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Sorceress of Arcadia || Becoming Part 2

Summary: Y/n Lake is Jim Lake's older sister. She discovers that she is sorceress and her brother is the Trollhunter. She and the Trollhunters go on adventures together, they save trolls and humans. Along the way, a friend becomes more than just a friend and discovers their secrets.

Warning: Pain

Word count: 6,601

Tags: @lunariasilver

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Next morning, you woke up, looking around. You looked down at your ankle, it wasn’t purple anymore. You cautiously stepped on your feet, it hurt a little bit you could handle it. You got up and got ready for the day. You were wearing the same thing from yesterday, not bothered to wear anything else. You saw yourself in the mirror. Your hair was a mess. You combed your hair, which was very hard and tied it up into a low ponytail. You walked downstairs, calling for Jim, but he was going out the door.

“Where are you going?” you asked.

“To the dentist, to tell Toby about yesterday. I’ll see you later,” he said, closing the door behind him.

You walked into the kitchen and saw your mom making something. Oh no. She didn’t have Jim’s cooking skills, or any for a fact.

“Mom! What are you making?” you asked peeking over her shoulder.

“Just making toast. You want some?” she asked and you backed away.

“I’ll pass, I’ll just grab something out of the fridge,” you said, walking to the fridge and opening it up.

You took the first thing you saw, which was an apple.

“Your going to eat an apple for breakfast? You’re not the type of person who would have fruit first thing in the morning,” she said, raising her eyebrow at you.

“Well, you know what they say: an apple a day, keeps the doctor away,” you stated.

“That’s what parents say to make their kids eat an apple, it’s not actually true,” she told you.

“Meh. Well, I’ll get going, bye!” you said, kissing her on her cheek and walking out the door.

You rode your bike over to Mr. Benoits, hoping for something to eat, more then just an apple. You walked in and saw there were a lot of people today. You walked out of the cafe. It would take a long time for you. You went to a taco truck instead. You saw that the line wasn’t too long, so you stood in line. As you moved to the front of the line, you looked at the menu. When you got to the front, you ordered a breakfast burrito. You waited a good 5 minutes until when your burrito arrived. You thanked them and walked off to find somewhere to sit. It was a beautiful day, so you sat outside the museum. You ate your burrito quietly while researching about sorceresses. Apparently you were one. You found a wikipedia page that said sorceresses were a female practitioner of magic. ‘Practitioner of magic’ was in blue so you clinked on the link, to only find out about magicians. Not helpful. You only found websites that defined sorceresses, not actually tell about them. You sighed, frustrated.

“Looks like someone is frustrated,” a familiar voice spoke.

You looked up to see Douxie.

“Oh hey Douxie. I was just researching but didn’t find what I was looking for,” you explained.

“Ah, I see. Well, I see you are in town, so your ankle must be okay. Right?” he asked.

“Yeah, its better. It still hurts a bit, but I can handle it,” you said, walking over to a near by bin to throw the foil that was wrapped around the burrito.

“Well, are you interested in books?”Douxie asked.

“Yeah. Why?” you asked, curious why he suddenly brought up the topic of books.

“Well, the bookstore I work in isn’t far, wanna come?” he said.

“Yeah sure,” you replied.

You both walked to the bookstore, chatting about your life. When you had arrived, Douxie held open the door for you and bowed.

“Why you’re very chivalrous,” you commented.

“Thank you m’lady,” he joked.

You both walked inside. It felt very cozy and homey. You walked over to a shelf, and started skimming through the titles. None of them looked appealing to you. You kept searching through the shelves, until you felt a tap on your shoulder. You spun around to see Douxie, holding out a book.

“What about this?” he asked, handing you the book.

The title read: Life of a Wizard in Camelot.

“Wait, Camelot as in 12th century, medieval times Camelot?” you asked.

“Yeah, I guess. I don’t really know. This book had been here for ages, no one has ever showed any interest in it so far. You’re the first,” he explained .

You walked over to a couch and started reading the book. You couldn’t really read what was written, since whoever wrote it was not a neat hand writer. But it wasn’t that messy that you couldn’t read it all. There were margins where there was neater hand writing, where they had random notes like, ‘Magic isn’t a permissible shortcut to hard work!’ and ‘Master doesn’t let me use my magic’. The last one caught your attention.

“If it says me, then there must be someone else who wrote, not the author,” you mumbled to yourself.

You kept reading through the pages, learning about Camelot and the wizard, Merlin, who had also written the book. It was interesting to see Merlin’s perspective of the world. Your eyelids started getting heavier by the minute as you kept reading. Then you dozed off.

“I got lemonade!” Douxie declared, to no one in particular.

You jolted up. You had realised that you had dozed off in the middle of the bookstore. Douxie came up from behind you and gave you a glass of lemonade. He sat next to you on the couch and looked over your shoulder.

“Is it good so far?” Douxie asked.

“Yeah. It’s interesting to see Merlin’s perspective of Camelot and King Arthur. Plus it’s funny to see the little notes in the margins,” you said, pointing to a note.

“Well, I hoped you liked it, want to buy it?” Douxie asked, finishing his lemonade and setting it on the table in front of him.

“Actually yes. How much is it?” you replied, closing the book.

“As I said, the book has been lying around for ages so, it’s on me,” he repeated.

“No. You have two jobs and on top of that, you study. You deserve the money,” you denied, getting $15 and handing him the money.

He shook his head, shoving the money back into your hand. You were about to protest, when he jumped up, off the couch.

“What about, you give me the money and in return, I buy you dinner tomorrow,” he suggested.

You thought about it. You got to give him the money he deserved and in return, you two got to go out for dinner, as friends.

“Okay, sounds like a plan,” you told him, handing him the money.

“Great, it’s a date!” he added.

He walked over to the counter and put the money in a box.

A date? Did he just really say that. You shook your head and concluded that it would be a friendly outing.

You opened the book and continued reading. Douxie came back and sat down next to you again, reading with you. He noticed that you had also finished your lemonade and put the glasses away. He looked at the time, it was 12, it was break time. He walked over to the door and spun the sign from ‘open’ to ‘on break’. He walked back over to you and sat next to you. The two of you read through the book.

Once again, your eyelids got heavier and heavier. You tried to not close your eyes, but you slowly drifted off. As you closed you eyes, you leaned onto Douxie’s shoulder and fell asleep. Once Douxie had done reading the page you were on, he wondered why you had stopped turning the page, so he turned to see you. He realised that you had fallen asleep on his shoulder. He grinned. He book marked the page and closed it. He put the book on the table gently, making sure not to wake you up and leaned back into the couch. After a few minutes, he also drifted off into a sleep, leaning his head on yours.

It had been about half an hour, when you heard a loud banging. You woke up abruptly, looking towards the source of the noise. You realised a slight pressure on your head, you looked up to see Douxie sleeping peacefully. You smiled. You gently shook him by his shoulder, and he instantly opened his eyelids. He looked down at you, and you pointed towards the door. Some people were knocking on the door. He sprinted towards the door and unlocked it.

“Sorry folks! Just drifted off a bit, please come on in,” Douxie apologised and opened the door wider to let the people in.

“It’s okay lad. We understand if you need to focus some time with your girlfriend,” an old man said, pointing to you.

“I...uh...um...” Douxie stammered, trying to look for an answer.

“Lad?” the old man waved his hand in front of Douxie.

Douxie snapped back into reality.

“Yes sir! Please come on in,” Douxie answered, gesturing him to come in.

You walked up to Douxie, with the book in your hand.

“Well, I have to go. I’ll see you later,” you said, and was about to leave when Douxie grabbed your wrist.

“Wait! How am I going to let you know what time I’ll come pick you up? Do you have an email or a number...”, he asked.

The two of you exchanged numbers.

“Thanks. I’ll text you what time I’ll come,” Douxie said. “Oh and come dressed....nicely,” he added.

“Sure, you too. Don’t wear, you know...that,” you joked, gesturing to his outfit.

“Cheeky!” he teased.

You walked back to your bike and rode back home. When you opened the door, you saw Jim and Toby in the kitchen. You put the book on the table and walked into the kitchen.

“Hey Jimbo! Hey Toby!” you greeted, as you leaned on the kitchen bench.

“Hey y/n!” they both said.

“It takes 8 hours! 8 hours!” Jim cried.

“Yep!” Toby replied, going on explaining what happens in those 8 hours.

“Wow! That’s a lot,” you commented.

You walked out of the kitchen and took your book and went to your room. You could hear Toby freaking over Jim’s armour, and telling him that he can use that to kick Steve’s butt. You put the book on your desk and went back downstairs.

“Really? I show you a glowing sword and a suit of armour that can only be magic, and that's how you respond?” Jim exclaimed.

“Yeah! It’s butt kicking time! Wow, these pants are so elastic!” Toby replied, fascinated that his pants were so flexible.

Then you heard a knock on the back door. You looked towards the door and saw Blinky waving.

“What?! Don’t open the door!” Toby freaked out.

Then, the door opened up by Blinky and then he shouted,

“Master Jim!”

Toby started screaming, and hid behind the counter. Toby dialled animal control, and started speaking to them.

“Monsters, at my best friend's house! I need you to send a squad! Make that the National Guard!” Toby panicked.

Then Animal Control hung up on him.

“Animal Control hung up on me!” Toby said, frustrated.

While Toby freaked out, AAARRRGGHH was having a hard time getting through the small doorway. Poor guy. Before you could help him, he got through by himself.

“You told your stout little friend about us?” Blinky asked.

“Uh is that a problem?” Jim and you asked.

“Master Jim, miss y/n, we trolls have gone to great lengths to keep our existence secret from your kind, lest there be panic,” Blinky explained.

Toby on the other hand was panicking.

“Like that,” Blinky said, gesturing to Toby.

“It’s all right, Tobes,” you soothed, trying to keep him calm.

“They’re like nine feet tall!” Toby said, looking at AAARRRGGHH.

“This is my best friend, Toby D,” Jim explained to Blinky.

“He has like 800 eyes. We’re going to die,” Toby wined.

