#toa angor rot x reader

[yuki2sksksk]

Angor Rot x Reader, but you are an assigned Guardian/Protector for every chosen Trollhunters so it's lovers to enemies

[an-autistic-dweeb]

Angor Rot Headcanon. (#2)

WARNING⚠️: Mild angst and the feelies.

If you are Angor’s lover, he’s very distant. Whether it’s before or after his redemption, he’ll always have trouble with reciprocating affection, visiting you, and even saying basic things like “I love you.”

In terms of before his redemption, he just wants to do everything it takes to get his soul back. Whether it’s a simple task or a full blown conspiracy-type assassination. The way he sees it, he can love you to the full extent when he’s whole. (Not to mention, it’s hard to love someone when you don’t have a soul.)

In the scenario where he’s on his path to redemption(soul included)… He doesn’t think he’s deserving of it. At that point, he believes he’s done too much wrong to be deserving of care and affection. He doesn’t understand why you would care for him, after everything he’s done. He’s hurt far too many to even be worth a second of your time.

Despite these cases, he won’t simply desert you. Yes, you two would likely argue about his absence, but he’d never dream of leaving you. He doesn’t know how he ended up loving you. Let alone how you ended up reciprocating his feelings. But Morgana be damned, he’ll try his best if it hurts you that much.

[ksiondzkanexkiii]

I'll never leave you again | Angor Rot

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CHAPTER ONE

- Angor - The trolless called out as she entered the cave she and her husband inhabited. Their previous cave had been raided by Gunmar's evil forces and the whole village had to flee and wander to find a new place to live. Away from the wars so that the children could grow up in peace, so that the parents did not have to worry about whether their children would return home, or whether the older trolls would be thrown out of the house and beaten to death by Gummies who were looking for a moment's fun.

The woman's voice was strained and the slight breaking of her voice was audible to her husband. Nothing could be hidden from him he knew her too well however he did not avert his golden eyes from the preparations for the expedition - This is a bad idea - She interjected again the blue troll looked worriedly at her beloved sensing that his plan would not work out. She had always believed in her husband but now she doubted his idea undermining his authority as leader of the fallen village of Rot, some of the village managed to escape but some were not so lucky

Those who managed to escape followed the marriage worried, the little trolls cried and the mothers tried to soothe them the men tried to soothe the stressed women. However, the way towards the safe haven was long and hard and for this reason some trolls died on the way from exhaustion their loved ones were also tired, but they stubbornly went on - This is a very bad idea Angora - The woman pleaded the further her husband did not pay attention to her

Finally long light blue claws touched her husband's stony grey skin wrapping her hands around his biceps - Please listen to me - The woman almost begged him to listen to him walker for a moment, she did not trust the sorceress she wants to go to Rot.

- I cannot defend the village of Anoana - He finally spoke up seeing her beautiful green eyes in full view, she was not now wearing her familiar headband which has a tassel on the front covering her eyes and the back of her nose however the distinctive two black claws painted from the eye to the corner of her mouth were on her cheeks - This will help me gain more strength - He confessed facing his wife

Her eyes expressed great worry and concern at the same time exhaustion caused by the trek that had stopped two days ago. They were three days ahead of Gunmar's army, but nobody knew when they would find them again and kill everyone Angor did not want to let this happen again, he had to protect the people at all costs.

He could even give up his birthstone, his soul to protect his village, his people. He could give his life for the Anoana he loved in all worlds.

The light blue troll's lips parted slightly as she raised her hand to touch her husband's cheek, who almost immediately snuggled into her palm squinting and a quiet cat-like murmur issued from his throat - How am I supposed to defend my village when I can't even protect you? - He whispered opening his eyes to encounter cuts and bruises on her body most of the wounds were on her hands and arms, when those in need were helped to get up and walk on. She had a cut on her cheek from Gumm Gumm who attacked her when she tried to help a small troll escape from the village.

He let her out of his sight for a moment and when he heard her shrill scream he froze almost immediately, when he saw Gunmar's servant standing over her and aiming his sword at her wanting to kill her in one blow or inflict as much pain as he could before she would die, he raised his stone hand and ran his finger under the cut being careful not to inflict pain on her. He was worried too, but he did what he thought was right

- The expedition won't take more than two days, we'll still have a day's head start on Gunmar before he finds us - He whispered and his eyes jumped from the cuts on her body to her green eyes

She clenched her jaw tighter looking at him almost appraisingly - Why don't you let me swim with you? - She whispered, coming closer to him - Let me help you - she whispered even more quietly than before raising her other hand to take both stone hands on his cheeks she had to stand on tiptoe to reach, Anoana and Angor were similar in stature they were almost humanoid, their bodies were similar to human bodies more than other trolls they were tall and slim but Rot was taller than his wife.

She barely reached his shoulder however this did not stop them from indulging in affection every day, Anoana gently tilted her head to get a better look at him from a different angle, she wanted to know the answer to her question. She could see Angor's thoughts churning as he thought of an answer that would satisfy her, he sighed heavily through his nose - It's dangerous you know that - He whispered, the woman's hands clasped tighter on his cheeks, he knew she did not accept his words at that moment - Someone must take care of the serfs while I am away - he added after a while hoping that his wife would loosen the grip on his cheeks

- In that case, don't go," she persisted, not wanting to let him go, sensing that something bad would happen. She would be angry with herself if something happened to him she could even say that she would never forgive herself for not being beside him when he gets hurt and vice versa - Stay. Angora please - Anoana still begged him hoping that he would change her husband's mind but she knew him too well and for too long she knew that he was stubborn and wanted to do well, but the black nightmare was standing over her trying to warn her of the danger that was just waiting for her attention Angora

- It will be alright, love - he whispered lifting her chin gently to press his nose to her forehead - Before you know it I will be back with magic and we can live without fear of Gunmar finding us and killing us - he whispered into her forehead, she closed her eyes feeling his nose pressed against her forehead before she had time to respond or enjoy the touch that was meant to reassure her he moved away tucking the last things into the pouch in his belt.

- If I do not return in two days, find a market and stay there with our people - whispered Angor standing at the exit, he was worried about his wife, he could not imagine how she was worried about him but he would not like his nightmare to come true, if Gunmar attacked again he would not have enough strength to fight back. He would not want his wife to die in agony as well as his subjects, he was worried about everyone - It is safe in the market place, please go there with our subjects - he added after a while

- As soon as you are in the market place I will be waiting for us there - He confessed without giving her room for argument or any other words she looked at the ground when he said this without being brave enough to look at her worried green eyes. When he finally got the courage to look at her one last time she said nothing just watched him walk away.

As he looked ahead, as he walked through the middle of the temporary encampment his people had set up he could feel their gaze on him as they looked at him in awe of his courage and sacrifice, no one else would ever dare to look for Morgana. No one would ever dare to ask Morgane for the power she possessed.

As Angor passed through the camp every Troll when they saw the leader bowed gently but this time everyone knelt on one knee lowering their heads low in homage to him and silently conveying their gratitude that he was trying to help them even at the risk of his own life. Even if his wife does not like it and is forced to watch the stature of her beloved disappear somewhere over the horizon.

- I didn't believe you would let him go - A voice beside Anoana spoke up and footsteps approaching her made her realise that her best friend stood beside her as she stared dully at the horizon behind which Angor had disappeared, she didn't even know when the sun was slowly setting - How are you feeling? - Asked quietly Idun gently stroking her friend's shoulder looking with worried eyes as Anoana started to look around realising that she had been standing in one position for hours and was still looking at the path that Angor had followed

- Hopeless - Anoana wheezed, turning her head towards Idun she was young she had dark purple skin and her long black hair was tied in a high step that filled the space between her horns which curled at the ends in spirals. Idun stood out from the other girls, she wore dresses that had cuts on her thighs and on her shoulders she constantly wore a belt in which she had various vials of healing potions and poisons pinned. The time of war has caused the young troll to carry vials with her every time she will be able to defend herself however they are usually hidden in a pouch clipped to her belt. On her back was often a bow, which now lay safely in her temporary shelter but still close enough to the weapon to reach for it as quickly as possible during an attack.

Indun had violet eyes of exceptional beauty, however, she was personally ashamed of them, as it was rare for a troll to be born with violet eyes - I don't know how to feel - Mumbled the older woman after a while, Anoana was older than Indun by at least a hundred years but the two women were friends and were inseparable sometimes Angor claimed that Anoana adopted Indun, as the younger troll was more willing to be in the company of his wife than his own parents.

This made Angor feel jealous at times, however, he would not admit to wanting his wife's attention so much and not wanting to share it. It's not that he didn't like Indun hell he liked this kid he taught her how to hunt and cook good food optionally weaving in teachings on how to be a good leader and how to be a good troll. Anoana and Angor acted as parents in Indun's life without even knowing it the young troll suffered when they weren't there, the purple troll's parents weren't the best or the worst she herself didn't know at what level to define them as they didn't give her the attention the young troll needed

They were not interested in what she was doing all day long

They were not interested in what new things she learned from the village chief

Her parents lived their own lives and all she could do was feel like a fifth wheel but Angor and Anoana effectively made her find the light in her life again and every day she stood with new hope that Angor taught her something new and maybe Anoana would take her with her to look for ingredients for potions or they would learn new spells together.

