#suniva oc

As, if I do not write it down, I'll probably overshadow it or forget it. Also make it noted, these are my headcanons I tend to use for my AUs. So, if you do not agree, I call it wise to not continue reading.

Jim, Claire and Toby: All 15 at the start and 16 at the end of the show.

Steve: 18 at the start and 19 at the end of the show.

Eli: 14 at the start and 15 at the end o the show.

Barbara: 40

Blinky: 4300 (43 in human years)

AAARRRGH!!!: 4500 (45 in human years)

Draal: 2300 (23 IHY)

Vendel: 8000 (80IHY)

Bular: 3200 (32 IHY)

Angor: 2700 (27 IHY)

Strickler: 4000 (40 IHY)

Nomura: 2800 (28 IHY)

Otto: Unknown

N. Henrique: 2000 (20 IHY)

Hisirdoux: 1900 (19 physically and mentally)

Krell: Aproximately 19 (Physically and Mentally)

Aja: Aproximately 19 (Physically and Mentally)

Varvatos: Aproximately 60 (P&M)

Zadra: Ap. 45

And these are the only relevant ones for now.

However, if anyone is curious about my OCs...

Avaluna: 3200 (32 Physically and Mentally)

Suniva: 2800 (28 Physically and Mentally)

Aterraoth: 4600 In the present day (46 IHY)

“I don’t know how you convinced Vendel to agree to this!” Blinky laughed as he handed the balloons to Suniva. 

“Well, he was not fond of it. But he did say so long as we get to training right away…” She grinned, her dragon wings crackled in the air, warm and ready. 

Her sister finished setting up the last decorations, turning up and grinning at the sight of the trollhunters with the pointy hats. The spirits weren’t as happy, many were disgruntled, however this was not for them. Blinky had offered for more people to greet the trollhunter, but she advised against it; the week had been overwhelming enough.

“Are you ready for the ritual tonight? It is important that everything is set so that our favour is well.” The older sister warned while stringing more balloons onto the forge.

“Yes, yes, sister! I got all under control!” Suniva giggled, landing next to her sister. “It’s not different from all the other rituals of binding! Besides, the Eternal Flame is more than used to me.”

Avaluna grimaced, “Used or not, it is imperative that you are ready for what may come. The ritual is important; it has always been.”

“And I know that, sis! It's gonna be fine!” She smiles, just as she glimpses the entry of Trollmarket and sees the Trollhunter entering. “For now, we have celebrations to attend to.”

Her expectations were turned upside down, however, as Jim wasn’t very happy, which was easy to see from the get-go. Though he did not seem to dislike the intention, indeed, he seemed quite thankful. 

“Happy birthday, Jim! We hope you live many years longer!” The older sister smiled, handing Jim a small box. 

Suniva laughed cheerfully, putting her much larger box on top of her sister’s. “I hope you enjoy my gift as well! I wasn’t exactly sure what to get you, so I improvised! But I am very happy with it! Should be useful!”

Jim is unsure of his words, putting the gifts down for a moment to turn to them, with thankfulness and a forced smile on his lips. “Thank you… I… Appreciate? It?”

“You hate it.” Suniva was quick to read. “Or maybe you hate something else?”

“I… Prefer not to talk about it…” He puts the gifts away from harm and turns back. “So… Erm… are we training today?” 

The sisters look to one another, confused at this unexpected question. “Well. We can, but it is gonna be short! You’re not the only one with a big day ahead of you!” Suniva winked, moving towards the arena’s many levers to get the training ready. 

Blinky patted the boy’s back, smiling, “Well, master Jim! You have a glorious point. There’s nothing better than training on their day of birth, to avoid their day of death!”

Jim chuckled weakly, moving quickly into the arena as the sun sister called. Avaluna approached him and Toby, just as curious as Blinky, she had gathered that there was a missing element in Jim’s life, as she looked through his school records. So when the conundrum queried why the boy seemed so sparkless in a day when he should be brightest, and Toby explained the circumstances in which the trauma occurred, the trainers understood.