You rolled your eyes.

“Hardly. Your friend is the Trollhunter. His noble obligation is protective and the other one is a sorceress” he explained to Toby.

“What! Y/n is a sorceress! Like in magic?!” Toby remarked, “And by ‘protecting’...You mean like a super hero? Oh, can I be his sidekick, along side y/n? With a cool superhero name like Deathblade or Snipersnake? Just wait. Who would I be protecting?”

“Us,” AAARRRGGHH said.

“And mankind. From bad trolls... As well as goblins, gruesome, and the occasional rogue gnome,” Blinky told us.

Then Toby started tapping Blinky with a large spoon. You giggled.

“Do you mind?” Blinky scolded.

Toby drops the spoon.

“The mantle of the Trollhunter is a sacred responsibility, one which has never been passed to a human before. This is a momentous occasion,” Blinky continued.

Then we all heard a car pull onto the driveway.

“Oh no, it’s our mother! Upstairs, quick!” you cried, running upstairs, into the bathroom and locked the door.

“Jim? Y/n? It’s me!” your mom announced.

“She’s not supposed to be home till midnight!” you whispered.

Then it hit you. Not why your mom had come home, but the pain in your ankle. It started to come back. Curse you ankle! You tried to look like you weren’t in pain, and this time it actually worked! You got out of your own thoughts and back into reality.

Blinky and AAARRRGGHH were explaining about the amulet and what had happened to the previous Trollhunter. Unfortunately, he was killed or had sacrificed his life, something like that. Then your mom started speaking to Jim. He had made a lame excuse that he had food poisoning and obviously mom was a doctor, so she had to treat her son. She was about to come in, when Jim some how shoved us in the shower.

When your mom had left, you all came out of the bathroom and into the living room. AAARRRGGHH started knocking things over, since he was a big troll.

“Your cave too small,” AAARRRGGHH complained.

It technically wasn’t a cave, but if he thought it was a cave, then a cave it is.

“So Master Jim, are you ready? We should begin training immediately, y/n yours too, since you need to develop your magic skills, Vendel will help with that” Blinky said.

“Uh, it’s a school night for us,” Jim said, picking up books that had fallen over.

“Yeah,” you agreed.

“I assure you the relevance escapes me,” Blinky tried to convince us.

“I’m 15 and y/n’s 18. We have to stay home and study, and stuff- do homework? We can’t be out y’know Trollhunting and sorceressing?” Jim explained to Blinky.

“Because?” Blinky asked.

“Well the whole getting killed by a vicious troll named Bular might be a deal breaker to Jim,” you said.

“Deal breaker?” Blinky asked.

“We don’t want to die!” Jim blurted.

Who does?

“Goodness gracious, who does!” Blinky exclaimed.

Jim takes out the amulet. What is he going to do?

“Maybe you should take this back,” Jim said.

“Jim?” you said.

“The amulet called to you, Master Jim. It chose you. It is your-” Blinky said, when he was cut off by Jim.

“Please don’t say destiny,” Jim begged.

“-sacred obligation!” Blinky finished.

“Or that,” Jim added, face palming.

“You cannot refuse it, you cannot give it back. It is yours until you die,” Blinky said.

“And I would like to get a little further past puberty before that happens!” Jim blurted.

Ooo! You wanted to side with Jim, but Blinky was also right, the responsibility was his to take. You were about to say something, when the pain in your ankle got worse. You leaned on the window seal. Jim looked at you, worried.

“Y/n are you alright? It’s your ankle, isn’t it?”Jim asked.

“I’m fine, I’m fine. Really. It’s just a little pain, it’ll subside eventually,” you reassured your brother.

Jim raised his eyebrow.

“Know it’s fine,” you lied, walking towards the back door, where Blinky and AAARRRGGHH were.

Toby was giving AAARRRGGHH some VHS’s for the road. When you heard Blinky start to say something to Jim.

“Master Jim, if I may... destiny is a gift. Some go their entire lives living existence in quiet desperation, never learning the truth that what feels as though a burden pushing down upon on our shoulders is actually a sense of purpose that lifts us to greater heights! Never forget that fear is the precursor to valour. That to strive and triumph in the face of fear, is what it means to be a hero. Don’t think Master Jim... become! Would you at least consider?” Blinky said.

Wow! That was some speech. Jim fist pumped all of Blinky’s hands, as an agreement. Blinky and AAARRRGGHH went out, noisily, climbing over the fence.

“They’re pretty stealthy. How’s that? We bought you a night!” Toby said.

“A night?” Jim scoffed.

“Dude, you’re the one who’s always talking about ‘wanting adventure’, and ‘something more!’ Well, wish granted! So trolls are a thing, who knew?” Toby reminded.

“Well, there you go Jimbo! You have an adventure. Happy?” you said, as you headed towards your room.

You were just about to go up the stairs when, you heard a ‘beep’ from your phone. You looked who it was from, Douxie.

It read:

Hey,

So, I can’t take you out for dinner tomorrow, something came up. But I am free tonight, are you?

You replied:

Yeah

He immediately relied:

Great! I’m coming to pick you up in 20 minutes. Bye.

You replied:

Okay, bye.

You ran upstairs, when you winced halfway, your ankle. Maybe it was a bad idea to curse your own ankle. You ignored it, and continued to your room. You flung open your closet, looking for something good to wear. Then your eyes landed on a dress, it had a black to navy blue gradient, with purple flowers on the right side of the waist. With navy blue flats. You looked in the mirror, your hair was a bit messy, so you quickly made it back into a low ponytail, with a few loose strands around your face. Perfect.

You walked into your brothers room to find Jim doing his homework. He looked at you.

“Where are you going?” Jim asked.

“Out for dinner with a friend,” you replied, while texting your mom that you were going out for dinner.

“Who is this friend?” Jim asked.

“Douxie,” you replied, while you read through your mom’s text.

She had agreed and told to be back by 10.

“Douxie?! Why?” Jim asked, again.

“Why do you keep asking me questions, like a police officer?” you asked.

“Well...I...uh...” Jim stammered, “I don’t trust him, y’know”.

“Why?” you asked.

Douxie wasn’t a bad person. Jim was about to answer when the door bell rang. You were about to walk downstairs and open it, but Jim beat you to it and told you to stay. He went downstairs and opened the door to find Douxie, in a black dress shirt, with the sleeves rolled up and a navy blue bow tie, with black pants and shoes.

“Hey Jim. I was here to pick up your sister. We’re going out for dinner,” Douxie said.

“Hey Douxie. I’ll call her,” Jim replied.

Douxie was about to say something when Jim shouted out,

“Y/n! Douxie is here!”

Douxie winced, that was loud. Jim took a step back from the doorway and you came down. Douxie’s eyes widened as he saw you. You looked beautiful. As you walked towards Jim, he grinned.

“Come back by 10. It’s school night,” he said, sternly, but you could hear the little amusement in his voice.

“I will,” you replied.

“Shall we?” Douxie asked, offering his arm to you.

You took it and stepped out of the house. You turned to face Jim.

“Have fun sis. Douxie, take care of my sister, she’s the only one I have. She is the only person I can talk to when no one else would understand, even when Toby wouldn’t understand,” Jim said.

“Don’t worry Jim! She is under great care for the next 2 hours. I promise,” Douxie reassured him.

You waved to Jim as he closed the door. You went over to Douxie’s vespa.

“I never knew you had a vespa” you said.

“And I never knew your brother was very protective of you,” Douxie joked.

“Well, that’s true. He’s never been so protective before,” you said.

“Well, let’s leave your brother to the side for now, and you come and sit behind me,” Douxie said, patting the seat behind him.

You sat behind him as he started the vehicle up. Once it was started, you jolted, as he rode very fast. You were about to fall, when just time, Douxie caught you with one of his hands.

“No offence, but you need to ride more safely,” you commented, as you put your hands around his waist, not wanting to have a risk of falling.

“I’ll get around to it. For now just enjoy the view,” he said.

You looked out, it was beautiful. The moon was rising and the scenery before you was beautiful. You put your chin on Douxie’s shoulder, taking in the scenery. After 10 minutes, you saw that you were at a fancy type looking restaurant. You got off the vespa and walked into the restaurant with Douxie.

“Wow! You chose a nice restaurant,” you said.

He thanked you.

You walked over to a two seater table and was about to sit when Douxie stopped you. He took out the chair for you and you sat. You were going to pull it in, when Douxie did for you. Then he took a seat in front of you. Douxie grabbed the menu and looked through the variety of foods, then his eyes lit up at something.

“Do you want pasta?” Douxie asked, looking up from the menu, at you.

“I don’t mind,” you said.

“Which one do you want?” Douxie asked, turning the menu so you can see.

You read through each one, there were a lot of options but not a lot of vegetarian options, since you didn’t like the idea of eating animals. (If you aren’t a vegetarian then you can imagine another type of pasta you like)

“Maybe the Macadamia pesto pappardelle? Wait you aren’t allergic to nuts, are you?” you asked.

“Nope! It’s sounds good. Nice choice,” he said.

Then a waiter came over to you and asked for what you would like to order. He took down what Douxie ordered and walked away.

“I’m sorry, if you found my choice of food, well you know,” you said.

“It’s ok. I’m guessing you are a vegetarian or a vegan?” Douxie asked.

“Yeah, I just don’t like the idea of eating animals,” you explained.

From that you and Douxie started talking, and finding out a lot about each other.

After you had finished dinner, you both went to the front to pay. You took out your card to pay while Douxie took out his.

“Are you guys splitting the bill, or is one of you going to pay?” the employee asked.

“I’m going to pay,” Douxie and you replied at the same time.

“Y/n, you bought the book, I buy you dinner. That was the deal,” Douxie said.

You were going to protest, but Douxie quickly tapped his card on the machine. You sighed and put your card back into your purse.

“Let’s go,” Douxie said, heading out of the restaurant while you followed behind.

He started the vespa and you sat on.

“Ride safely,” you said.

“Will do,” Douxie replied, and rode off into the night.