- Do you think she will get what she wants? - asked Indun quietly, worrying about the older troll as much as Anoana who looked again at the horizon of trees behind which Angor had disappeared. The trolls had a problem with sunlight because as soon as the sun's rays fell on their stony skin it painfully burned their skin turning them into real stone taking away the colour of life that had previously shone in their eyes, which would later turn into grey and emotionless stone - Is Morgana even alive? Does she exist? - asked the younger troll, stopping from foot to foot

- They say that Morgana fell into the ocean because of King Arthur, there is no chance that she will survive - muttered Indun, looking at the trees, in whose shade they would hide to protect themselves from the world and the sunlight. Anoana shook her head - Don't believe these rumours sun - confessed quietly Anoana turning her body towards the younger troll putting her hand on her shoulder for Indun to turn towards her - You see, before Gunmar attacked our village we fished a man out of the sea - recalled the older woman correcting the belt that was wrapped around the younger troll's shoulder - We said a prayer for the man to survive and the goddesses of this world would make her still alive –

- Did they succeed? Did they bring her back to life? - Indun interjected by tilting her head tightly clenching her jaw. Anoana merely smiled and shook her head

- 'It was the decision of the goddesses we have not been able to see if they restored the soul of the woman from the sea,' Anoana confessed quietly, she lifted her hand from the younger troll's shoulder and embraced her cheek stroking the stony skin beneath her eye - 'But we believe that the woman found renewed peace in the world of the living or perhaps she only now knew peace in the world of the dead,' whispered the older troll, she leaned over to press her forehead against the younger troll's forehead - 'And you believe it,' she whispered closing her eyes

Indun looked for a moment at Anoana who presses her blue forehead against hers, the younger troll followed Anoana's lead and also closed her eyes - Of course - whispered the younger troll, after a few seconds they moved away from each other - So now you are in a leadership role? - asked the teenage troll curiously - You mean I can be your right hand? - Indun raised an eyebrow and Anoana dryly giggled while shaking her head

- 'You're too young to be my right hand,' the older trolless giggled as she headed towards the other subordinates Indun took one last look towards the forest sighing heavily at Angor's departure from the village, the young troll hoped that Rot would find what he needed and that the legend of Morgana would not be a mere fairy tale to keep the spirit of the children to believe that there was still magic. The young troll turned on its heel and with long and quick steps tried to catch up with Anoane without having to run up but failed.

- So what is the plan? - asked Indun as she followed the older woman, looking under her feet to avoid falling over tree roots

Anoana only sighed heavily - He instructed us to go to the market place - she confessed quietly - That is reasonable. He said that by the time we get there, he will be waiting for us there - with that the time leader muttered - It makes sense, it will take us two days to get to the market and he will have time to get the magic from Morgana and come back - Anoana shrugged her shoulders wanting to believe what he was saying but stress and uncertainty coursed through her veins as she thought about it more intensely

Indun followed Anoana seeing her shoulders tense and her back as she artificially straightened up pretending to be calm and everything was going according to plan however Indun knew that Angor's wife was worried about him and the expedition he had not taken her on with him. The younger troll watched as the blue trolless moved by the villagers ordering them to get ready to go to the market again, Indun only watched as Anoana began to rule this temporarily over the people of the fallen village of Rot.

The younger troll swallowed hard and went off on her own to pack up her belongings left over from Gunmar's raid on the village of Rot, it is not that Indun did not want to comfort Anoana or see that the older troll needed it, but she began to think that her words would be unnecessary and Anoana would not accept help anyway to calm her thoughts and satisfy the storm that was coursing through her veins.

[troublesometrollhunters]

At a negotiation with Angor Rot

(Y/N): Do you want anything to drink?

Angor Rot: The tears of my enemies, wrenched from their bodies as their bones are crushed-

(Y/N): I have jasmine tea.

Angor Rot: Ooh, jasmine!

[uniquely-mystical03]

Could your witre about Angor rot and the reader knowing each other before Angor got his soul taken then in the modern present Angor meet the reader again

(Name = Y/N,  Last Name = L/N,  Your Pronouns = y/p, Eye Color = e/c)

Gunmar’s declaration of war against the humans had come down hard on everyone, humans and trolls alike. The humans had protection under King Arthur, and his knights and wizards. The trolls, however, had to fend for themselves. Angor Rot was one of the few trolls in existence who possessed the magical abilities of a mage. Magical abilities that allowed him the opportunity to protect his kind from the Gumm-Gumms. He couldn’t directly fight the brutes, but at least he could keep others safe from this war.

​“Angor!” Angor looked up at the call of his name, catching sight of Eros, one of the healers among his tribe.

​“What is it, Eros?”

​“There’s a group of trolls approaching the border, and they’re being led here by… a human.” Angor’s eyes widened.

​“Show me.” Eros led him through the small troll settlement, many trolls turning away from their current activities to watch the healer and their protector make their way to the border just outside the village. Upon arrival, Angor took notice of the small collection of trolls of varying ages gathered outside the border. Among the gathering of trolls stood a small cloaked figure, a goblin of goblins surrounding them as they went from troll to troll. “Stay here, Eros. I will check on this.” Angor ordered before making his way past the border and towards the trolls. A few members of the group took notice of Angor’s approach, including one of the goblins.

​“Chaka cha!” The figure looked up from checking with one of the younglings, finally taking notice of Angor.

​“Greetings, Angor Rot. It’s been a while.” The figure greeted, lowering their hood. Angor grinned, recognizing the human before him.

​“Y/N L/N. Good to see you’re still alive.”

​“King Arthur is too focused on the war to come to notice one of the castle healers escaping the kingdom with a collection of trolls.” Y/N claimed, crossing y/p arms over y/p chest. Angor nodded, turning back to the border to signal Eros forward.

​“Eros and the others will take over from here. You best return before the sun rises.”

​“Actually, I need to replenish my stock of herbs.” Y/N interjected, rifling through y/p satchel before glancing up at Angor, “Would you like to accompany me?”