Avaluna, too, couldn’t help but feel a certain tingle of understanding. Her first birthing day without her father figure was certainly a day she’d never forget either.

- - - 

Later on in the day, the moon wizard collected the moonflowers needed for the ritual, her sister sat at the edge of the clearing, braiding the fire-lilies into a bouquet, while their brother turned yesterday-today-and-tomorrows into a flower crown. All of them moved quietly and with precision, motions they had been doing for centuries; of course, they had to evolve, taken that some of the things they used to use were not as easy to find as they once were. Thankfully, their deities were understanding, and they were good at finding decent substitutes. 

Suniva finished braiding the flowers; they glistened in the sunlight as her mind tried to think back to her time with their master. “Do you remember your birthdays? Back when we were apprentices?”

Avaluna joined her siblings as she began arranging the flowers. “I do not think he knew our birthdays, not exactly anyways. Why?” 

The sun wizard sighed, thinking. “I remember he’d celebrate with us though… It was nice…”

“Oh yeah! He used to take us to the lake for my birthday. Make those little puddings by the fire, remember?” Douxie reminisced about a time when they made brownies without even knowing what they were. “And we would count the constellations we could see, and he’d let me before I knew they were the same every day, each year.”

“Oh, I do remember that… He told us he’d never forgive us if we broke the magic… Even though it was not magic at all! Hahaha!” Suniva giggled. “He’d take us to town for mine, I think! He’d give me gold and tell me to spend the day shopping! It was so fun!”

The younger siblings chuckled to each other, then they stopped and fell silent until they turned to Avaluna. “Hey sis? What did he do for your birthday? Now that I think about it, I don’t think I remember celebrating it.”

The oldest sibling chuckled, lifting the heaviness off the air. “Master knew I was not fond of big celebrations or acts… I celebrated my birthing day in the forest, flying under the moonlight, surrounded by fae. You were both asleep by then.”

Suniva gasped,     offended now, “YOU HAD A FAE PARTIES AND DIDN’T INVITE ME?!” 

“Sister, you would not have made it out of my celebrations. Without the sun to strengthen you, the fae would have dragged you deeper and deeper into their realm. So Master and I decided that it would be a better alternative to not have either of you join.” 

The explanation made sense, though Suniva’s pout remained, making the elder sister laugh as she finished weaving together the wraith. At which point, the sun was already falling, allowing for the moon to appear and shine. The three of them moved solemnly, using their magic to change quickly into proper clothes as they went deeper into the woods, past the sigils they’d hidden, past the barriers they'd raised in the past. 

The area they had settled centuries ago stood preserved. The flowers bloomed as Douxie approached, butterflies fluttered as they did, and moths glided to where he moved; Suniva was quick to light the pyre she smithed, black iron turned bright red with the heat from the flame; and Avaluna’s windchimes sounded sonorously as the crystals clinked, almost wording welcomes as she had finally returned to them. The eldest turned confidently to her siblings. Suniva already stood barefoot on the grass, and Douxie strummed his well-tuned lyre. 

The moon-wizard filled her lungs, then spoke melodiously, “Gratias tibi agimus quod nos elegisti. Gratias tibi agimus pro vita quam praebuisti. Hic convenimus, in nomine tuo.” While she sang, Sunniva danced, right to left, waving her body like the flame before her, steps sure, almost lighting sparks. All while Douxie followed, the sound of his lyre as he followed his sisters brought all plants to face him. “Ut laudes canamus, o superbi. O Ventus Septentrionalis, o Custos Flammae, o Silva Aeterna. Visne te liberis quos elegisti hoc momento iungere?”

As she finished her song, snowflakes came from the north, forming the shape of the embodiment of the North Wind, with their cloak of shadows and crown of bones. From Suniva’s flame rose the form of the Flame Keeper, their giant pectoral eyes independently moving until they fixed on her. Then, finally, from the patches of flowers emerged an emerald deer that soon transformed itself before Douxie’s eyes, turning into the well-known elven form of the Eternal Forest’s host. The Arcane Order stood before them, and united, the siblings bowed in reverence.