You looked at your phone, 9:55. You had to hurry.

“Uh, Douxie, maybe you want to go a bit more faster,” you said to him, as you showed him the time.

He nodded and sped up a little. You were half way across the bridge, when something jumped in front of you. Douxie halted to a stop. The thing that had jumped in front of you was huge, and had red and orange eyes, that were staring at us. It came towards us, scraping the floor with its sword, a troll.

“What is that?” Douxie whispered.

“Two little flesh bags out and about at night, make tasty meals,” the troll said.

“I do not want to be a tasty meal,” you whispered.

“It has been so long since I had a human for dinner,” the troll said.

It kept coming forward. You looked for an escape route, but didn’t find one.

“Douxie, what do we do?” you whispered to him.

“We have to distract him,” Douxie whispered back.

“How?” you asked.

“I didn’t think that far,” he replied.

He tried to start up the engine, but it didn’t work, no fuel.

“We have to run,” Douxie said.

You nodded. You got off the vespa and looked at the creature.

“I’m sorry lad! But you won’t be having dinner tonight!” Douxie shouted at him.

He roared and ran towards us. Douxie grabbed your hand and said,

“Do you trust me?”

You nodded. Then he ran to the edge of the bridge and jumped down, taking you down with him. He landed perfectly, but you on the other hand, landed on your already injured ankle, which had landed the wrong way. You let out a groan, hugging your ankle. Douxie turned to see what the matter was. He saw that you were holding your ankle in pain.

“Y/n! Are you alright?” Douxie asked.

You did a thumbs up to him, forcing a smile on your face.

Then the troll jumped in front of you. In a flash, Douxie picked you up and ran.

“Sorry y/n, the dinner didn’t go as planned,” Douxie said.

“It’s okay,” you said, peeking over Douxie’s shoulder to see if the troll was following you. It wasn’t, it had disappeared. Then you looked ahead, seeing where you were going. You had reached your house. Douxie walked up the stairs and saw that the door was slightly open. He kicked it open, to see that Jim was sitting on the edge of the couch. He jumped up off the couch and ran towards you.

“Y/n! What took you so long? I was worried sick!”Jim exclaimed.

“I’m fine,” you said.

“You are clearly not fine. You are literally in Douxie’s arms for a reason,” Jim said.

“It’s her ankle,” Douxie said.

“What did you do?” Jim asked, giving Douxie a glare.

“Nothing! We ran into...trouble. Her ankle started hurting, so yeah,” Douxie explained.

Jim nodded. Douxie set you down and waved goodbye. Jim glared at Douxie as he went out.

“Jim, it’s not his fault,” you said.

“It is! I never should have trusted him. He said that you would be under great care for the 2 hours that you would be with him. But no you weren’t, he broke his promise,” Jim exclaimed.

“Well the only reason I did get hurt cause a random troll jumped in front of us while we were coming back. And the only evil troll around is...” you explained.

“Bular!” Jim finished.

“So it’s not Douxie’s fault,” you said.

“It is his fault. Now lets go to bed,” Jim said, helping you to your room.

You sighed. How were you going to make him believe that it wasn’t Douxie’s fault?

You changed into your PJ’s and went to sleep, hoping that tomorrow would be a better day.

You woke up the next morning a bit late and quickly got changed. You headed downstairs to find Jim waiting for you.

“Sorry I overslept,” you said, as you headed out.

It was a quiet ride to school, Jim and Toby were riding ahead of you, chatting away. While you silently rode your way to school.

As you put your bike away, your friends came over to you.

“We got the news! If you don’t spill yourself then we will annoy the entire day,” Izzy and Rachael said.

“What news? I have no idea what you guys are talking about,” you said, walking over to your locker.

You actually had no idea what they were talking about.

“Don’t try to act innocent,” Rachael teased.

“I’m not! I have no idea what news your talking about,” you said.

“The news where you and Douxie...” Izzy hinted.

“Oh that! How did you guys find out?” you asked, placing books into your bag.

“Your waiter!” they exclaimed.

What? Then it hit you. The waiter was one of your classmates! You were so caught up talking with Douxie, you hadn’t realised.

“It was just a friendly dinner, that’s all. Plus it only happened because I paid for a book at his bookstore so he took for me for dinner,” you explained, closing your locker and started walking towards class.

“Hey y/n!” someone said.

You spun around to see Douxie running towards you.

“Well, there comes your boyfriend,” Izzy giggled, making you blush.

“He is not my boyfriend!” you hissed.

“Whatever,” Izzy teased.

“Hey Douxie!” you greeted him.

“So from yesterday, is your ankle alright?” Douxie asked.

“Yeah. I’m sorry that my brother was so rude yesterday. He was mad at you, for not keeping your promise,” you added.

“It’s okay. I’m to blame for though, I promised Jim you would be in great care, and I broke that promise,” Douxie admitted, looking down to the ground, feeling ashamed.

“It’s okay. It’s not your fault, plus I’m fine now,” you reassured him.

He shook his head. Then, you saw some tears drop onto the ground. You put your hand on his shoulder.

“Douxie, I’m fine,” you said, making him look up, “See?”

You jumped up and down a couple of times to prove your point. After you stopped jumping, you tried to not wince from the slight pain.

“I’m fine,” you repeated, putting your hand on his shoulder, trying to comfort him.

Suddenly, he took your hands in his and looked you in your eyes.

“Well can you come to my concert tonight?” Douxie asked.

“What time?” you asked.

“8:30, at the square” he replied.

“I’ll be there,” you said.

“Great!” Douxie grinned and kissed your cheek, making you blush.

He then waved bye. You were shocked. He had just kissed you. Izzy and Rachael walked in front of you and got your attention.

“He just asked you out!” Rachael squealed in excitement.

“Douxie Casperan, the most popular and hottest guy in Arcadia Oaks Academy just kissed you and asked you out y/n!” Izzy exclaimed, shaking your shoulder.

“Um...yeah, but he didn’t ask me out, just asked me to come to his concert,” you whispered, looking around.

There was a crowd, starring in awe. They must’ve seen everything.

“Let’s just go to class,” you said, as you noticed people starting to come up to you and ask questions.

The day went like a blur. Before you knew it, it was already 3 o’clock.

You walking over to your bike when a bunch of people surrounded you.

“Is it true that Douxie kissed you?” a girl asked.

“Are you two a couple?” another girl asked.

“Are you two dating?” a guy asked.

You had to get out of there, when someone pulled you out of the crowd.You looked at you saviour, it was none other then Douxie.

“You alright?” Douxie asked.

“Yeah, but my metal state, not so much,” you replied.

“People asking you too many questions?” Douxie asked, giving you a sympathetic smile.

You nodded. The crowd started surrounding the two of you know and started to shoot questions at both you.

“Are you guys dating?” a girl asked.

“When did you guys get together?” another asked.

You were starting to get tired of these questions. You looked at Douxie, hoping he would have a plan to get out of this problem. He just smiled, took your hand and ran through the crowd, towards the bikes. You both grabbed yours and started riding away. When the coast was clear, you stopped to catch your breath.

“I don’t know how you do it, managing such a big crowd at school,” you said.

“I just do, love” Douxie said.

“Thank you Douxie, for saving me from all those people,” you said.

“No problem. You still coming to my concert, right?” Douxie asked.

You nodded. Then in the corner of your eye, you saw that Jim and Toby were coming towards you.

“Doux, I think you have to go. My brother is coming towards us, and I don’t think he’s in the mood to see you right now,” you warned Douxie, pointing towards your brother and his best friend.

“I agree. See you tonight,” he said, giving you a salute and riding off the opposite direction.

“Hey Jimbo! Hey Toby” you said, waving both of them.

“Hey y/n!” they both said.

“How was your day?” Jim asked.

“Overwhelming and tiring,” you answered, starting to ride along side him.

Jim raised one eyebrow, not understanding.

“Dude, that was amazing! You were amazing! I’m amazed at how you were!” Toby exclaimed.

“I can’t believe that just happened,” Jim commented.

“What happened?” you asked.

“I tried out for Romeo and Juliet, as Romeo, in my armour,” Jim explained.

“And did you see how that chikita was looking at you? Your amour totally did you a favour!” Toby added.

“Blinky said it reacts to your emotional state. The armour turns on when you’re in distress!” you remembered.

“But I wasn’t in distress back at school,” Jim claimed.

Then you turned the corner, to find the troll from last night again, Bular. He roars.

“But I am now!” Jim panicked,.

“Trollhunter, Merlins creation, Gunmars bane!” Bular said.

“I think he’s talking to you...” both you and Toby said.

Bular roars again and tries to leave the shadows, when his hand gets hurt when he puts it in the sun.

“Look! He’s afraid of the sun!” Jim noticed.

You looked over at the sunset.

“Not for long!” Toby exclaimed.

“The amulet! Surrender it, and I will give you a speedy death!” Bular threatens Jim.

“Doesn’t know how to negotiate this guy!” you said.

Bular lunges at the three of you, but you cycle away. The three of you ride until you see a row of cars and hide behind a truck.

“Armour up, armour up. Armour up! Please! Now! FASTER!” Toby asked.

“For Merlin’s sake, hurry up and armour up Jim!” you pleaded.

“For the glory of Merlin, daylight is mine to command!” Jim chanted the incantation, but nothing happened. “It’s not working! For the glory of Merlin, daylight is mine to command. Seriously! It’s mine to command! I’m commanding here!”

Then Bular picks up the truck, revealing the three of us.

“Centuries of Trollhunters, and I will have killed two in almost as many days!” Bular chuckled.

“HE’S GOOD AT MATH!” Toby yelled.

“GO! GO! GO!” you said, hurrying onto your bike.

Bular throws the truck at us.

“Flying truck!” Jim warned.

You dodged it and peddled faster.

“Head down Delancey!” Jim said, changing courses.

Then you narrowly avoided another flying vehicle.

“Behind Stuart Electronics!” you said, noticing the alleyway.

“You guys know I can’t fit there!” Toby whined.

“You can fit!” Jim argued.