​“I suppose I shouldn’t leave you to roam on your own.” Angor replied, “What are friends for after all.”

~~~

​Angor trudged through the sewers of Arcadia Oaks, his mind still reeling from the pixie messing with his head. Enlisting the help of a Trollhunter was not something Angor Rot would ever have seen himself doing, but he could not directly confront the Changeling himself. For now, this was the path Angor followed, and he hoped that the boy would come through.

​“You look like you’ve seen better days.” Angor whirled around at the sudden voice behind him, drawing his blade. There, leaning against the wall of the sewers was a very familiar figure. Angor faltered, the grip he had on his blade loosening slightly.

“Y/N?”

“Hello, old friend.” Y/N greeted, pushing off the wall, “It’s been a long time.” Angor stared at y/p in disbelief for a long while before shaking his head. He knocked his head, growling in irritation.

“You aren’t really here. This is a trick. The work of pixies.” Angor claimed, turning away from Y/N as he focused on trying to get the new pixie out of his head. A hand came up to touch Angor’s cheek, startling him to the point of dropping his blade. Angor stared down at Y/N as y/p held his face between y/p hands, forcing him to look at y/p.

“I’m here, Angor.” Y/N reassured, pulling his head down to touch their foreheads together, “I’m here and I’m not leaving. Not again.” Angor reached up, covering Y/N’s hands with his own, closing his eyes as he leaned into y/p touch. Pain and sorrow welled up inside of Angor’s living stone, forcing him to acknowledge the one thing he knew he couldn’t avoid.

“My soul was stolen from me, Y/N. I’m a husk of what I used to be.”

“Then, we’ll get it back.” Angor opened his eyes, gazing into Y/N’s e/c eyes.

“We?”

“We’re in this together, Angor. You and I.” Y/N claimed, smiling in a soft reassuring way, “What are friends for after all.”

[yuki2sksksk]

" They say that Merlin chose a witch of his level to be the Trollhunter's Guardian; aiding, protecting and guiding every Trollhunters in existence. The witch is bonded with the Trollhunter, or more specifically, the amulet. "

" And yet, no one actually knew if the witch was chosen or forced for the position. "

So reader insert in Trollhunters, where you guys are the Trollhunter's Witch Guardian. Simplifying your lore; in an attempt to help a village of trolls, you broke some taboo and rules, where the consequences had backfired some people and resulted in catastrophe. As a punishment, Merlin made you the guardian of every Trollhunters for eternity, and you accepted in hope to redeem yourself.

You are a dog and the amulet is your leash.

(this is Angor Rot x Reader, lovers to enemies because hrm angst yeah but dw, happy ending 😊)

[yuki2sksksk]

[ Trollhunters Guardian (Y/n) ]

Some designs of your clothing. Might change it or may not, depends.

You became a Guardian after about a year after Deya became a Trollhunter. Despite being a human, you have more experiences and skills, thus helping Deya in becoming stronger.

You were separated from Angor Rot after being a Guardian, and only met him three years later.

In this AU, Angor Rot's first Trollhunter kill is Deya.

(He's more in shock at seeing you cry. He's never seen you cry. He wondered how much Deya meant for your tears to spill out.)

(You were crying for Angor. For what he had become.)

[yuki2sksksk]

I did some rough sketches from suggestions for your weapons, and this one is from the whip idea by @wildchild23 and @fayethefairyqueen (which I actually love as well cause I love whip weapon)

I kinda forgot to colour the whip with your magic colour but imagine it's a type of whip like weapon made of your energy magic.

Also a bit of a draft idea where you were the one who took one of Gunmar's eyes;

(this is set centuries ago and you're helping Angor Rot fight Gunmar while trying to evacuate the other trolls to safety.)

[yuki2sksksk]

[ Trollhunter Guardian (Y/n) ]

Centuries ago

You requested some fighting lessons from Angor Rot since you lack the skill of physical combat.

Have some doodles of you two together

Eww happy couple *slaps trauma and angst*

[yuki2sksksk]

[ Trollhunter Guardian (Y/n) ]

You work as an Arcadian Academy librarian so you can be close to Jim in school. You also lived next to him (where did you get the money? Shhhh no one knows)

[yuki2sksksk]

[ Trollhunters Guardian (Y/n) ]

Centuries ago

" Trolls don't do kisses. "

You gave an acknowledged hum, tilting your head at Angor Rot. " It's a matter of choice though, right? "

" Perhaps. There are trolls that kiss their partners. Still, uncommon. " He gruffed, his shoulders shuddered slightly. " It's most likely that their partners aren't the same species, so they familiar themselves with such acts. "

You turned to him. " Do you want to try it? To get accustomed to it more? "

He bore his golden eyes at you, lips pressing thin. " I would lie if I say that I am not curious about how it'd feel. "

" Then -- ? "

" No. "

You laughed.

" No kisses, so I suppose you'd bite me instead? "

It was meant to be a jest, a light teasing. But then you saw the glint in his eyes and the curling smirk on his face. Surely he's just playing with around, the thought came to your mind.

Guess who had to wear neck length clothing for a month.

[yuki2sksksk]

[ Trollhunter Guardian (Y/n) ]

After a few centuries of keeping your past in low profile, Draal was the first one to discover your history with Angor Rot.

It was on you, the conclusion that your mind had set. For you to feel a longing, nostalgic feeling at seeing the rain and muttered out his name with a breath that one would never mistake to be any different than fondness. It was one of those bad days, that came out of nowhere. Bottled up with all those pain, was it selfish of you to reminisce the past just for a moment?

You didn't notice the young troll's presence, too preoccupied with talking to yourself about your former lover. Draal only heard the assassin's name and the way you spoke of him, and he was instantly enraged.

Bewildered, he asked for an explanation. Startled, you tried your best to simply your history.

" How could you still love him? After the sins he had committed? " A snarl left his mouth, and you bristled at the audacity of betrayal in his gaze on you.

It was one of those bad days. A day that you couldn't help but to long for what you had, and rage at what you have.

" Are we any different? " Your breath came out heavy.

Draal went stunned for a second before snarling, gritting his teeth.

" Do not speak of that impure ! She is nothing to me! "

" You don't get to spit lies and chides me for what we can relate to. " You hissed back. " How am I sinning here, to long for what I had lost? Am I betraying the Trollhunter? Am I leading Angor Rot here to slay Merlin's champion? I'll have this moment of selfishness, thank you very much, Draal. "

He didn't get to reply, not when you marched away from him. Your eyes stung, but nothing leaked out. It had been far too long since you shed any tears.

You only met Draal's eyes again when he came to you with a humble gaze, a few days later. He confessed that he had bothered you, and that he would try to be more understanding.

Neither brought up the topic much after that, except only during one of those days.

[yuki2sksksk]

[ Trollhunters Guardian (Y/n) ]

TW: kissing and poisoning

The day where Angor Rot finally lets curiosity get over him and allows you to kiss him, you try not to get all giddy and excited because holy cow the love of your life just said he wants to indulge in your kind romantic custom a bit --

It starts off experimental and small, where you opted to press your lips to his knuckles. He thought that was done only by men of your kind. You laughed and brought both his hands to be kissed. He was rather tolerant of it, not disliking the gesture for a first timer.

You didn't kiss him often, only occasionally so he could warm up to it. You were always the one to beckon for a kiss; on hands, foreheads, cheeks, nose and once on his shoulder blade. That brought a grunt out of him and he waved you off dismissively despite the way his skin burnt under your touch.

Never on the lips. You had never kissed him there.

The two of you stumbled upon each other after three years of you becoming the Trollhunter's Guardian. You were too caught up with meeting him again after everything, too lost in your feeling to notice the constant glances he'd throw at the Trollhunter and the way his hands twitched by his side. You thought of his tighten squeeze around your body in the embrace to be a sign of his longing for you.

That night, you managed to get some alone time away from the other trolls with Angor. It wasn't like Deya would be helpless without you for a few hours.

That night, Angor pulled you in closer, his thumb brushing against your lower lips and he leaned down to kiss you. The gesture shocked you so much because that was the first for him, even if it was quick and soft and felt so...sad.

He pulled away and it suddenly occurred to you that his touch felt trembling against you.

Before you knew it, your body wasn't responding to your command and every limb of yours slumped down. Your voice sounded like chokes, eyes locking on Angor for a silent explanation as he rested your body against the trunk of a tree.

He didn't look at you anymore. He poisoned you, paralysing you to resemble a doll.

Angor Rot turned and left, his hands pulling out his blades as he disappeared into the darkness.

It wasn't until you were clawing your way on the dirt, trying to head back to Deya and the others, when you saw Blinky and Aaarrrgghh came running to you. Their voices joined in together, sounding muffled in your state, but you felt the pacifist giant carrying you and Blinky pouring something down your throat -- the antidote perhaps -- and finally FINALLY you felt your limbs functioning again.

It was at that moment where you could finally hear Blinky more clearly, of how Deya was fighting against Angor Rot.

You shot off towards where Deya was supposed to be, feeling the connection between you and the amulet. There were so many questions you wanted to ask Angor, so many emotions swirling in you.

Although a sudden thundering pain had you stopped halfway, your breath came out short and the prickling pain stabbing your senses informed you of the devastating news.

When you resumed your pace to the location, the battle was already over and Deya was no longer breathing. Angor Rot, on the other hand, stood still in front of the corpse he just killed, his eyes haunted.

He lied to you. Poisoned you. Used you to get to Deya.

His gaze snapped towards you, to the non stopping tears dripping from your eyes as you rushed over, of how you didn't even strike him and only asked him of what was going on.

You could still feel the faint, fake kiss of his on your lips, taunting you for your naivety and recklessness, for your mistake that sacrificed another life, for the way Angor Rot turned and fled and you could've done something anything but no no no you cradled the lifeless body of your friend Deya and wondered how didn't you noticed the lingering magic of Morgana's on your beloved troll.

[ksiondzkanexkiii]

I WILL NEVER LEAVE YOU AGAIN | Angor Rot

CHAPTER TWO

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Anoana wasn't too interested in the new troll hunter in fact she was never up to date on who the current new troll hunter was. She always believed that it was her husband who would be able to protect her even if he never returned from his trip to the islands of the gods as she called it, it's not that she didn't miss Angor the truth is that there wasn't a day or night in which she didn't weep watching the bed she sleeps in still empty on the other side.

It was as if she believed that Angor would regain her soul and return to her and Morgana would eventually be killed so that the couple could once again happily develop their village.

A village that is no longer there. She wasn't able to run the village she handed over the power to Vendel however she is still beside the old man to help him, not all the trolls of Rot village took the sudden change of power well they hoped that Angora's wife would handle the pressure and make them rebuild their village somewhere other than the marketplace however none of that happened. According to Anoana, this was the safest option she could have chosen.