“Stand,” Bellroc called the three to the three wizards, who followed. “As you have called, we have answered. Our most loyal followers. Our most trusted harnesses. We greet you, as you’ve greeted us with hospitality.”

The three deities bowed in turn, making a smile pass through their chosens lips. Then, they turned their backs, Skrael flying high to the sky, Bellrock slithering into the cave behind them, and Nari skipping into the woods. The wizards all nodded, gathering their offerings and taking them as they followed. Avaluna took to the skies, Suniva to the underground and Douxie through the bush. All were ready to bestow their gifts upon the beings that gave them the powers they honed to that day. 

As soon as Avaluna reached the clouds, she was swept by a current of winds and clouds, chuckling as the cold tickled her. “HAHAHAH!!! Please! Please ahahahahah lord Skrael! Hah, stop it! hehe!!”

Soon it did stop, and she was cushioned softly on a dense cloud, the small crystals kept from pinching her by her cloak. The arcane of the North Wind appeared, smile cutting his lips as the dead flesh he wore stretched. “Avaluna Ambrosious Wylt! It has been a year!”

“Yes, it has! As per our agreement.” She smiled back. “I have brought you offerings of the past year. So the future might be kind.”

“And what offerings would these be?” Skrael grinned even wider, the corners of his mouth shredding open.

The wizard put her hands inside the basket, producing three jars of colourful contents. “I bring you the sweets of this year’s harvest, survivors of the waters you’ve sent.” He took it gracefully, opening one, delighted at its scent. She then produced a pelt from a great deer, the fur soft and scented of cinnamon. “Then I bring new skin, to weather through snow and waters, to sheath your form, even if unable to feel the sting of death.” He took it warmly, shedding the old, cold, rotten skin and wrapping himself in the new skin, his grin once necrotic, now the welcoming display he intended. Finally, she produced the wreath of moonflowers, softly raising it to him, “Then finally, I give you this wreath of moonflowers, representations of you, to show that even in today’s unforgiving world, there will forever be those who witness you even in the smallest things.”

The god took it and crowned himself; the wind, once howling, now calmed. “Thank you for your gifts, Avaluna, of Phocis, Avaluna Ambrosious. My protected…” The god took one of the jars, cutting it clean in half with its contents remaining in the halves. “Eat with me. Tell me, what have you in your heart to keep that tenseness in your features?”

Avaluna turned to him, feeling her soft smile fade away. With her hand, she scooped the jam and ate it slowly. The sweetness was good, just as she had made it. Once she felt soothed enough, she turned to her deity. 

“I have… been fighting demons of my past.” She spoke, keeping her tone as calm as she could while the arcane member watched. “Bular the Butcher… He has been terrorizing this town in search of his father… and some believe he’s close to it…” The god continued quiet, and that made Avaluna’s uneasiness worse. “I need your foresight, Skrael of the North Wind. Please, assist in my vision, grant me a sight into what may happen.”

The god stared at her, head tilting as he engulfed the jam and placed the empty half back into the basket. “I agree to give you a vision into a clear future. But it may not be what you wish to see…”

“I have nothing I want to see.” She clarified.

But the cackle from the winter spirit denied her. “Oh, but there is… See, I recall many centuries ago, when you summoned me, tears streaked your eyes. You told your dear siblings you were saddened over the deaths from the Battle of Killahead, but you told me the truth…” He moved, sitting beside her. “You told me, that you had been betrayed by the one you now call a demon… You told me the promise you had screamed from your heart. But that was no promise now, was it?”

The words of Skrael were true, but they did not change her mind. “I still view it as a promise.”

“One you’ll break, if you have not already.” They smiled softly. “I will not shame you when you do. For a fact. You have treated me nicely all these centuries, and I replied in kind. The spoils from the other wizards are coming less, however.”

“We are… doing our best.” 