“I CAN’T!” Toby argued back.

“You’ve been on a diet, remember?!” you reminded Toby.

You and Jim easily slide down the alley, while Toby get’s stuck.

“I can’t fit! I can’t fit! I can fit! I can fit, I can fit! I’m fitting! Yay, diet!” Toby said, eventually getting through the alley.

You ride towards the neighbourhood, wanting to get away from Bular.

“Look at me. Look at me! We’re not dead, right?” Toby asked Jim.

Then from the nearby trees, you saw Blinky and AAARRRGGHH.

“Aha! Master Jim! Miss y/n!” Blinky exclaimed.

“Bular is trying to kill us! He chased us all over town!” Jim explained.

“And you’re still alive! I knew you had potential, Master Jim!” Blinky added.

“You have a sweet voice, but you bring death with you!” Toby shouted at Blinky.

“You guys can fight him right?” you asked, hoping they would say yes.

Blinky and AAARRRGGHH chuckled.

“I could not hope to posses the skill to defeat Bular!” Blinky told the three of you.

Jim points to AAARRRGGHH and asks,

“What about him? He’s big!”

True. AAARRRGGHH was big and could fight off Bular.

“Pacifist,” AAARRRGGHH said bluntly.

“Seriously?” Jim said.

“Man, what a waste of a hulking brute,” you and Toby said.

“Thank you,” AAARRRGGHH grinned, taking it as a compliment.

“This is why there is a Trollhunter, Master Jim. AAARRRGGHH renounced the violent path ages ago,” Blinky explained.

Then, you heard Bular snarling behind all of you.

“Follow me! We’ll be safe in Heartstone Trollmarket!” Blinky said.

You started peddling behind Blinky, when Bular knocked over a power line, disrupting Toby. AAARRRGGHH catches Toby and places him on his back. From this, Bular is slowed down, since his leg is caught on Toby’s bike.

“Master Jim! Dawn your armour!” Blinky commanded.

“I’ve been trying! The amulet won’t listen to me!” Jim said.

“Did you speak the incantation?” Blinky asked.

“I’ve been incanting the crap out of it and it’s not working!” Jim exclaimed.

“Just focus and incant dude!” you shout.

You reach the canals and slide down, while Jim gets his amulet out. You can see Jim was incanting the incantation and what looked like the third try, the amulet activates and equips Jim with his armour, just a Bular reaches him. Bular roars at Jim. But Jim backs out. He tries to run, but his blocked by Bular.

“Use you sword Master Jim!” Blinky told Jim.

“I’ll drink your blood out of a goblet, made of your skull!” Bular threatens.

“Cut him like a meatloaf, Jim!” Toby shouts.

While Jim is trying to fight with Bular, AAARRRGGHH is drawing an arch on a wall under the bridge with something called a ‘horngazel’ and opens a portal.

“Wow!” you said.

“Master Jim! Master Jim, come on!” Blinky said.

“I’m a little busy here!” Jim says.

“You are not fit to wield the amulet! I’ll tear the armour off you, along with your skin!”Bular threatens.

Jim dodges one of Bulars swords. He tries to hit Bular with his sword but it gets stuck in his arm instead.

“C’mon Jimbo!” you exclaimed.

Jim runs towards you but the doorway closes. Blinky quickly reopens the doorway and pulls Jim in.

“He nearly- we nearly- he almost,” Jim pants, trying to say something.

“What? Speak Master Jim,” Blinky asks.

“HE ALMOST KILLED US!!” Jim yelled.

“Almost! A very important word! A life of almost is a life of never,” Blinky said.

“Why’d the armour suddenly shut off?” Jim asked, frustrated.

You place your hand on your brothers shoulder, trying to calm him down.

“Master Jim, you are the first human to posses an amulet crafted fro trolls. It’s to be expected it’s behaviour will be unexpected,” Blinky explains.

Then, you start to walk, when a stair case of crystals light up.

“This way masters, this way,” Blinky said.

As you walk down the stair case, you looked around the place. It was beautiful, who knew there was a whole other world right underneath our feet! When we get to the bottom, you saw Heartstone Trollmarket.

“Woah,” you breathed, walking next to Jim.

“This is the world you are bound to protect! This is Heartstone Trollmarket!” Blinky exclaimed.

#douxie x reader #hisirdoux x reader #hisirdoux casperan x reader #tales of arcadia #trollhunters

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nikibogwater · 4 years

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Shedding Layers--a Tales of Arcadia fanfiction

“There is a piece of Nari’s head on the sofa!”

Winter has hit New York City, and unfortunately for Douxie, Nari forgot to tell him something important about the season.

Another ToA fic about the Magical Siblings and their Therapy Cat, done partly in collaboration with @poetryinmotion-author (thank you for all the help! ❤). I am SO excited to share this one, you guys. It was a real treat to work on.

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Winter had finally settled on New York City. The freezing air bit like a wild animal, and depending on the day, there was often either rain, sleet, or snow driving against the windows of the apartment. Douxie kept a space heater running twenty-four hours a day now, but even so, Nari spent most of her time huddled beneath a stack of comforters. The yearning for freedom that had tormented her mere weeks ago was long gone. Now, she wanted nothing more than to burrow into her pillow and doze the day away. Douxie had been understandably concerned at first, but she assured him that it was quite normal for her to go into something of a hibernation state come winter. She always made a point to be awake when he came home from work, and between his and Archie’s company, and the wonderfully soft cocoon of blankets Douxie had provided for her, she could honestly say that this winter wasn’t nearly as terrible as she would have expected.

Then came a particularly gloomy Tuesday morning in November when Nari awoke to a telltale tingling feeling at the top of her skull. She groaned and pushed her face deeper into the pillow. She had forgotten about her yearly shed. It usually only took a day or so, but it was always so uncomfortable. It started with the base of her antlers itching. Then as the limbs slowly began to come loose, they would wobble around on top of her head, causing a very unpleasant feeling of imbalance until they finally broke clean off. The top of her head would be a little sore for a few days afterwards as well. Still, there was nothing for it but to just wait it out. She tugged her blanket cocoon tighter around her shoulders and snuggled back down again.

She didn’t have the chance to go back to sleep before she felt Douxie’s hand touch her shoulder, and she emerged from her burrow just enough to peer at him with one sleepy eye.

“Hey, sorry,” he said softly. “I was going to leave a note, but then I felt your aura waking up, so I thought I’d just tell you: I’m working a double shift today. Going to be pretty late, so don’t stay up waiting for me. Make sure you eat today. It’s supposed to be overcast until after dark. Archie will be here, but I want you to call me if anything happens, alright?”

“Mmm...I will be fine,” Nari mumbled, clumsily disentangling one of her hands from the blankets to pat Douxie’s where it still rested on her shoulder. It felt like he told her the same thing every morning, but she supposed that as her guardian, he was entitled to a little fussing. “Have a good day.” She felt Douxie’s aura glow warmly as he squeezed her shoulder before letting go. He tucked the blankets around her snugly before straightening and zipping up his hoodie. Nari heard him cross the floor, pause to scratch Archie behind the ears and throw on his heavy winter coat, and then with a jingle of keys, the click of the door, and the soft hum of magic as he activated the protective seals, he was gone. Nari lay awake for a while afterwards, feeling his soul as it traveled, until she could sense that he had safely arrived at the bookstore where he worked. With a satisfied sigh, she pressed her face as deep into the pillow as she could, wincing as the base of her antlers gave a tingly throb of protest, and went back to sleep.

*****

“In my opinion, the leader of the town should have lost more than just her arm. They should have given her a fitting villain’s death.”

Nari glanced over at Archie, who was perched on the back of the sofa by her shoulder, watching the credits roll for the movie they had just finished.

“But she was kind to her own people, Archie,” Nari argued, swirling her mug of cocoa for a moment before taking a sip. “Perhaps she was consumed by her hatred for the forest, but I do not think she deserved death. It was better that she suffer the loss of her arm and learn from it.” She drained the last of her cocoa and set the empty mug on the floor, grimacing as her antlers jostled on top of her head.

“Are you alright?” Archie asked as she leaned back in her seat, pulling her arm out of the comforter she was wrapped in and massaging the base of her left antler with her fingers. “You’ve been scratching your head all day. You don’t have fleas, do you?” He began to draw away from her warily.

“No,” Nari giggled. “It is just my yearly shed. It always makes me itch.”

“You shed your antlers in the winter?” Archie resumed his place by her head, staring up at the limbs in question with curiosity. “I didn’t know that.”

“It never came up,” she replied, wiggling her left antler experimentally. “This one seems almost ready.” Archie reached out a paw and gingerly prodded the extremity. It wobbled again, and his pupils expanded with interest.

“Yes, I should say so...” he murmured distractedly, batting it a little more forcefully. Nari giggled again as he sat up on his hind legs and swiped with both paws.

There was a wooden creak, and then a snap, like the sound of a branch being broken. Archie lept back as the antler dislodged from Nari’s head and tumbled down into her lap. There was an awkward beat or two of dead silence. Nari was the first to break it.

“That is one down,” she sighed in relief, picking up the dead limb and turning it over in her hands. “I am not sure what to do with this, though. Do you want it?” she asked, looking up at Archie. He slid down from the back of the couch and sniffed the offering, considering it for a moment.

“...No, thank you,” he said at last. “It is significantly less interesting when it’s not attached to your head.”

“Maybe Douxie will know what to do with it.” Nari set the antler down beside her and stretched her arms above her head with a wide yawn. Outside, the wind shrieked, and a fresh flurry of snow flashed in the glare of the city lights. “I wish he was home,” she murmured. “It is an awful night to be out.”

“Yes, I certainly don’t envy him just now,” Archie replied, jumping to the floor and stretching his own legs. “But don’t worry about him. He’ll be alright. Wizards are very resilient, you know.”

“His soul is already tired,” she whispered, closing her eyes as she reached out with her magic, feeling the weary glow of his aura. “He always works too hard...”