she couldn't handle the pressure of being a leader she was used to standing by optionally suggesting what to do, smiling at the crowd when her husband spoke or she had time to help her subjects in the village. Here she helped the blacksmith with bringing rare metals she found in the deepest caves, here she helped in the troll nursery to teach the young trolls about the magic that could be extracted from every object from flowers, from tree leaves, from tree bark she showed them how to extract magic, from the nature that surrounded them on every side.

However, not every young troll was interested in this so she had the story of her expeditions in store, which were more interesting for children however, when the village of Rot joined the marketplace and there was no trace of Angor Anoana's heart broke however her hope that she would get her husband back did not diminish. She had a bad feeling about the expedition and yet she let him out of the village she feared that he had died on the way to the island where Morgana is located however, when she heard that Angor had become an assassin for Morgana her heart beat harder and her hope was strengthened she dreamed every night of meeting her beloved.

She disregarded the crimes he had committed, she told herself that he had been forced to do so. Since he was left, when Anoana learned that Angor had lost his soul her heart broke again every day and night she sat over her books and even books borrowed from Vendel optionally from Blinky with more willingness or less to lend to his wife the killer, she tried to find a way to retrieve Angor's souls from the hands of the shadow goddess however with poor results.

Unable to find the right spell even if she used forbidden books, after sleepless nights she finally succumbed to Indun who, each day worrying about her mother-to-be, urged her to rest. When Anoana finally succumbed to the younger troll she quietly uttered a vow to find a way to be reunited with her husband even if it was at the cost of her health or life, when the woman finally scaled back her attempts from finding a way to get her husband back she did not let go of learning spells such as transformation into any living being in this world

She was able to change into a lizard, a bird, a horse practically any animal she could dream up into she even went so far as to try to change into a dragon or a griffin, but she failed however with the help of an old friend she soon got the desired effect only she had a small problem.

She couldn't change into a human being whenever she tried and the magic around her blew away everything around her creating a small tornado and she slowly floated into the air feeling the magic flow through her body stretching or shrinking parts of her body however not everything went as smoothly as she wanted it to

Although she resembled a human her skin was flesh-colored maybe slightly pale, but to her eye her complexion was too pale, she still couldn't hide her horns or her tail the sun kept burning her turning her skin to stone, despite many attempts she still failed, when the appearance suited her thinking it wouldn't arouse people's suspicions the sun had a different plan, she couldn't produce a shield that protected her from the scorching sun just waiting to turn her to stone.

 After several months of trying to turn herself into a human she finally gave up still living on the border of the Market in the most remote place, it's not that she didn't want to meet other trolls or talk to them she just didn't feel confident to live in a stone heart without Angora, after losing her husband she felt that her position had declined and she shouldn't elevate herself above other trolls as if she did before.

Although the biggest reason she isolated herself from the rest of the troll society was that trolls didn't like shapeshiftersodź she took lessons from the "hiding" of a certain young wizard to change her body into animals, she was afraid to brag to C about her abilities for fear of being shunned by society. Although Vendel knew what she had learned and applauded her power, which she continued to strengthen, he respected her decision to hide it in secret although he didn't understand why.

- Anoano what are you thinking about?  - Asked Vendel's calm voice as the stone tankard came into contact with the stone table, the old man's heavy footsteps rang out among the crowd of other trolls in the tavern. Vendel sat down in front of the troll with his drink as his pale eyes looked intently at the widow - Your head is full of thoughts at the same time it is full of tension, not what you would expect from a wizard - Vendel added with his scholarly tone

Anoana smiled with difficulty as she listened to her leader's every word, her green eyes momentarily fixed on Vendel's staff made of a stone heart which, like the stone heart in the middle of the troll market, shimmered pink and orange - You're thinking about him again aren't you? - Vendel asked rhetorically, seeing the gaze of the woman, who thoughtfully began to braid her long red hair in a tight braid so as not to get her precious hair wet in a mug full of dried leaves, people call it tea, but Anoana didn't like human tea, so with the help of her transformation into a cat and a bird she watched people make this invention.

And she created her own mixture of leaves that tasted good to her, Indun and Vendel. The pleasant smell of brewed leaves split her nostrils as she thought of an answer she could give to the old man - It's been centuries since I've seen him, I've only heard horrible stories until he suddenly sank to the ground - whispered Anoana not wanting to speak louder so that the inquisitive ears of the trolls wouldn't hear what she was saying, she moved her protruding long ears gently to pick up any suspicious words in the tavern but heard nothing of interest

- I hope to find Infern Copul to give him back his stolen soul and to get back his husband," she stated her plan so confidently however not once did she move further from Arcadia even using the sewer tunnels she was unable to go further than the end of the city then doubts and maybe even panic flooded her veins effectively scaring her from traveling further. She had no problem leaving the market or Arcadia when she was trying to find out what the tea was made of however, when she wanted to move on the expedition and get her husband back fear was wracking her body.

- It was a rhetorical question," Vendel muttered, wanting to throw another smart remark, but refrained, "You've been planning this for decades and you still haven't done anything about it," the old man shook his head in disapproval he knew what it was to lose love however Anoana couldn't accept the fact that Angora was gone and unlikely to return to her life, he was defeated and imprisoned even the old man himself didn't know the exact location of Morgana's servant's prison.

Anoana squinted exceptionally she was not wearing a scarf, on her hair she had loose tassels hiding her green eyes, without a scarf she felt a bit undressed however she did not want to tie a scarf on her hair. Vendel dropped by her house while she was weighing potions out of boredom offered to drink tea together Anoana couldn't refuse him so that's how she ended up here. At the inn.

- I know Vendel - She muttered as her shoulders slumped in resignation - However, I will soon be able to go further out than before - She added after a while in the same dreamy tone, she twisted the stone tankard in her hand as she looked at the drink that was swirling inside the tankard - Please change the subject - She sighed heavily through her nose however Vendel understood why she asked this so he meekly nodded his head

Vendel did not have to think long about the next topic of conversation - Our human troll hunter challenged Draal to a duel. Did you hear about that? - He asked raising his eyebrow as he took a sip of tea without taking his eyes off the woman in front of him. The light blue troll's eyebrows rose high up, she was not yet used to the fact that their new troll hunter was human however she did not underestimate Jim, she had seen him from afar and knew that this young boy would do great deeds however he needed solid training not a tournament of who would die faster

- Are you sure this rumor is true? - asked the woman skeptically, putting the tankard down in front of her with a silly clatter as the tankard touched the stone floor of the table - Isn't this another invention of Draal? - asked the woman - The last time Draal challenged someone to a duel it turned out that the opponent didn't even know about it - the woman added after a while under her breath

- This time I trust Draal's words - Vendel muttered, rolling his eyes at the words muttered by the widow - I am inclined to believe that the troll hunter dared to challenge Draal - Vendel defended himself, finishing his tea without paying attention, that the widow hadn't even started drinking her warm decoction - I'm betting that the fight will be short anyway - Vendel shrugged his shoulders - But I hope I'm wrong - He added after a while feeling Anoana's appraising gaze on him

- Don't you believe in a boy? - She asked curiously, she knew such a case. Indun, considered by many a weak and naive girl too weak to face the monstrosity of this world and yet, when Anoana and Angor trained her taught her how to fight, how to use simple spells such as shield protection then Indun grew into a capable warrior, everyone could envy her. Anoana had a feeling that Jim Lake Jr. will be similar to Indun no one believes in him except a group of friends however at some point he will grow into a capable warrior for whom everyone will bow down for the work he does

Vendel squinted his pale eyes and murmured something under his breath - Disbelieving someone is a strong word - explained the old man linking his hands together on the table top he pressed his lips tighter together forming his mouth into a thin line feeling how his lips are still moist after drinking tea - However, I will admit that I have mixed thoughts about the boy - explained Vendel scratching his long beard, Anoana smiled gently hearing the sincerity of her friend who sometimes becomes her mentor

- Amulet chose Jim must have a reason," she finally explained taking the first sip of tea in this meeting, "Jim may have potential he doesn't know about yet," the woman muttered turning her gaze from Vendel to the table to their right, where Blinky was sitting, Aaarrrgghh, "Jim can be like a crystal, if he is polished well -

- This will emerge a strong fighter - Finished Vendel knowing what Anoana wants to say - I might agree - The old man followed the woman's gaze and also looked at the two friends, before he could utter his next words Anoana forewarned him

- However, you don't believe Blinky is a good teacher - She raised an eyebrow as she slowly turned her head towards the old man straightening up in her seat even more than necessary - I believe Blinky has learned from his mistakes and a bond will soon be formed between him and our new troll hunter -.

- Anoano, you are forging ahead," sighed Vendel, also taking his eyes off the table of trolls they were looking at, the market leader said nothing more to even contradict the woman's words. He wanted to chastise her for once again looking too far into the future, which might kick her in the butt because of what she had thought up and failed - In that case, will you come to the fight tomorrow? - finally asked the old man changing the subject

Anoana shook her head with a mocking smile on her face as she gently dropped her head. When she lifted her gaze she encountered two people sitting across from Blinky and Aaarrrgghh she immediately recognized the troll hunter and his friend - A busy schedule I have - She winked with a smile, ran her tongue over the top line of her teeth - However, I will come - Finally she looked towards Vendel nodding her head