“I know, I am not here to blame you! I know times are changing, and thankfully, you human wizards kept your oath.” He states, levitating in front of her once more, extending his hand to hers. “Now. Will you accept my vision?”

She watched his hand for a moment, then rose hers, touching the icy fingers as her vision crystallized. Through the crystals, images flashed. The bridge, the battle, Gunmar’s threat, Draal’s hand crumbling, Jim and the Butcher under the bridge and-

She gasped, the image that ended the vision embedded in her mind, crystal tears falling as thunder roared beneath her. 

“Bular will die…” 

“Indeed he will. Quite a sad death, perhaps. Pieces left to be forgotten or devoured… Personally, I find it a waste…” He mused, floating around. “Unless someone does something.”

[Canon?]

The Mediterranean was everything she ever thought it'd be, the salty air flowed through her ears, whispering things she knew her sister would understand better than her. The waves that crashed onto the side of the ship were soft and kind, the sun that set on the horizon warmed her skin one final time before retiring beneath the ocean.

And as it did, and shadows took over the prowl, it was her time to retire. But not before she awakened her shipmate.

Crawling under the deck, as silently as her boots allowed, she tapped her feet and in her hand a small flame was produced. Its light was enough to illuminate the dark chamber, revealing the net-hammock that hung, and more importantly, the sleeping troll in it. Suniva couldn't help but giggle as she approached, and he turned away from the light.

"Good evening, Angor!" She greeted, though he pretended not to hear her. "It's your turn!"

"Sunset already...?"

"Oh yes! And it's your turn to steer." She grinned, pushing him gently and making him sway on the hamock. "Come oooon~ or there's not gonna be dinner left for you~!"

Angor rolled his eyes just like he rolled out of the hammock, following the wizard up to the top deck. As he climbed out of the sight lower space, he stretched his back, feeling the joints on his back cracking. The pain subsided quickly and allowed a gentle smile to return to his features as he approached the woman who watched the water so intensely, before with fast-moving movements of her arms, she made a spear of water shoot into the boat unsuspecting fishes, who she quickly finished off with his dagger.

"Don't you have your own knife?! Why my dagger?!" He exclaimed, running to snatch it back with a slight panic.

Suniva did not fight him, but grinned at the affirmation. "Oh- but of coooourse. And do you might help me remember where my knife is?"

He was about to be snarky, when he recalled the incident from a few days earlier. "In... the ocean."

"Bottom of the ocean you mean. Sooooo..." She grinned widder, having won the argument.

The clay troll rolled his eyes, moving closer to clean the fishes. "Might as well since you got it all covered in fish blood."

The red haired woman cackled like a crow, deliberately patting his back with a hand covered in said fish blood. "Thanks Angoooor~!"

The sun was high in the sky, and Arcadia was ever so rustling and bustling as usual, with people moving and cars rolling down roads and streets. The park was the perfect place to bask in the sun’s energy. After all, it was easy— it was California. The summer’s warm heat was soft, and it reflected the bright colors of her tarot cards nicely as she shuffled and reshuffled them. 

The backs of her cards had an intricate design of a flowing river, with banks filled with wheat and grains, with falcons on each side. Carefully, watching the smoke of the incense flow off, she finds specific cards on the shuffled deck. Laying them down on a cup shaped organization, she reads it carefully, muttering under her breath. Lighting a lighter, she watches the flame dance on its opening for a second, it grew brighter for just a moment as she mentalized her conclusion.

She was right.

With relaxed shoulders, she sets down the lighter once again as the incense is quickly consumed and the last bits of smoke drift in the wind. Reading those cards had been something she always had pride in, wizards of all kinds had their methods of divination, hers was one of the hardest for its subjectivity. Avaluna herself also had a difficult divination, but even she, as the oldest, had difficulty reading cards. They bonded over it, as the eldest helped her perfect her technique, something she’d always be thankful for.

The sun-wizard was ready to pick her cards together once more, when a shadow was cast on the grassy floor she sat on. 