“Yes...” Archie sighed, his ears folding back slightly. “He does.” The Familiar shook himself and looked back up at Nari with a reassuring smile. “But that’s a problem for the daylight hours, hm? You look ready to keel over.” He shifted into his dragon form, picked up her empty cocoa mug between his paws, and flew it over to the kitchen sink. He came back to the sofa and nudged Nari’s head where it was beginning to droop against the armrest. “Come on. Don’t want you falling asleep here and getting a sore neck.” Nari hummed sleepily and eased off of the sofa with another yawn. Archie turned off the television and the overhead lights, then slipped back into his cat form and crossed the room to Nari’s bed, where she was creeping beneath the covers. Once she had properly secured herself in her blanket cocoon, the cat curled up against the crook of her legs, and with the sound of his gentle purring in her ears, she quickly drifted off to sleep.

****

A few hours later, Nari was violently torn from slumber by a sudden, sickening pulse of ice-cold terror that pierced her aura like one of Skreal’s icy daggers. It was accompanied by the sound of Douxie frantically crying her name, his voice twisted with fear. The wood nymph yelped and blindly tumbled out of bed, accidentally throwing Archie off of her in the process, who yowled in surprise as he landed on the floor next to her. Nari struggled with the blankets wrapped around her, disoriented and somewhat panicked, and felt her powers seizing up, preparing for a fight. Surely only the return of the Arcane Order could make Douxie sound so petrified. Before she had the chance to disentangle herself, or even ask what was happening, he sprinted across the room, dropped to his knees beside her, and ripped the blankets off of her. Ignoring her second yelp in response to the sudden exposure to the cold, he grabbed her face between his trembling hands and frantically looked her up and down, hazel eyes blown wider than she had ever seen before.

“What happened?!” he demanded in a horrified whisper. “Were you attacked? Where else are you hurt?” He didn’t give her a chance to answer before turning his attention to Archie, who was emerging from underneath the bed where he had taken shelter. “Archie, are you alright? Was it the Order?”

“For goodness’ sake, Douxie, calm down!” Archie ordered a tad irately, readjusting his skewed glasses. “What has you all upset?”

“What has me...?” Douxie stared at his Familiar incredulously. “There is a piece of Nari’s head on the sofa!” He thrust his hand out and pointed at the piece of furniture in question--Nari’s left antler was laying innocently right where she had left it earlier.

“...Oh,” Nari squeaked, both relieved and embarrassed. Douxie returned his attention to her, now clutching her tightly by the shoulders. “No, we were not attacked. It just fell off earlier today.” She had been hoping he would find this information reassuring, but if anything, he looked even more aghast.

“It just....fell off?!” he echoed hysterically. “What do we...D-do we call a doctor? Or a vet? Who are you supposed to call for this kind of thing?!”

“Nobody! I am perfectly fine, Douxie!” She grabbed one of his hands in both of hers and squeezed, trying to send a wave of calm into his frantically churning aura. “This happens every year.” Douxie’s eyes moved from her face, up to her one remaining antler, and then over to Archie, as though looking for a second opinion.

“Most antlered creatures have what’s called a shed around this time of the year,” Archie said in a calming, matter-of-fact voice. “It’s perfectly natural, and it doesn’t harm them. It’s really no surprise that Nari experiences the same thing.”

“And it will grow back!” Nari added hopefully, squeezing his hand again. “So please do not worry.” There was a somewhat uncomfortable pause, during which the only sound was Douxie’s labored breathing, which gradually became slower and softer. Finally, he seemed to deflate, the tension in his aura dispersing as he heaved an enormous sigh. A moment later, he gave a mirthless chuckle and gently pulled Nari into an embrace.

“...Fuzzbuckets,” he muttered. “I think I just aged three centuries.”

“I’m sorry,” Nari whispered into his shoulder. “I should have warned you. I just forgot all about it.”

“Does it hurt?” he asked, easing her back enough to see the top of her head.

“...A little,” she admitted, hating the way Douxie’s aura paled as she said it. “But it will be fine in just a day or two.” He gave her a sympathetic look and gently ran his hand over the top of her head, fingers ghosting delicately across the small bump where her antler once grew.

“It will grow back?” he questioned anxiously. “For sure?”

“Yes,” Nari assured him. “Sometime in the spring.” Douxie’s aura settled a little more at the reassurance, but he continued to look despondent as he stared at her. “...What’s wrong?” she asked nervously.

“...It’s just...You’re....lopsided,” he stammered, looking embarrassed.

“Oh.” She reached up and felt her one remaining antler, wiggling it experimentally. “Wait, perhaps I can...” She tugged on it gently and felt it begin to break away from her skull. Douxie gaped at her in abject horror as she pried the limb off of her head with a sound like that of wood peeling. With a final crack, the antler was in her hands, and a bare-headed Nari smiled up at him hopefully. “Is this better?”

It took the shocked wizard a long time to find his words, as his eyes flicked between the top of her head and the dead limb she cradled in her hands.

“...I think I’m going to be sick,” he mumbled, one of his hands coming up to cover his mouth.

“Don’t be rude, Douxie,” Archie scolded as Nari visibly shrank with disappointment. “This is a perfectly ordinary process for her.”

“Sorry, I’m sorry,” Douxie muttered, hastily pulling the small demigoddess back into his arms. “S’just been a day. Someone was signing books at the store today, and the crowds were absolutely ludicrous, I haven’t been able to sit down since lunch this afternoon, and then I come home to find out Nari is losing bits of her head...” He trailed off with a heaving sigh and rest his cheek against her hair. “...I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”

Nari tossed the antler aside and folded her arms around him. “My poor Douxie,” she whispered, pressing him against her tightly. He sighed again--this time in relief--as her aura wrapped around his, sharing her warmth and energy, and easing some of the tiredness that was weighing down his limbs.

“...Thanks,” he breathed as she pulled back. She looked a bit drained, but pleased, as she gave him a nod and smile. He ruffled her hair gently, still mindful of the sore patches where her antlers had broken off. “...There isn’t....anything else like this that I should know about, is there?” he asked hesitantly.

Nari was about to tell him no, when she caught sight of Archie’s golden eyes staring up at her with a mischievous gleam. He gave her a conspiratorial grin and a slight nod. “Well,” she began slowly, looking back at Douxie. “...I do secrete a deadly toxin from beneath my fingernails if I am agitated.”

All of the blood immediately drained from Douxie’s face.

“...What?” The wood nymph burst into a fit of squeaky giggles, while next to her, Archie collapsed onto his stomach and howled with laughter. “...This is abuse,” Douxie groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Do you realize how many beats my heart just skipped? You’re bloody psychopaths, the both of you.”

“It’s your own fault for making it so easy,” Archie retorted, while next to him, Nari was trying to gasp out an apology between her giggles. Douxie huffed and gave his Familiar a playful shove.

“Would a cup of tea make up for it?” Nari asked, once she was able to regain control of herself.

“It would be a good start, at least,” Douxie replied with a fond grin.

Ten minutes later found the three of them on the sofa, mugs in hand, Nari wrapped up in her favorite blanket once more and curled against Douxie’s side, Archie sitting on the wizard’s lap and purring like a small engine.

“...I don’t suppose you have any idea what we should do with those?” Douxie asked, nodding towards the pair of antlers now resting neatly on the island countertop.

“I was hoping you would,” Nari confessed, taking a sip of her tea. “I have always just left them wherever they happened to drop. I liked to imagine they would bring good luck to whoever found them.” She smiled ruefully into her mug. “I suppose that is rather childish of me.”

“I like that idea,” Douxie said firmly. “Tell you what: I don’t have to go in to work until four tomorrow. We’ll eat out for lunch and then find a nice back alley to leave them in, where some poor sod can find them and pick up a bit of good fortune. Sound good?” He glanced at her sideways, his expression soft and his aura glowing with a gentle affection that, even after four months, Nari still sometimes struggled to process. She gave him a shy smile and nodded, pressing her face into the side of his shoulder as her fingers tightened around her tea mug. The wind howled outside, and Archie continued to purr.

Yes, winter here was downright pleasant, Nari decided, as long as you had a family to share it with.

#tales of arcadia #toa #wizards: tales of arcadia #wizards: toa #douxie #nari #toa archie #the magic siblings #and their therapy cat #found family #fanfiction

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pawnshopsouls · 4 years

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Amulet of Daylight: Your Muse is now the TrollHunter for [8] asks/threads!

Trollhunter 8 ask for Bonely

The wind blew through Stan’s hair as he rested his elbow on his open window, grinning as he drove down the scenic route over the canal in Arcadia Oaks. The morning had started out all kinds of funny. Spoons was over the moon to explore the town and Glass was more than capable of looking after his little brother while Stan got things settled. The pawnbroker had every confidence his boys would be alright and so decided to take the scenic route over the canal on the way home when he heard someone call him.

‘Stanley Bonachard.’

Car breaks squealed as Stan put both feet on the brake pedal. Quickly, he put his little car in park and climbed out, squinting at the area around the bridge. No one knew his name here and anyone who did was an out-worlder like him, which meant anything they had to say had to be important.

“Who’s there?” he called, closing the car door. “Show yerself!”

He rounded the car and looked around the bridge, pausing only when something blue glinted out of the corner of his eye. He looked over the edge of the bridge and squinted, gazing down at a pile of rocks just under the bridge.

There was a new smell here, but it was too faint to make it out. Pursing his lips, the pawnbroker made his way down into the canal and cautiously approached the pile of rubble. He sniffed and huffed. Yep, definitely not a normal smell - at least nothing like what he’d been getting in town. If anything, the area around the rocks smelled of Eilgarum with the strong, unmistakable tingle of magic.

“Oh, boy,” he murmured, pushing away some of the debris, “Don’t tell me this is some sort a’ magery gone wrong.”

It only took a handful or two to find it, but Stan found the source of the tingling smell. It was an amulet made of what looked like blue opal, rimmed and decorated with sterling silver clockwork. It felt magic, smelled magic, and if the eerie voice was anything to go by, it sounded magic. But the smell of it wasn’t like anything Stan had ever sniffed. It smelled like magic and rock, with the metallic tang that only came from battle wear.