Vendel smiled - In that case, I'll see you tomorrow - He said goodbye to the woman, who answered him with a brief nod of farewell as she stared dully into the mug of tea in front of her. When she raised her gaze again she stuck her gaze into the foursome who were whispering to each other, not overhearing them her long ears lowered to avoid accidentally hearing what secrets they were whispering to each other.

She hoped she wasn't looking too far into the future and Jim would turn out to be what she hoped he would become. She stared intently at the foursome contemplating the human troll hunter she hoped she was telling the truth and Jim would turn out to be worthy of having the amulet and maybe even be the best troll hunter in the history of trolls.

She smiled under her breath as she finished her tea in one gulp and moved away from the table. She would get up to go to her house and prepare for tomorrow's duel between the troll hunter and Draal, she didn't notice that the new troll hunter was also looking at her as she was looking at him. Jim turned again toward Blinky who was assessing the photo that Toby had taken when they fought the shapeshifter in the museum, but the troll hunter had something else on his mind right now other than worrying that some troll was looking at him as if he was assessing him.

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Jim's speech after winning the battle with Draal brought only the fact that Vendel left the marketplace with the help of Blinkie and Aaarrrgghh to check what Jim saw was actually a decapitated bridge and not some other monument. Panic broke out in the marketplace, but Vendel with the help of Anoana and Indun successfully calmed the crowd of anxious trolls.

At the request of an elderly woman, Indun stayed at the market to keep watch over the peace while she was away.

Vendel, Aaarrrgghh and Blinky waited behind the human troll hunter and his friend at the time the market leader was looking at the displays on display in the museum, Vendel did not necessarily understand the art that people enjoyed so much. Holding his scepter tightly as his patience ran out Aaarrrgghh looked around from time to time hoping that Jim and the appendage would soon arrive Blinky meanwhile was boiling in place with stress trying to somehow strike up a conversation with Vendel but after another reluctant mutter from the leader he finally understood Vendel's allusion and stopped talking.

- Let's hope he does something about the cameras," Jim muttered, stepping through the window inside the museum as he began to look around for a potential museum security guard this time Toby was trying to squeeze through a narrow window. Letting out a sigh and moving around the troll hunter's friend tried to get inside the museum

- Oh boy, so it's true," muttered Toby squeezing himself into the window, as his body slowly squeezed through the window frame, Jim extended him a helping hand but Toby ignored it or didn't even notice it, "The criminal always returns to the scene of the crime," after saying these words Tobes body finally freed itself from the grasp of the window to jump inside and fall to the ground with a silent thud, Jim seeing his friend fall only contorted his face in a sign of pain

- He thinks the Arrest will convert us, but it's even worse," concluded Domzalski trotting after his friend unable to catch up with him, Jim without turning behind him walked on without waiting behind his friend knowing he was following him

- Lucky there are no goblins," whispered Jim more to himself than to Tobes, the two teens were walking deeper into the museum, where the market leader, Aaarrrgghh and Blinky were waiting behind them, however, the teens were not the only ones who were late.

Vendel was getting more and more impatient, but he was looking curiously at the relics on display and his eye was caught by an old-fashioned dress from the Renaissance, but he didn't like it, He furrowed his brow and wrinkles formed on his forehead as he began to gently tap the mannequin on which the dress was displayed with his scepter - What a ridiculous garment - he muttered under his breath and Aaarrrgghh and Blinky were forced to stand behind him for a good half hour while the leader looked at one and the same thing.

The two trolls simultaneously rolled their eyes, however, when they heard footsteps behind them they turned to see Jim and Toby walking hurriedly toward them. Blinky had a tightly wrinkled nose - You're late," he accused them almost immediately as the teenagers approached them

- Yes, Yes, sorry Draal trained Jim," explained Tobes which was clearly meant to keep the secret that Kanjigar's son now lives in his basement to protect the teenager and his mother Barbara. Tobes receiving an elbow to the stomach looked with a confused look at his friend, who threw him a brief look full of anger, the green big troll raised his eyebrows a little lower than Blinky's

- Draal? - muttered Aaarrrgghh - He was training? - Finished Blinky both confused whether they heard correctly

The young troll hunter squirmed when he realized that he would have to explain to his mentor and Aaarrrgghh that Draal lives in his house to protect him and his mother - Yes. He has settled a bit in the basement - Jim had a tendency that when he was stressed or didn't know what to say he waved his hands to emphasize his point of view this moment he rubbed his hand over his knuckles as he explained - He makes for a bodyguard - Lake shrugged his shoulders not knowing what more to add

Blinky squinted - Of course the defeated troll turns to the victorious duelist asking for shelter," Blinky concluded sarcastically, linking his hands in front of him as if he wanted to pray to the gods that Jim would not be stupid enough to make it true

- So everything is fine? - Summed up Jim with a quiet hope that what Draal did was normal however, when Blinkie's shoulders slumped and he threw him an angry look and Aaarrrgghh behind the blue troll was shaking his head the teenager quickly realized that what Kanjigar's son did was not normal for the custom of trolls

- Oh yes everything is fine," concluded Blinky almost growling at Jim, "As long as there is no catastrophe even worse because of this! To a cataclysm! - outraged Blinky still throwing sarcastic remarks. Jim sighed heavily feeling embarrassed, before Blinky could continue his tirade interjected Vendel who stood behind the two trolls and listened to everything

- Are we, with apologies, waiting to be caught? Or are you going to show me what is supposed to resemble a bridge of decapitation? - Demanded Vendel and impatience and annoyance flooded him as the meeting grew longer and longer, when Blinky wanted to answer by placing his one of his four hands on Jim's shoulder but the words had not had time to leave his mouth when a small white bird flew into the museum. Not a typical bird, as it did not resemble a pigeon or any other bird often found in Arcadia

The bird was white one on its wings there were brown and red feathers that created an ombre effect on the bird's wings. As the bird was getting closer and closer to them Jim unconsciously pulled out the amulet sensing that this bird could be a threat come to think of it the little one sensed that something was wrong with this bird because it wasn't acting like a well... a real bird... The teenager wasn't wrong because the closer he got to them the more the animal lowered its flight to soon turn into a ball of light which transformed into a troll.

Anoana straightened up coming out of the bird's body she corrected her white dress the closer she got to the group, her steps were steady she was in no hurry. Jim raised his eyebrows seeing Anoana remembering that she was the one who had looked at him in the inn but now the trolless was wearing her familiar headdress and the tassels fell freely down covering her eyes and part of her nose and her light blue skin stood out delicately against the dark museum - Vendel where is that characteristic calm of yours? - Anoana almost mocked the leader by standing next to him

- Did she? - Toby pointed at the troll looking at her long white horns which were not curled like those of other trolls, but she had horns similar to a deer and her red hair was pulled back but in front she had two braids, her hair reached her calves she was a bit bigger than the hunchbacked leader, maybe if the old man had straightened up Vendel would have surpassed her - She was a bird just now! - Said Toby loudly however Jim quickly silenced him

Lake and Domzalski didn't know what to think they had heard about shapeshifters only that the ones in Blinkie's story didn't turn into animals - Oh - Anoana muttered - I didn't know that my entrance would cause so much confusion, she hurried - She added after a moment in thought - Apparently people have never seen real magic - she added thoughtfully

Vendel merely rolled his eyes, unable to wait to see the decapitated bridge as long as the young troll hunter actually saw the decapitated bridge. Before Jim or anyone else had time to ask questions about the magic Anoana was talking about Vendel interjected - Can we move? - demanded the leader

Blinky shook his head, shaking off his surprise at the widow's sudden appearance. Galadrigal patted Jim again - It was just our hunter who wanted to lead us - Blinkous stated, the teenager only smiled awkwardly

- That's right," choked Jim, "I was just about to do it," muttered the teenager as he started walking toward where he found a bridge, or something that resembled a bridge of decapitation.

The group moved deeper into the museum Anoana was enthralled by the art that was on display for visitors, whenever she could she would stop to look at the exhibits, when the group moved away without waiting behind the troll this one walked away from the exhibits she sped up her steps to be able to catch up with the group that was not waiting behind the widow.

Jim walking towards the bridge of the decapitated head which he found or as he let it pass he found, the widow didn't listen too much however she focused when Jim opened the door - And then we escape from the goblins - Jim explained and Anoana raised her eyebrows, she really should have listened from the beginning when Jim spoke however she couldn't help but be more focused for the museum exhibits - And what do we see? The bridge of the decapitated head - Jim dramatically pushed back the white sheets that covered the closed exhibition

The teenager to add drama rested his hands on his hips, but to the group's eyes appeared an unknown large thing hidden under the sheet. Blinky and Vendel's eyes widened and after a moment they looked at each other, the two teenagers would move to be able to reveal to them what was hiding under the sheet being sure that it was the bridge of a decapitated head, the group of trolls slowly approached the two teenagers who were trying to pull down the large tarp.

Anoana approached the two teenagers - I'll help - She murmured kindly bending down to pick up the white tarp wanting to help the young troll hunter and his appendage however Aaarrrgghh preceded her pushing the teenagers away. The widow, understanding that Aaarrrgghh would pull down the tarp in one stroke just as the teenagers obediently stepped back giving room to the bigger and stronger troll

Aaarrrgghh pulling down the tarpaulin in one motion showed the eyes of the group a huge wooden ship from some era, the widow bet that the ship was from the medieval era or maybe even the Viking era, it was hard for her to tell however the ship itself made her delighted with it. Vendel looked at the troll hunter with annoyance - It doesn't look like a bridge to me - the old man muttered The widow wanted to throw him a sarcastic remark, but refrained as she looked at the ship

- Well he was here - The human troll hunter stressed mumbling quickly wanting them to believe his words that the decapitation bridge was here, if he was so insistent that he saw the decapitation bridge then, why is there a Viking era ship here? Anoana turned her head slightly as Lake continued to explain however he spoke quickly and it was difficult to understand any words, the troll hunter pulled his friend by the hand wanting him to confirm his version of events - After all, you were here yesterday you even took a picture! - Lake almost begged Domzalski to confirm what Jim was trying to present