“Tarot! I have not seen that in a while!” The woman in front of her spoke, voice soft and excited. Her eyes indicated she was of asian descent, however Sunvia could not tell from where, her green eyes were almost as bright as her browns and her hair was black and draped down like ink. It almost reminded her of her sister centuries before the blue lights. “Pardon the intrusion! I was simply heading into the museum and couldn’t help but notice!”

“Oh it’s not a problem! Hope you don’t find it weird or anything!”

“Ah of course not! I always had a fascination for who could read these things!” The woman noted, smiling. “And that is a beautiful deck!”

“Thanks! I made it myself!” Suniva felt something off about the woman, there was dissonance in the sound of her aura. “Say… Why don’t I pull some cards for you?” 

The woman was surprised, but nonetheless, sat down on the blanket Suniva had stretchded out. “My name’s Zelda, though most know me as Ms. Nomura.”

“Well, you may call me Nini! Suniva smiled back, picking up her deck and shuffling it. “So tell me, anything in particular you’d want in your reading?”

Nomura thought about her words, turning her green eyes to the other once again. “I do have a business meeting in a few weeks. Why not see how it’ll go?”

Suniva chuckles, giving the cards a bit more of a shuffle. “The cards cannot predict the future, it’s a funny misconception! But they can advise you about it!”

Paying attention to the sound of this lady’s aura, like a broken record, Suniva’s fingers dance on the edges of the cards as she draws five, arranged in a line. She observed the symbols, trying to keep calm as she watched the pictures twisting into meaning, moving beneath her eyes alone. The woman kept her eyes calm, watching her as she watched the cards.

“Alright, so! I see good things and bad things… I’m not sure what to make of it specifically… It’s like the reading is split in half? Well, anyhow…” Suniva smiled, pointing at the first card. “You see, this one says there’s praysal in your future, you have something someone else wants and they’re gonna be happy you have it!” She moved on to the second card. “Though, these ones say there’s some conflict in your future as well… Old scars opening up again as well as… A lot of anger that’s been repressed.” She points to the fourth one, a huge building that had cracks, to her upside down, with bricks falling like dust. “And this one… This one says really bad things will happen. You will crumble, probably be at your worst. But then…” She points to the last one. “All will be well, there’s always always calm after the storm and soon, you’ll be surrounded by friends. Everything will work out!”

Zelda clutched a fist, nodding along. “Wow! That’s a very good explanation! It kinda makes sense too! It’s… Hope bringing!”

“Meh, what can I say? I like bringing hope whenever I can!” She smiles. 

A man walks behind them, patting Nomura’s shoulder. “Ms. Nomura! We’re gonna be late to the meeting.” 

The woman gave him an annoyed look, frowning deeply before turning her head to the woman once again. “Thank you for that Nini. I hope the reading comes true.” 

“Same to you, ‘Ms. Nomura’!” She smiles, nodding to the man respectfully. His aura sounded incredibly similar to hers, yet his was like an untuned orchestra. “Hope the meeting goes well!”

Before they left, Suniva managed to overhear them whispering to each other. The man with the turtleneck spoke first, she watched him from the corner of her eye. “Since when do you care for corner superstitions?”

“Since I had a bad night and like distractions, Strickler.” His name dripped like poison from the woman’s lips.

“Strickler” huh? That name was familiar, for a very obvious reason. Had that night not been the battle between Jim and Draal, she’d confront, but for now all she could do was burn the image of the two into her mind. Thinking about the situation, she pulled another card, looking into the eyes of the reversed moon. Blinded path and illusions. 

She sighed, getting up and going to her bike. The bright yellow fiery paint glinting under the sunlight, she felt the warm leather and hopped on, riding through the streets until she was off Arcadia. 

☀

When night descended upon Arcadia, the solar sister joined the children in Trollmarket. 

It was the last night of training before the rematch with Draal. Jim moved fast, reacting to everything around him, every blow and every click of mechanisms. It alerted him, it brought a reaction. This was, of course, a controlled environment, and the training there was nothing like the training she knew Draal to have. And yet, it was all the boy would get before such an event, he was ready, though she could tell he did not believe it.