“What are yeh?” he asked, walking up the canal as he held the amulet up to the sun. It glinted and glowed dimly, radiating magic with a dull hum. It didn’t smell like soul magic or elemental magic. But it didn’t feel like clerci runes, shaman bones, or demon sorcery either.

“Are yeh wizard’s magic?“ Stan wondered aloud and climbed back into his car. Giving his head a shake, the pawnbroker slipped the amulet into his pocket, put his car in drive, and headed back home heedless of the extra sets of eyes watching him from the drainage grate.

When he got home, Stan made it a point to examine every inch of the amulet. There was no doubt about it being magic, but the problem with mysterious magical items is that you never knew if they were safe. Normally, he could decipher the magic’s “intent”, whether it was protective, defensive, or otherwise benign, or if it was poisonous a tool of possession, or some other malignant kind of magical item. It smelled like something taken, which meant ‘curse’ or bad magic, but it also had the emotional saturation of good, honorable souls, which meant however this thing was made, it’s intent has been over-ruled by a good number of good people using it.

‘Huh! What an intriguing thing,’ he mused to himself, running a hand over his chin. ‘Things like this usually happens with good things bein’ used fer bad, but this smells like it’s been through the other way ‘round!’

After a thorough examination, Stan set the amulet on his coffee table just in time for the door to open and his two boys to stroll in, laughing. The raven haried fella grinned and turned, putting his elbow over the back of the couch. “Hey boys, welcome back!”

“Hey dad!” Reggie called, skipping over to the couch before jumping onto his adoptive dad like he were a bean bag chair. Stan grunted with an ‘oof!’ and wrapped his arms around his youngest in a big ol’ bearhug. Reggie’s older brother, Lenar grinned as he strolled over to the couch, pausing to rest his elbows on it’s cushioned back.

“Heya pops,” he greeted, his voice sporting his usual a lackadaziacle calm. Stan reached up and gave his eldest son an affectionate squeeze, gently bumping their foreheads together. However, the bump didn’t last, ending the moment Lenar’s hazel eyes. “Pops,” he said stiffly, eyes locked on “What’s that?”

Stan followed Lenar’s gaze and pursed his lips at the amulet. The kid had sharp eyes. Not surprisingly honestly, all things considered. From his manner and attitude, no one would know he was only 17. However, from his manner and expression, one would think he was older. He shouldn’t look that way but he did, and Stan knew it was from the life he and Reggie had before they came to him—a life he was so desperately trying to make up for.

“Um, I’m not sure yet,” he admitted with a shrug. “Found it on the way home. Thought it might be a nifty souvenir.”

“Oooooh! Find somethin’ neat?” Reggie asked, jumping off Stan’s belly as he sat up to grab the amulet.

“Hey now, don’t play with that, I ain’t figured out what it is!”

The brothers looked down at the amulet in the 10-year-old’s hands, Reggie with wide-eyed wonderment and Lenar with narrow-eyed suspicion.

“Lemme guess, magic?” Lenar asked, lifting his hazel eyes to give Stanley a piercing look.

“Yep, pretty sure,” Stan answered with a shrug.

“And you picked it up!?” the teen exclaimed, waving his hands. “Pops, this was supposed teh be a summer away from magic! If we wanted magic things, we would a’ stayed in Vansia!”

“Aw, c’mon Glass!” Reggie whined, climbing back onto his dad’s lap to look up at his brother. “Life without magic is boring! ‘Sides, it ain’t Pop’s fault this place has magic! It just happened!”

“He chose the place!“ Lenar countered, pointing at Stanley. “He can smell magic! He should a’ known if there was magic around here!”

“Hey!” Stan called, sitting up in his seat. “First off, don’t yell at yer little brother. Second off, I don’t smell magic, I smell souls! ‘N’ where does magic come from? Souls. None a’ the souls I met here had even a hint a’ magic. Not one!” He leaned forward and picked up the amulet.

“This doohickey right here is the very first sign or sample of any magic I’ve found in this place, ‘n’ there ain’t a hint a’ human smell on it ‘cept fer ours. So fer all we know, it could be just as foreign as we are.”

Lenar chewed his cheek and licked his lips. “So yer sayin’ this gizmo could a’ come through a rift?” he asked, folding his arms.

“That’s what I’m thinkin’,” Stan replied, leaning back against the couch. “The way I figure, a thing like this is safer with someone who knows how teh handle magic. If somethin’ does happen, we know what teh do ‘n’ it won’t hurt the folks around here.”

“Just like yer red tag boxes at the shop!” Reggie squeaked

Lenar pursed his lips for a moment and nodded reluctantly. “Makes sense,” he admitted and stopped when the amulet chimed.

“Whoa! Pops! Look at that!” Reggie squealed, holding it up for Stanley to see.

Stan furrowed his brow and reached for the amulet. “Here lemme see that,” he said and gently took the thing as the three of them watched symbols shift along its silvery rim. The amulet flashed through symbols, texts, possibly languages.

“The heck is goin’ on?” Stan wondered aloud as the symbols changed. First chicken scratch, then more symbols he didn’t recognize, before finally landing on Durnish or English as it was called in this world. Stan narrowed his eyes at it as Reggie bounced on his lap.

“What’s it say, Pops? What’s it say?”

In spite of his earlier apprehension, Lenar leaned in, his shrewd eyes now bright with interest. “Yeah, Pops, what does it say?” he asked, leaning over the back of the couch.

Stan grinned and, forgetting his first rule of magic words, held the amulet up to read aloud. “It says ‘Fer the glory of Merlin, Daylight is mine teh command.”

As the words left his tongue, the smell of magic whirled in the room, causing the lights to flicker and alerting the pawnbroker to his mistake. Stan furrowed his brow and looked around the room as the current of magic swept over the room, ruffling the curtains and his boys’ hair.

“Pops,” Lenar murmured, looking around at the rustling breeze as Stan stood up from the couch.

“Yeah, I see it,” Stan murmured back and jumped when a glowing light emerged from the amulet.

“It’s a spook!“ Reggie shouted and pointed to the little ball as it swooped around Stanley before zooming into his chest over his heart.

Stan put a hand to his heart when suddenly a dozen or so more little lights popped out of the amulet and zipped after their comrade. He gasped as a sudden swell of magic surged through his body, lifting him off the ground.

“Dad!” the boys exclaimed and jumped off the couch to either side of him, but all they could do was watch as a mystical sphere formed around him. From the dust of that sphere, pieces of enormous silver armor appeared and clamped together around him like a magnet. They yelped and dove out of the way as Stanley dropped back onto the couch with a startled shout, crushing his half of it.

Stan huffed and looked around, his eyes wide with alarm as the armor continued to glow, it’s steaming as it shrank down to a perfect fit. He sat there for a moment, bracing himself for anything else that might happen. After a moment’s silence, he chanced to look at himself while his boys peeked at him, Reggie from behind an armchair and Lenar from the back of the couch.

“Is it over?” Reggie asked and ducked back with a gasp when the lights emerged from the amulet, now on Stan’s chest, and zipped into his righthand wrist.

To Stanley’s alarm, a bright beam of light burst from his inner wrist before an enormous blade surged from the light.

“Whoa!” He shouted and did his best to catch the blade, but only managed to turn it flat-ways before it landed square in the middle of the coffee table. He let out a sound of distress before the sword followed the armor’s example and shrank down to a perfect, if not manageable size. He lifted it up and lowered it flatways again, his face a mask of dread. “Oh boy,” he breathed and jumped as his youngest burst from his hiding place.

“I KNOW WHAT THAT IS!” Spoons shouted with unbridled excitement, “THAT’S CLERCI SUMMON ARMOR! DAD’S GOT HIS CLERCI ARMOR! HE’S GONNA BE A HERO!!!!!”

Stan blinked and stared at the sword. “What,” he said dumbly. “What??”

Lenar, unable to contain himself, burst into a fit of laughter. “Serves yeh right fer pickin’ up strang objects!” he cackled and doubled over, bracing himself against the couch as he laughed.

Stan, meanwhile, was still in a state of disbelief and he punctuated it with a statement that epitomized his thoughts.

“WHAT!?”

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gwenore · 6 years

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Changeling Troubles. Chapter 3.

Chapter 8: Strickler comes up with a plan to use the information he has to his advantage.

Synopsis: Barbara knows her friend and crush from college Walter Strickler is a changeling, trouble comes when she figures out he is not the only changeling she has met in her life. Jim is trying to balance his teenage life and being the trollhunter when he experiences certain… changes, which makes his life a whole lot more troublesome.

Strickler sat in the hidden room of his office, sitting absolutely still, allowing his eyes to glow softly in the dark room. He felt relaxed in this place… it allowed him to hide. Not to be on guard as he ever had to be. Only by a changeling hand could this room be open and even then the key was needed. The key hidden in the pen he was twirling between his fingers right now.

It was the one place that he was allowed to sit and think.

And the changeling had a lot to think about.

He really did not know how to proceed with this. A human trollhunter… well… perhaps not fully human… but that was an entirely other matter.

Slowly he ran his fingers through his hair. He needed to plot his next course of action carefully. Bular did not know. The stone brained fool had not figured out that the trollhunter smelled like human flesh because he was indeed human.

He thought about killing the boy… to kill a trollhunter and deliver the amulet as a price would surely owe him some sort of reward. And to humiliate Bular in front of his father… that would be amusing.

But…

There was two blue eyes which haunted his mind each time he even considered that.

Barbara… she would never forgive him.

He thought to himself that shouldn’t matter… she was human, hell she hardly mattered in the long run. In fact it was not as if he had known her long… even with a human lifespan taken into account…

Still…

His stone heart seemed intent on shattering even thinking about that. Besides… Strickler had started to have… doubts.

Silent… unspoken doubts.

Would Gunmar truly allow changelings have a place in the new world? They were created by Gunmar… but..

Strickler had started to doubt those promises.