- Apparently so - stammered Toby - But it wasn't sharp and I forgot to turn on the lamp - argued Tobes without even noticing how Vendel's face is getting more and more annoyed as they listen to the explanations of the troll hunter and his friend - Plus that crazy pace - muttered Toby and Jim crooked more and more when he realized that Blinky might have been right, that he was predicted - We were rushing blindly, they were chasing us - argued Tobes further, ignoring Jim's nervous eye

- Maybe there was no bridge? - grimaced Domzalski as he came to this conclusion, Vendel on cue turned towards the smaller blue troll with an accusatory and angry look full of irritation that flooded the veins of the older troll as he continued to hunch over while holding his scepter as tightly as he could

- Blinkous Galadrigal - Vendel pronounced the name almost with even more irritation as he watched the smaller troll's shoulders slump as the older troll looked at him accusingly - I haven't left the marketplace for a century - Recalled the marketplace chief - I agreed to this trip because you deluded me with the vision of seeing the bridge - Said an exasperated Vendel as blood bubbled in his veins

- You put me in danger Blinkous," Vendel sent him an even angrier look, to which Blinky replied with the same crossed his first pair of arms on his chest and rested his second pair of hands on his hips as Vendel tapped his cane on the ground to express his displeasure more forcefully

- If Master Jim claims to have seen," argued Blinky, but he was not allowed to finish, "So you let yourself be misled," growled Vendel, the widow looking at the situation like the rest of the group, she let the air out hard through her nose shaking her head

- We both know how much you like conspiracies and plotting," Vendel argued, wanting to explain to Galadrigal what a mistake he had made by trusting the young troll hunter so much that he took Vendel out after centuries when he didn't have to leave. Anoana looked at the troll hunter whose shoulders slumped hearing Vendel vent his anger at his mentor. The widow didn't want to say anything for now to curb Blinkous' reprimand

- Conspiracies meddle me," Blinky argued as he said this very poetically pointing his finger at the chief to emphasize his point of view, "That's why I want to expose them," he argued further punching his fists in the air as more and more irritation awoke in the lesser troll as in Vendel.

- Like when you decided to rid our world of cat meat," Vendel raised one eyebrow in boredom as he heard Blinke's resistance to Blinke's claim that the troll hunter might be right, Anoana took no sides she knew that at some point the shapeshifters would want to rebuild the bridge of the felled head after all Bular wants his father back and Gunmar wants the whole world. The widow knew it was a matter of time when the dark night would come she only hoped that she would find her husband in time to give him his soul at the same time run away with him as far as she could to hide in the darkness of the caves.

- A big misunderstanding," Blinky indignantly moved back as he rested all four pairs of hands on his hips, Jim looked confused towards Aaarrrgghh who was standing behind the ship. The human troll hunter asked a silent question to the pacifist if what Vendel was saying was true to which the latter nodded without uttering a single word to interrupt the argument between Galadrigal

- And remember how you made us believe that our furs were teeming with fleas? - Vendel continued to argue however Blinky did not see his errors in this

Anoana quietly sighed, seeing the growing argument - But it's true - She muttered under her breath, but no one heard it at least she thought so Jim sent her a confused look this time - Calmly this outbreak has been resolved but sometimes it happens that a troll has fleas - she explained to the teenager, who only nodded in understanding

- Prudence the highest virtue," Blinky argued, but he felt the ground disappear under his feet as Vendel became increasingly aware of his mistakes which made the chief even more distrustful of him if he trusted him at all....

- Everyone believed it," Vendel muttered, "Everyone in the marketplace thinks you're paranoid! -

- If everyone thinks so then it must be some kind of conspiracy! - Exploded Blinky without paying attention to the words, his earlier arguments went to ruin when he realized what he had said before he had time to correct his words, the old man ran his hand over with fatigue knowing that the conversation would have no effect. Vendel slowly turned towards Aaarrrgghh, Toby, Jim and Anoana who were standing behind the two trolls who were arguing

- Well your youngster is trying to play the hero," he muttered casting a glance at Jim and then looked at Blinkous again pointing an accusatory finger at him, "You, on the other hand, are looking for danger where there is none," accused Vendel

Anoana was alert she listened to what Vendel was saying at the same time she did not take her eyes off Jim and Tobes, seeing them both lower their heads in a sign of defeat after the old man's words her heart beat harder seeing their sad faces she moved to stand between them and put her stone hands on their shoulders, sending them a small warm smile of encouragement wanting to make them feel better with poor results.

Both boys smiled briefly at the widow however, their grim expression returned, she squeezed her hand tighter on the troll hunter's shoulder. Vendel moved forward - Aaarrrgghh take me home," ordered Vendel, the larger troll muttered something in agreement moving towards the exit but stopped to look at the widow with a silent question if he was coming with them.

Anoana merely shook her head in response to Aaarrrgghh, she pulled her hand off Toby's shoulder as he moved behind Vendel and Aaarrrgghh to escort the market chief away. Anoana glanced at Jim seeing him looking awkwardly at the floor, out of the corner of her eye she watched Blinky who crossed his arms over his chest in annoyance. Anoana sensed that she should leave to give them space to talk however she was not going to do so without adding her words

- Don't lose faith troll hunter - Whispered the widow, leaning closer to the smaller teenager to be on an equal level with him, the boy at her words raised his head to look at her - You know what you saw - she continued as she turned her gaze away from the boy to look at the ship - It's been centuries since Gunmar has been in the land of shadows, it's obvious that he will want to escape - she explained interrupting the

- Having a loyal son at your side who could take on armies of shapeshifters at any time - She swallowed hard again interrupting her words, she let go of his arm continuing to look towards the ship and not towards Jim - Not everyone will believe you or follow you however no one can question what you saw - Finally she looked at him as the boy looked at her with a puzzled expression as he tried to understand her words

- You can make them believe your word and I know a person who will investigate the matter," she added with a gentle smile, Jim furrowed his eyebrows only watched as the widow cast a quick glance in the direction of the blue troll, who still stood there like an offended child with his arms crossed over his chest. He crossed all four arms and his cheeks pouted like an offended child.

Jim wanted answers from the widow and maybe even an explanation of how to make Vendel believe a human troll hunter, Jim just like the woman before him looked towards the ship. Anoana only shook her head, the widow spoke puzzlingly to the teenager specifically would the young boy discover the answers to her words on his own

- Vendel thinks you got carried away by your imagination when Blinkous told you the story of the trolls," she muttered, placing her hand on the teenager's shoulder again, "Imagination can sharpen our senses preparing us for the unexpected, you're a troll hunter worried you'll have to face Gunmar or his son," she sighed.

- I believe you saw the bridge however the question is, where is the bridge? - she asked deafeningly and the teenager shook his head, no longer believing himself.

Jim almost threw up his arms pointing to the ship, he could have sworn on his life that he had seen the bridge right here - I swear I saw it here - Jim argued looking around the room hoping to find a clue to where the bridge might have disappeared however he saw nothing in particular - How am I supposed to find the bridge when even now I'm not sure I saw it - Jim sighed, his nostrils flared as he looked pityingly at the widow who was taller than him

Anoana gently tilted her head - Do you stop believing in yourself? - She asked, but she knew the answer to this question, Jim reluctantly nodded his head - Bad - she reprimanded him - Very bad, a good warrior does not doubt himself - she squeezed his arm tighter, wanting to encourage him, although she did not know if it actually worked.

The widow looked at the boy waiting for his question seeing it forming in his head - You talk about a good fighter, when I'm not even a good fighter - He muttered looking at the troll next to him - How do you know I will be a good fighter? - He raised his eyebrow suspiciously

Anoana only giggled shaking her head at the teenager's question - You have to find the answer to this question yourself - She joined her hands on her stomach as she looked at Jim, who only mumbled without getting a sufficient answer, she knew he was speaking in riddles however she wanted to hint to the boy what to look for in the dark corridors of ignorance to discover what he had not yet discovered himself - When you find the answer you will tell me yourself - she smiled gently

- Are you a good fighter Jim Lake Jr? -

Jim clenched his jaws tighter as he looked at the ship Anoana sensing Blinky approaching Jim stepped back to give them space - I swear he was here - Jim muttered wanting to look at Anoane who was not next to him, when he turned around he met Blinkous who was approaching the teenager

- Maybe Vendel is right," muttered Blinkous, "Na I told you fairy tales and you let your imagination run wild," Blinky stated, so many questions were boiling in Jim's head so many riddles at once that he didn't know what to do himself. Jim only firmly shook his head believing that he had not predicted and saw the bridge of the decapitated head, when the teenager wanted to ask the widow something he noticed that the widow raised her hands above her head like a bird preparing to fly and her body begins to surround magic at the same time shrinking to the size of a small hummingbird, which quickly escapes through the open window through which Jim and Toby entered.

Jim sighed heavily as he looked at his mentor, "It's my fault," stated Blinky pulling the teenager out of his reverie, Lake had not previously caught the sad tone of his mentor however, when he realized this he wanted to help Blinky regain his faith that he was not at fault and maybe even helped

- No - Denied the boy coming closer to the troll so he could see him - It's not your fault at all - Argued the boy further - Please believe me, just like she believed me... Well - Jim interrupted his argument for a moment realizing that he didn't know the widow's name and yet she messed with his head, he put his hand on his chest - Well like that troll, I really know what I saw - he argued as the teenager's shoulders slumped to the side just like Blinky's

The light blue troll only sighed heavily, turning towards the teenager - If there is no proof they must be somewhere else - Blinky stated grabbing Jim's arm wanting to give him his support, Jim stood there with a serious look on his face as he watched the desire to uncover the conspiracy arouse in the blue troll - Get on with your studies better - He instructed in an authoritarian tone - And I will investigate," the troll whispered, sending a small smile towards the teenager, who reciprocated.

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I WILL NEVER LEAVE YOU AGAIN || FRAGMENT

CHAPTER SIX

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Chapter Seven

Chapter Five

