filled with norns. They where playing with her, using her as a toy! Engugrun felt angry. They were using his sister as a toy! Poor Wesela! Then the shee opened a blue device, set the coordinates on it, and dived into it. A few moments later, the shee returned, with Wesela.
Wesela and Engugrun were happy. This world was all the right size! Nothing was too big! One day, the shee came by their little room, filled with musical instruments, and saw a little egg, sitting quietly in a corner. He smiled to himself, and went on, to get to his tea-and-biscuit dispenser.