He started to believe… the moment the war would won, Gunmar would turn to acts of genocide. Strickler had seen it enough in humans. And if these week creatures of flesh would turn on themselves for imagined slight… would Gunmar allow changelings… beings that he himself referred to as impure… to live?

Strickler knew this was… foolish belief.

In fact it wasn’t even doubt anymore. It was… insane to think that changelings would get some sort of respect in Gunmar’s new world. He hardly believed that they were allowed to live. Not for long at least.

But… he was in too far. If he attempted to run now… or if it was even suspected that he held such doubts, Bular would gladly tear him apart.

Strickler paused the twirling of his pen.

But… with a human trollhunter. More importantly… a human he knew. A noble boy… a foolish one… but clearly noble…

Naïve.

Surely he had been taught about changelings… but it was not… impossible to turn this into his advantage.

Strickler did not believe the boy capable of murder… not unless it was the last resort. Backed up against the wall maybe, but… otherwise… no. At least not now.

Barbara…

Perhaps his mishap all those years ago was more fortuitous than he thought. She knew he was a changeling. Saw him as a good man… as strange as that was to believe.

She did not know Jim was the trollhunter. She couldn’t know.

That could be his greatest advantage.

He held all the cards. He had all the knowledge… and he knew he had to start to play his hand.

Picking up the phone he swallowed a couple of times, attempting to sound out of breath as he pressed her number and waited for her to pick up.

“Walt…?” he heard her rather nervous voice.

“Barbara!” he exclaimed, making sure his breathing was heard through the phone. “I am sorry to call you at work… but I… I need to tell you something… something…”

He stopped and he could hear her fret on the other side of the line.

“I had a warning today. From… my people. I need to talk to you. As soon as possible,” his voice was insistent.

Barbara felt her heart drop. She knew her friend would not call her for trivialities when she was at work and… with everything that was going on…

“The café by the hospital,” she said with a firm voice. “Can you get there now? I can take my break soon.”

She heard him let out a relieved sigh.

“Yes… I will be there as soon as I can,” he said sounding relieved even if he sounded still nervous over the phone.

“See you soon Walt,” she said, trying to keep her hands steady.

“See you soon Barbara,” he spoke softly as he dismissed the call as a smile came upon the changeling’s face. Oh yes… this could certainly be in his favor.

Barbara was sitting at the table, having already ordered the tea and was looking around nervously. Just then she saw the tall man came rushing over to her, sitting down, clutching something in his hand.

“Walt… what has happened?” she asked nervously. He swallowed nervously, having to catch his breath slightly as he glanced around himself before he leaned over the table.

“The trollhunter is in Arcadia…” he whispered. Barbara looked confused, but she did not like sound of that… nor the scared look in those green eyes.

“The… the trollhunter?” she said nervously.

“Just as it sounds. He is the champion of the trolls in control and he hunts and kills trolls that doesn’t serve their leader. They live close to something called the heartstone… it doesn’t matter really. Suffice to say that this killer slaughter changelings. If he finds them he kills them,” he whispered to her, Barbara’s eyes widened.

“Walt…” she whispered.

“I am sorry… but I learned this evening that one of the other changelings living here… her name was Gladys Groe… she worked at the dentist office. I cannot say I knew her… not well… I mean I knew off her,” he fell silent as he clutched the thing in his hand, looking down at the table. “He… he killed her.”

Barbara gasped slightly. She had seen the dentist assistant around town. Knew about her… not her name, and certainly not that she was a changeling, but… she did not seem like a threat.

“Is he… coming for you?” she asked with a trembling voice.

“I don’t know… if he finds me most certainly he will… but I don’t think he is searching for me. I know how to hide my tracks… but… with Jim… and you… I worry,” he murmured again clutching what he held in his hand.

“Jim… do you think Jim is in danger?” Barbara asked her voice now trembling. Strickler shrugged.

“I do not know, he is a half-changeling. It is harder to expose him… but if he is careless… The book… he is in contact with someone. If they know… he may not be safe…” he told her, looking into his hand slightly, making Barbara furrow her brows.

“Is there… is there something that you are telling me?” Barbara said. Strickler swallowed before he opened his hand showing two shimmering stones laying there.

“Rocks…” Barbara pondered.

“Well… a bit more than the ones you find in your driveway. Let us just say… I am older than I look and have travelled a bit… doing that have you pick up certain things. These are among them. Look Barbara… I would never ask you this, but with everything that is going on…” his voice stop, this time a genuine worry fluttering over those green eyes.

Was he really doing this? Would she ever forgive him?

“Walt… what are they?” she wondered as she looked at them in his hand.

“It is a sort of… binding… spell…” he then admitted.

“Biding spell?” Barbara questioned. “Like magic…?”

“In a sense yes. It creates a bond… a strong bond between two people. I… I want to make certain that you are protected…” he then sighed. “Just… I really do not want to loose you.”

His green eyes were cast down, Barbara biting her lips as she looked at them.

“You… you want to do that for me?” she then asked, him casting a glance up at her.

“If you are in danger… if you are in need of help… I am not sure if I can forgive myself if something happened to you or Jim because of this…” he was only barely able to look directly into those blue eyes.

Barbara swallowed and reached out her hand picking up one of the rock, causing Strickler to look at her with a surprised look. He thought about stopping it… but he felt that he could not. If this plan was to go ahead… he could not have the trollhunter turn his sword on him. It was possible after all.

“So… um… do I just hold onto it?” Barbara felt a strange humming sensation coming from it.

“No… uh… we have to drink it,” he explained.

“Drink it?” Barbara questioned, staring at the rock she held between her fingers.

“Yes, just… put it in your tea,” he told her, doing the same with his own. Barbara was still rather surprised, but followed the lead, putting the small rock into the tea where it dissolved at once.

“How is it… how is it going to taste?” she looked into the tea, moving the liquid around slowly, but there was no trace of the rock she had put in there.

“I am not sure… I have never done this before…” Strickler chuckled softly as he picked up the tea. Barbara did the same, looking into the liquid. The two shared another glance before they sipped the tea, before both of them swallowed down the liquid.

Barbara sat there for some time, looking into the cup, her eyes furrowed.

“Barbara… are you alright?” the changeling leaned a bit over the table towards her.

“Yes… just… am I supposed to feel something? Like… is something about to happen?” Barbara questioned, Strickler having to chuckle slightly.

“No… sorry to disappoint you,” Strickler shrugged. Barbara looked a bit surprised, but then chuckled softly.

“Don’t look at me like that! This is all still rather new to me!” Barbara insisted. Strickler smiled towards her.

“You are doing wonderful, Barbara. I assure you, you are doing far better than anyone could expect,” he assured her softly, putting his large hand on hers. Barbara blinked surprised as she lifted her eyes and looking into those kind green eyes.

She then smiled softly to him, moving her hand so that she was holding his. Strickler had to admit it felt… strange. Her hands were so warm compared to his. A feeling was such that he never wanted to let her go. To feel her warmth was something that filled him with desire.

“Are you certain that you are going to be alright Walt? This… this trollhunter, he is not… coming for you is he?” Barbara’s voice was filled with worry, but Strickler could not keep a smile from his lips.

“Oh… I don’t think he will come for me,” he assured her. Barbara smiled, still holding his hand in her own.

“That is good… because… I really do not want you to… you know have to leave again…. I… I really like spending time with you…” she then admitted towards him.

Strickler felt his heart make a slight leap as he felt her fingers gently run across the back of his hand making him smile softly.

“I really like spending time with you too…” he murmured softly back to her.

#changeling troubles #stricklake fic #walter strickler #barbara lake #trollhunters au

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CHAPTER 1

How old is something before it’s considered history? How long must it sit, buried far from the eyes of time? And why must we dig it up?

“Huh,” I huffed as I read the sort inquiry on the brochure. On the front was a photo of the museum that I stood in. So far I found nothing, but a few pieces on the history of my small town. I lived in a relatively city, known to most as Arcadia Oaks. Mostly simple businesses, a hospital, high school, and a wonderful little café not far from where I lived.

But to most of us who live here, we know it as home.

“Alright class, let’s keep moving. We have lots to see and not enough time.” Our teacher, Mr. Stricklander yelled out over the mingling voices of teens. Mr. Stricklander was an odd fellow, or at least that’s how my mother puts it. Though I conquer with her, that’s not how I would put it. More so, he's… weird.

Really I don’t know how to put it. The man seems like a gentlemen, talks like a gentlemen, even breathes like a gentlemen. But there something different about the man. I just feel it. Maybe it’s the fact that he stands 6’, looks like s textbook college professor. From the turtleneck sweater to the men’s shoes, I’m tellin’ you, something about this man screams weirdness.

Stricklander clears his throat rather loudly in attempt to gain the attention of the class. Doesn’t work. So he put two fingers to his mouth and gives off a shrill whistle. Ow… that hurt. Yet, it works. Fifteen sets of eyes meet his.

“Thank you. Shall we?” He said tersely. The large group of students followed on his heels. I stayed to the back so that I wouldn’t be trampled. Since I could remember, I’ve had this frustrating ability to not be seen. I don’t know if people just don’t like seeing me or they simply can’t. And I absolutely hate it. Though sometimes it does have its pros, such as when fleeing from unneeded confrontations.

“Don’t fall behind Ms. Judges, don’t want you to get lost.” Of course my teacher would be the one to see me. I puffed out my cheeks and turned scarlet from embarrassment. “Yes sir.” I nodded.

A couple of my peers whispered and laughed at me, pointing their fingers in my direction. No discretion in their part. I pulled into myself, but followed. I’ve gotten used to it, but still it hurts.

Stricklander led us to different exhibits. Some interesting, some not so much. I was losing interest very quickly, yawning with boredom. But then we came to one of the last exhibits. Suddenly, all tiredness was gone. I piqued.

It was a glass container, in the middle was a teal blue pillow, and on the pillow was a stone. Really, it looked like a cross between a gem and a stone. It was a small tanzanite, barely the size of my pinky nail. Yet, in terms of this gem, that is quite large.