- Histories forgotten by time," Blinky said excitedly as the widow entered his library, she expected to find there all she currently needed come what may, she was most anxious to find Jim.

The widow raised her eyebrows seeing the excited group looked as if they had found some kind of puzzle and almost immediately found the solution - If we had found the treasure," Blinky muttered sinking his nose into the books while heading towards the table on which the ash lay, which puzzled Anoan.

She thought Blinkous belonged to the purer trolls - Then we can manage to exterminate Gunmar, Blinky you nut! - Complimented Jim chided in a strange way according to the widow especially that she didn't know what was going on because she got into the middle of the conversation

- Gunmar is going to die - Tobes cheered and Aaarrgghh standing behind the teenagers expressed his worry by muttering under his breath - Caution -.

- Careful - Confirmed Blinky as everyone walked closer to the table on which the book lay - The Triumbric Stone rocks have been hidden for centuries, however, if he solved this riddle - Explained Blinkous with his finger running over the page of the book, everyone stood around Blinky to also look at the page he was pointing to - There would be a chance -.

- Lives overshadow the wicked and eternally possess power - Claire recited almost immediately remembering the words hidden in the book that Blinky burned - Make Vendel not interested in your expeditions - Anoana muttered looking at the drawing of the Triumbric stone. The whole group almost jumped up hearing the widow suddenly Jim quickly shook his head to ward off the shock from his face

- We will be grateful - replied Jim sending her a short smile, the widow only bowed gently lowering her head gently to the ground joining her hands on her chest - However, you must be careful and act quickly - She added after a while - Vendel will start to suspect something - she added after a while

- We'll be so fast that Vendel won't notice," Tobes said proudly, thrusting his chest forward, the widow nodded gently, smiling as she heard Toby gently whispering through the braces he had on his teeth

Everyone looked at each other silently devising a plan their smiles betrayed only that they were convinced of the validity of the plan they came up with without pronouncing it

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The sound of the approaching Vespa interested Barbara, who was sitting on the living room couch waiting impatiently for her son, whom she was very worried about because he had not answered his phone or said where he was going.

She called every possible place however no one saw Jim it looked as if he had sunk to the ground. Barbara sipped her tea trying to calm her nerves that were bubbling in her mind worrying about her son

When she heard the teenager park his Vespa in the driveway her impatience reached the ceiling waiting for the boy to open the door saying innocently - Hi Mom! I'm back," Jim called out, not yet noticing his mother's worried together angry look

Barbara almost immediately stood up crossing her arms over her chest almost in an accusatory manner - Where have you been? - She asked immediately wrinkling her eyebrows there were dark bags under the redhead's eyes showing her fatigue from work and the amount of worry she had experienced over the last hours

The teenager in front of his mother stiffened seeing her posture and the tone of voice she gave him - What do you mean, I was in the library - The teenager mumbled, trying to pretend to be relaxed so that his mother would swallow the hook of the lie he made up on the fly. Barbara was not fooled by seeing her son lie straight to her eyes - With Claire and Tobes - He mumbled further shrugging his shoulders -.

 - The library closed three hours ago! - Argued Barbara pointing an accusatory finger at her son - Where were you I ask? - She repeated her question, which she had been asking herself for the past four hours

Annoyance also began to build up in the teenager when his mother asked him where he was, she acted as if he was five years old and was supposed to come home after nine o'clock, but hell he was sixteen she couldn't order him what time to come back he is almost an adult - Gosh I don't know! - Exasperated, he sighed -We went for a walk -He continued trying to get his mother to calm down and stop droning on about it

If he could he would have told her about the whole amulet thing, but he couldn't, he couldn't put her in danger - I'm worried here and you can't come up with a better lie? - Argued Barbara further, looking accusingly at her son and offended by how unsuccessfully he lies to her face without even considering her feelings or anything else

- I'm so sorry - He threw out these words the teenager waving his hands in the air turning on his heel to walk away towards the stairs - You can stop worrying - Exclaimed the teenager climbing up the stairs heading towards his room to disappear behind it - Because after look! I'm back - With these words he disappeared behind the door of his room slamming the door behind him

Barbara struggled to hold back her tears as she jumped slightly hearing the door slam, she gently lowered her sleeve so she could wipe away the tears that were growing in the corners of her eyes. She slowly moved toward the stairs wanting to knock on Jim's room but halfway up the stairs she stopped, rejecting the idea to return to the couch her visions were blurred by tears that ruined her makeup, which was already ruined after many hours of work

Jim was sitting at his desk when he turned on the lamp at his desk unaware of the person behind him - She's worried Jim - A female voice behind Jim spoke up causing him to jump up in his chair instinctively reaching for the amulet and then turning around to meet the widow who was a head taller than him.

The widow raised an eyebrow seeing the behavior of the teenager, who was catching rapid breaths - Your instincts are good, but you are hurting your mother - She muttered, looking at him from top to bottom as the teenager normalized his breathing

The teenager looked at the widow as if she had told the world's worst story, rested his hands on his knees as his back gently leaned forward - What are you suggesting? - He raised an eyebrow suspiciously before the widow had time to answer anything Jim did it for her - Are you suggesting to tell her about the whole troll hunter thing? - He asked rhetorically - That I fight trolls and other creatures after nights? - The teenager even mocked his own words

The widow tilted her head slightly to the side while shaking it disapprovingly as she watched the teenager also shake his head while looking at the amulet - No. That's not what I meant - She stated casually moving around the teenager's room looking at the books and cassette tape on his bookshelf - In fact, I wanted to tell you to correct your lies somehow so as not to hurt her - She smiled innocently looking at the boy over her shoulder

Jim rolled his eyes at the widow's statement as he furrowed his eyebrows a moment later - How did you get here? - He asked suddenly and out loud. This question he wanted to ask himself in his mind, the widow only shrugged her shoulders

- You left the window open so I flew in," she replied without caring, reaching for one of the comic books on his shelves - Besides, did you ever think to go home through the window, too? - She asked rhetorically - Then you would have an excuse that you were in the house all the time and your mother forgot to check the room - She added quickly leafing through the comic book, which, however, was not as interesting as she had thought

Jim did not answer only closed his eyes with fatigue also running his hands over his face to ward off fatigue, he did not even think about what the widow said was some solution at the same time even more avoidance of Barbara and the consequences associated with mother and son moving away from each other.

By the way, it was the perfect solution to avoid arguments

- But she didn't come here to give you lessons on how to lie to your mother," muttered the widow again moving around Jim's room casually looking at the various inventions in his room, "So what is it? - Asked Jim pulling his hand away from his forehead

Anoana finally settled on his bed looking at the fatigue painted on the teenager's face - He wants to know if you are sure about this - Asked the widow quietly, seeing the confused look of the teenager - Sure of what? - Asked Jim tilting his head

- Going to the Darklands," replied the widow casually, "Defeating Gunmar could cost you and your friends their lives Jim," she murmured quietly, "And that's because of one little creature? - she stated bluntly, almost since the plan to save Enrique came up the widow was against it

Not because she didn't want to save the children located in Darklandas, but she was more afraid that Gunmar might escape - You volunteered for a deadly mission because of your unspoken love for Claire - The widow continued to drone on seeing Jim's determined face she knew he wouldn't let go as easily as she assumed

He won't come up to Claire and say he's frowned upon saving Enrique - I'm sure of it," the teen finally replied, straightening his back even more as if he wanted to puff out his chest in a show of pride and courage that currently surrounds his aura, "We will save Enrique and kill Gunmar -

The widow swallowed her saliva hard seeing how determined the boy was this worried her even more, she had the feeling that her love for Claire and her desire to get recognition from her was overshadowing the teenager's true judgment - Jim, it won't be easy - Before she had time to answer anything more the teenager interrupted her

- I know, everyone tells me this however I won't change my mind - He replied shaking his head - I know it won't be easy however I feel I can do it - The teenager argued - I killed Bular so Gunmar won't be scary to me especially if we get all the Triumbric Stone - The teenager continued to argue

The widow wanted to answer him but Jim again preceded her - You would have done the same for your husband or for Indun - He threw this text freely making the widow pull in air suddenly.

He was right that if Angor or Indun landed in the Darklands she would do anything to save them even if it meant facing Gunmar - You're right for them I would even jump off a cliff or run into the Darklands without a weapon or a plan - Confirmed the widow after a minute of silence, the widow got up from the bed, which squeaked when it lost the weight of the troll

- However, this is not my only concern," she added after a moment as she looked down to be able to look at the boy, "There are many children in the Darklands," she explained quietly, "You must save only Enrique without considering the other children, being in the motherland you will not have much time to take more than one child," she explained calmly.

Jim obediently nodded his head in memory writing down the widow's words. Come on the teenager was overflowing with information he was getting from the senior council of troll hunters and others tried to write down in his memory every clue he got - Come on I believe that even without this heroic act Claire would love you - She added more quietly looking at the teenager who wanted to deny it

- In spite of everything and as for Claire," she interrupted, gathering her thoughts and the words she wanted to say to you, "I haven't found you a place for a date yet, but I'll find one soon," she said suddenly dismissing the thought she wanted to utter, she moved her left hand to make purple streaks escape from under her marble fingers to open the window that the teenager had just closed when he returned to the room

- You don't have to - The teenager wanted to change his mind, which he had expressed earlier about the date with Claire who he wanted to take after the ball. However, the widow interrupted him - You are an awkward boy, I will help you make your date less awkward. That's what you asked me to do and I will do it," she replied dispassionately, although the glint in her eye made Jim understand that she would not let go so easily

- This is an act with which I will be able to pay the debt I owe to you -.

- What kind of debt? -