It would seem that I wasn’t the only one who paid more attention here, a pair of boys were spying the gem with a gleeful look. It was Jason and Erik, two of the world’s dickiest people. Numerous times I’ve come home with bruises to both my skin and pride because of them. It always feel like I’m their favorite target.

I pushed my way through the gaggle of students to the front. Coming face to face with the gem, a shiver ran up my spine. I stared at the purplish-blue stone, the longer I stared the more I saw of the gem. I almost missed how the tanzanite seemed to hold a flame in the center of it. Just the way it glistened and shone.

Stricklander grinned at the enthusiasm the class showed at this certain exhibit. “Can anyone tell me what kind of stone this is without reading the sign?” A hand in the middle went up. Stricklander pointed to it, “Yes, Mr. Palchuk?”

Steve smiled arrogantly, “It’s a shiny stone.” And there went all my faith in humans. I rolled my eyes at his stupidity. A student to my left stifled a laugh by covering their mouth. Steve wasn’t the smartest cookie in the tin. In all honest reality, the dude was an idiot. He was your everyday jock. Wearing a blue polo shirt everyday and parting his hay blond hair.

Stricklander’s right eye twitched comically, “Close but not close enough Mr. Palchuk. Anyone else care to try?” A pregnant pause befell the group of teens. No one was going to answer, so raised my hand.

“Go ahead Ms. Judges.”

“It’s a tanzanite. One of the world’s rarest gem due to how sparsely located they are geographically.” I said timidly, but clearly. Oh now you people see me? Stricklander’s eyebrows rose in surprise. I guess he didn’t think I would know that.

Ha! Take that.

My teacher folded his arms, “Care to elaborate in further detail?” Fourteen pairs of eyes snapped to mine. See me now do we?

“Sure. Like I said before, they are extremely rare because they are only found in small part of Tanzania. Before they are cut the stone look mostly like the one you see here, but when cut, they become more of a blue color,” I motion to the glistening gem. “Though it is said that their prices now will go up even more when the mines are stripped.” A couple jaws dropped. What? So I like shiny things, as Steve puts it.

Stricklander chuckled and thanked me. He told us about this particular gem and why it was here at the museum. Apparently, it was found by the founders of the town back why then, but they didn’t know at the time what gem it was so they thought it held magical properties. For a long time it was lost to the eye of the public for fear of it being stolen, only recently it was reopened for the public.

Glancing to the two boys staring at the gem I could wonder why.

Finally, Stricklander informed us that that was the end of our field trip. Some of us were in walking distance of home while the rest were taking the bus back to school. However, I wanted to stay a little longer.

Waiting for the rest of the class to disperse and then walking up to Stricklander. “Mr. Stricklander, is okay if I call my mom and ask if I may stay a little longer? There are some exhibits that I saw but we didn’t have time for them.”

“Do you have a way to get home?” He asked.

“It’s not a far walk from here to my house. Besides it would be for me to get some exercise. Please?”

Stricklander looked at me from the corner of his eye, contemplated it, “Very well, but call you mother first. I don’t want you to be left here with out her knowing.” I grinned and nodded enthusiastically. Stepping away, I pulled out my phone. I entered my password and pulled up the dial. Mom was on speed dial so I was soon listening to a ring speaker.

:‘Hello?’: Mom’s voice crackled.

I smiled, “Hey Mom, is okay if I stay behind at the museum? There’s some more I wanted to see.”

I heard her setting something down, more than likely a cup.

:'Sure. Just be home before they lock you in.’: She joked. I smiled and we said our goodbyes and our I-love-yous. I informed Stricklander of Mom’s decision and he bid me farewell, telling me he’d see me on Monday. Thank god today was Friday!

I watched with glee as the rest of my class went their separate ways, leaving me alone here. “Finally, peace and quiet.” I sighed with relief. A quick once over of the museum, I was surprised to find it empty apart from me. I suppose there were some workers here.

“Now what to do,” I tapped my chin. I settled on wondering around the large building. My shoes made a tapping sound that echoed through the hollow hallways. Just to counteract the silence, I started humming a song. And I let my feet take me.

………….

“Okay now I’m lost.” I admitted. Doing a 360’, I didn’t recognize a damn thing. White walls rose up all around me, columns and arches created shadows signaling that it was late. Probably time to get my behind home. If only I can… Ah ha! With glee I rushed to a door that had an 'Employees Only’ sign on it. Maybe I can ask for some directions.

Just as I gripped the cool metal handle a crash came from down the hall. Down the dark hall. I slowly let go of the handle and silently made my way to the location of the crash. Being cautious with my steps, until they were nothing.

When another crash sounded, I pressed myself against the wall. A column was shielding from view. Someone was yelling. Boy did they sound mad! I held my breath at the sound of footsteps. They were a haunting sound.

“I swear those things are the most idiotic beings ever!” Wait, I recognize that voice! Air got stuck in my throat as Mr. Stricklander walked out from the room directly in front of me. The one that was only separated from me by the thick column.

If I was a animal, I’d be pinning my ears to my head in an attempt to hide better. But I was up against a wall.

Stricklander was acting odd, odder than normal. He was pacing and ranting on about some bridge. Was he thinking of becoming an architect? Could be doing some landscaping. Then something freaky happened. He turned to face me, but not see me, and his eyes were freakin’ glowing!

Straight up night lights! Unlike their normal green eyes with the whites they were now yellow, like headlights on a car. There went the neighborhood.

A chill went up my spine. What. The. Hell? What was he?

He grumbled something under his breath before stomping back into the unknown room. I scrunched up my face, did my teacher just throw a fit?

Wait. He’s my teacher. Monday’s gonna be weird…

Mom used to tell me that I got into the most trouble when I was little, said it was because I was so curious. I wanted to know everything and why. Still do get into trouble, but not as much due to the angel on my shoulder.

But I guess my angel wanted to know what was in that room just as much as I did.

Drawing up as much as my fleeting courage, I peeked my head around the column wearily. At first I didn’t see anything other than more walls and columns, but then a light came from the room Stricklander walked into.

I had to see what was in there.

So far I hadn’t been seen, so I peeked out a little further. I saw a little bit of the room, mostly just coverings on the walls. Taking a step out from the behind the column, I saw more. Just I don’t think I was supposed to. Because the moment I saw what looked to be a pile of stone, I noticed Stricklander exchanging a conversation with something that looked like a lovechild between a mountain and a bigfoot.

And that lovechild saw me.

He said something to my teacher who snapped his head to me. I will never forget Stricklander’s expression. A mix between shock and… fear? He yelled something out, but it was too late. I turned foot and ran.

“Shitshitshitshitshit…” I cussed and I ran. The word almost serving as a chant, telling to get my shit together and ran like hell!

I slid around a corner, almost falling, would have if not for stabilizing with my hand. I could hear the lovechild on my heels. Dude sounded heavy.

Dear god, is this how I’m gonna die? Death by evil villain who was corroborating with my weird teachers? Could be worse.

Damn asthma… my chest was already burning. Breathing was getting harder and harder to do. But I pushed past it, my will to stay alive was stronger.

I didn’t know where I was going. I was taking random corners hoping to throw the creature off. But it still kept on my ass. At this point I was tempted to stop and quit. Never was a big runner.

However, I saw an exhibit that I recognized. It was the tanzanite! Which meant the entrance wasn’t far, maybe once I was outside I could loose this lug! With renewed hope and determination I hauled ass to the door.

So close! So close to freedom and life!

I was about two feet from the door handles when the lovechild dropped down from the skies, blocking me. I yelped as I collided with its stone hard body. Ow… that’s going to leave a mark. If I live…

Everything was fuzzy. I must have hit my head.

Laughter.

It was laughing at me. Laughing at me! I gazed up with a dazed look at the creature. Even with the daze, I could see some key features. Such as the yellow and red eyes, dude, those are brighter than Stricklander’s! The creature’s main color variation was black and grey. It hand small tusks that jutted out from its bottom jaw, making me assume it had an underbite. Two horns curved down and in from its head. One looked like it had been broken off, the tip was gone.

Two straps made of something I didn’t recognize crossed over its chest, they met at a kilt like cover. It had its cover decorated with skulls of unknown creatures. On its right forearm is had a band. And two… swords?

It was also buff. Like… REALLY… buff. If I wasn’t so dazed, I’d say it wasn’t bad lookin’. Better than some humans I’ve seen.

I met its glowing orbs and wasn’t scared. Woah. I must have it my head pretty hard. I blinked and tried to push myself away from the creature. But then it spoke.

“Keep running. I like a good chase.” Oh. My. God.

With a voice like that, I’m good right here. Dear lord I sound like a hormonal teenage girl, oh wait, I am one. I giggle drunkenly at my joke. The creature furrowed its brows in confusion.

“Help me up and I’ll get back to running.” I huffed.

“Why would I help you when I’m just gonna kill you?” It asked snarkly.

I stuck my tongue out at it. Fine be that way, then I wont be going anywhere with you. I shakily got to my, thinking I was doing it gracefully like a deer, in reality, I looked like a newborn giraffe. When I started to tremble, I boldly put a hand on tall dark and stone.

Now stabled, I took some steps. Only to fall back on the ground.

“You know this ground is actually comfier than it looks. I think I’ll go to sleep right here.” I yawned and curled into a ball.

A pair of footsteps came running in mine and the creature’s direction. I was too tired to see who it was. All I wanted was sleep. And damn it, I was gonna get some.

“What happened?!” Oh it was Stricklander. He sounded exasperated, maybe from running? The creature leaned over my curled up form. I hummed and rolled over to look back at it.

“This fleshbag’s still alive… I’ll grab her.”

“Don’t eat her, Bular.” Stricklander’s voice was commanding. Even more than he is in school. He’d been holding out no me, I feel so offended.

Wait. He said the creature’s name. Bular… actually that’s a cool name. Cool name to go with a cool creature.

“I won’t.” Bular stated as he leaned closer to my face. His features were shimmering away in black particles, along with everything else. Slowly, my sight turned dark.

#bular #trollhunters #stricklander #walter strickler

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