- You protect the Trollmarket, you protect every troll," she interrupted, "You protect us even without having the stone skin or speed that trolls have.

As they both stood in silence the widow spoke one last time - By the way, you can lie to your mother as much as you want, however, you are moving away from each other and you are both suffering - She paused to take a breath - Keep that in mind - She stated once again leaving the teenager in a minefield who had to figure out the meaning of her sentence on his own

Anoana no longer stood in one position when the purple smoke enveloped her body shrinking to the size of a rat, she squealed several times jumping on Jim's desk - Oh Jim - You squealed recalling something she was yet to say - Don't take the oracle's word for it - The rat twirled its long brown and pink tail

- I believe it is possible to kill Gunmar as well as Bulara however, it requires training, dedication and a lot of courage," she muttered, "The last troll hunters may be jealous if they claim you won't kill Gunmar," she added after a moment's thought. She took one last look at the teenager with her black eyes as she slowly nodded her head to run out the open window a moment later.

The widow jumped onto the gutter that ran along Jim's window to slip off it and run toward the forest to effectively disappear even in a hit. Jim escorted the widow, who was in the form of a rat, to the forest line, as she had already disappeared behind the forest line.

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The widow has rarely slept during the daytime for the past few days, when mostly the trolls slept she flew out of Trollmarket in search of romantic date spots to help the troll hunter get Claire's hand while looking for a suitable gift to give her.

The task seemed easy and yet it was difficult the widow had to limit herself to choosing a place in Arcadia she could not fly out further than she would like.

The matter was made easier by the fact that she could turn into a bird and search everything from the air only landing from time to time to rest or assess a place, which looked promising from the air, when she landed to assess the place, however, it looked dull and unattractive.

Too many bushes

Not enough flowers

No path to the location

Anoana was slowly losing hope fatigue was getting more and more impossible to live with. The widow's eyes were closing on their own as she tried to stay alert and watch where she was flying and how high she was flying, she didn't want to collide with a building, a tree or maybe even a human being as far as that went. Still, the widow's eyes were not as obedient as she wanted them to be she kept telling herself

I'll close my eyes for a while

To slap herself in her own mind after a while to keep her sanity, which was quite a challenge as the thoughts magnified and fatigue did not let go. This kept the widow unfocused on the flight

It was a big mistake

She found this out quite painfully

She closed her eyes for a moment and then painfully collided with the bark of the tree, a painful squawk issued from her beak as she felt as if the beak would break at the same time pressing on her brain as she bounced off the tree to painfully hit the branches bouncing off and falling each time painfully squawking and whimpering. As her delicate bird spine hit the ground moments she lay dully staring at the sky.

When she heard giggles above her head she rolled over to be able to stand on her feet at a moment when a woman was just taking her picture forgetting to turn off the flash. The widow sent her a bored look which the human woman couldn't understand through the hawk's expressionless face.

The sack of meat walked away giggling into the phone looking at the photo of the hawk - Sack of meat," the widow sneered rolling her eyes as she led the human woman away. When the strange woman disappeared over the hill the widow only now had time to look around, delight almost immediately shining in the widow's eyes.

She had to tell Jimbo about this place almost immediately she had no time to waste. Lifting her wings high, she momentarily soared into the air without waiting a second longer and directed her flight toward Arcadia Oak.

Approaching the high school where the human Troll Hunter and his friends attended, she did not expect to hear Lake's screams, if it were not for her sharpened hearing she probably would not have heard it interested in the noises she headed towards the playing fields from where the noises were coming from.

Did she expect Jim fighting a mud golem?

Don't.

She didn't expect it, her eyebrows momentarily shot up when she saw Jim hanging on to the golem as he firmly held the have that was impaled on the butt of the mud monster. She didn't want to disturb Jim's master so she calmly settled down on the soccer frame with patience as she watched the troll hunter struggle

She wanted to see Jim fight, she assessed him with a critical eye or her hope that Jim would show the senior council of former troll heroes that he could kill Gunmar himself without losing his life. The mud golem caught Jim in its earthen hand firmly squeezing his abdomen causing air to escape from Jim's lungs - It wasn't supposed to be like this," the boy complained as the earth golem tossed the boy and kicked him

- Well the golem has a golem," said Widow turning her head to look at Jimbo who was entangled in the net, Jim looked up to see the hawk watching him. Lake could have sworn he saw a mocking smile on the hawk's beak

As long as birds can smile

- A widow? - Pouted a surprised Jim seeing a familiar brown bird that can talk he knew only one person who could do such a thing, she didn't even say anything else when the mud golem started to cringe or make sounds only known to itself - Get up hunter still your opponent is alive - Reminded the widow

- Oh right," the boy recalled while trying to disentangle himself from the rope that wrapped around his leg, "Besides, what are you doing here? - He asked while struggling with the rope at the same time.

The widow squawked, reminding the boy that he should hurry his moves and attack the mud golem - I flew to you, but I see you're busy," Anoana whined, watching the teenager have no idea how to fight the golem and how to kill it. She didn't interfere, she knew he would soon figure it out.

She watched as the boy tried to climb up the golem towards its neck he had a plan to pierce the golem's arteries optionally just cut off its head, his plans were foiled the moment the golem grabbed him again squeezing him tightly so that he would have no way to escape - Well there you go again you're caught," the widow concluded

Jim, if he could would have thrown a bored glance in Anoan's direction however now he was a bit preoccupied

- What are you doing wrong Jim - She called out jumping to the side to avoid a collision, with the mud that rips off the golem when it makes sudden movements - Change tactics, find a weak point - Reminded the widow

- Thanks a lot for the advice - Howled Jim irritated by the widow's comments at the same time his helplessness. Jim's knee began to refuse to obey him as a throbbing pain issued from his kneecap - But why don't you tell how to fight it? - Cried Jim as he turned toward the golem just meeting his fist

Jim flew back two meters had to quickly do a dodge without thinking about the pain that just haunted his back as the golem tried to crush him with its fist - I'm not the hunter," cried the widow as she watched Jim struggle, at the critical moment she would attack - You want to defeat Gunmar, you have to train. My help here would make - She paused as she watched Jim select a sword and cut off the hand of the mud monster

The monster looked at its severed hand making a sad purring sound, Jim taking advantage of the monster's disorientation ran towards its leg cutting it off just like the hand. The mud golem fell to the ground and the widow jumped aside again to avoid getting a ricochet of mud - Yes! - She praised the widow seeing that the fight was heading towards the boy's victory 

When the golem wanted to grab Jim again with its uncut hand in this one the boy quickly removed the golem's hand by cutting it off at the wrist. Everything went smoothly, too smoothly. At least according to the boy, but the widow said nothing but brief praise and criticism when it went right or wrong.

Everything was going well until the golem regenerated by rebuilding for itself again its limbs that it had lost. The golem wasted no time trying to trample, crush with its fist or anything else to kill Jim. Fortunately Jim was agile so he managed to dodge everything the golem had to offer, the widow didn't expect it however Jim jumped on the Golem's hand and then on its shoulder to bounce off the ground and slice through the golem's chest

The attack resulted in the unveiling of the doll located in the golem's heart, the teenager's eyes widened at the sight of the stone doll located in the golem's heart after a moment, the shock washed off the teenager's face to be replaced by the cleverness in his eyes and a smile as he clenched his fingers tighter on the sword's hilt.

- You have a plan, congratulations put it into practice do not wait - The widow called out wanting to feel the teenager, before she could finish the sentence the golem managed to throw a ball of earth at Jim, and when he dodged the attack he was kicked straight in the stomach - That's right, quick planning - finished the widow

The teenager got up on his feet holding his abdomen without wasting a moment longer he stretched out both hands summoning his sword with a yell of effort he brandished it to gain enough strength and speed to throw the weapon towards the place where the stone doll, obscured by the ground, was located.

The sword pierced through the entire body of the earth golem The doll's impaled on the weapon effectively left the golem with no way to regenerate to continue attacking the boy. Even an unconscious golem could have been dangerous, as it almost crushed the teenager, but the teenager jumped away at the last moment - Congratulations," the widow praised, "But it's not over yet," she added.

The boy looked at the widow and his shoulders slumped, the widow looked at Jimbo and then at the doll, which was still impaled on the sword of Daylight - You have one last step left," whispered the widow, the teenager obediently nodded understanding what was going on. Hopping on the Golem to shorten the path to his sword, Jim ran up to the stone doll to take the totem in his hand and destroy it by smashing it in half

The widow flew closer to the teenager to settle next to him changing its shape into a dog, Jimbo's shoulders slumped as he looked at the damage the golem had done. The boy's mind was more preoccupied with the pain that existed in his body - What was that? - Asked Jim looking at the remains of the totem and then at the dead earth golem, which was now just a pile of dirt and mud

Jim looked at the large dog that sat next to him - Animus Totem - the widow muttered - Ask Blinkous about it - she added, wanting to lose the questions Jim knew were simmering in his little head

- I found a place where you can invite Claire," she said looking towards Jim, who groaned in displeasure. Anoana raised her eyebrows suspiciously as she saw the boy wipe his face with his hands - What's going on Jim? Isn't this what you asked me to do? - She asked, tilting her head as her dog ears tuned in

- No, No," said Jim quickly, "Thank you for doing that I just have a lot on my mind," Howled the boy grabbing his stomach, which was hurting him. Certainly its bruised - He doesn't want to talk about it - he added after a while breaking the subject - But where is this place? - Asked the boy as he threw the broken totem on the ground

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[troublesometrollhunters]

Reader: Sitting in Blinkies library reading a book.

Angor Rot: Hi there. Remember that time you showed me love and affection by sparring me and defending me from Morgana?

Reader: ...?

Angor Rot: Well I'm here to stay now. I got feelings. Thats how it works. You showed me human kindness. Something I'm not used too. But hey you did it, you fucked up. I'm your problem now.