He and Toby improved, her readings often were accurate, more accurate than what she gave credit for, yet there was a pressure on her throat she couldn’t shake off. 

By ending of training that night, she watched as Jim jumped when she approached.

“Ibi siste.” She called out, and Jim’s feet were stuck to the ground. 

He turned around, flushed and annoyed. “Hey! What gives?!”

“I wanted to talk. And you’re not running from me.” She insisted, walking up while shooing Toby. “Remember the exercises I passed you. It’ll make your joints feel better.”

“Thanks Suniva! Good luck Jimbo!”

When they were out of earshot, Suniva unstuck the boy’s shoes. “You been distracted, Trollhunter.”

“Oh, no! Just impending doom on my mind. No biggie.” The sarcasm made the sun wizard cackle, her laugh echoing in the room.

“Get used to it. It’s not gonna be the first time you have to deal with it.” She took her stance, golden armour shining as she challenged him. “On guard.”

He lunged at her, striking her trident with his sword, she defended, then he defended, switching roles in a dance. “Besides this supposed impending doom, what else is occupying your mind?”

Jim went quiet, for a moment Suniva thought she was being too harsh, then he started talking again. “I saw something the other day. In the museum. I swear it looked like the killahead bridge!” 

Suniva’s heart throbbed, she disarmed the trollhunter with a swift move, forcing him down and lowering her voice. “Are you sure it was it?”

He pulled out his phone, opening it on a picture sent to him from Toby’s phone, it was incredibly blurry and darkened. Almost impossible to make out what the image was. There was a faint resemblance, it was clearly an arch of some sort and seemed to be inscribed with something, though it was too hard to tell what it was. 

“I- I know it doesn’t look the part! But I swear Suniva! I swear it was it!” He begged, with desperation and honesty in his voice.

But simply a picture would not be enough, especially not one of that quality. “I believe you Jim.” 

“Really?!”

“Of course! You’re not someone who lies easily. So, I have no reason to not believe you!” She ruffled his hair, undoing her armour. “But I gotta say, you gotta take one battle at a time. Thank you for telling me. I’ll keep an eye out for you, but focus on fighting Draal.”

The boy’s shining eyes dimmed, disappointment clouding his mind. “I will. Okay.” 

“Nice.” She got up. “Forward that photo to me, okay? I’ll take a better look. Tomorrow’s your big night, you gotta rest and refresh. Your life is on the line.”

The boy nodded, moving off just as Blinky, Avaluna and Aaarrrgh joined her in the field. When he left and the doors closed behind him, they turned to each other. 

“He told you about the bridge.” Avaluna stated. 

Suniva nodded. “Did. But what do we do?”

“I mean- The picture was awful. There is no way to say with conviction what it was.” Blinky was dubious, of course, his reputation about conspiracy theories overshadowing his senses. “I know Master Jim would not lie about something so grave… I worry.”

“So do we, Blinky. I told ‘im to focus on his battle tomorrow.” Suniva stretched, tiredness getting to her. “I think it’s for the best that me and Ava deal with it.”

Avaluna nodded. “Did he tell you about the… Woman?”

“What woman?”

“According to Jim, the museum curator changed after hours.” The conviction in her voice was clear, bringing old rumors to the younger sister.

“Changelings? In Arcadia?”

“It seems so.” 

That was serious, very serious. “What does the museum curator look like as a human?”

“According to Tobias’ testimony, black straight short hair, bright green eyes and light skin.”

Suniva’s eyes widened once again, a shiver running down her spine. “I saw that woman earlier. Walking with Strickler into the museum.” The aura, the reading, now it made sense. “When I watched her aura, it was like it was a shattered record put together. Even her reading was… Like a double shot.”

“Strickler’s aura was the same when I saw it.” Both of them frowned. “If they are changelings, then there is a bigger threat about Bular than we previously thought.”

“He’s gathering an army. If the boys were right, which I think they were, then…”

“Then Killahead might really be being pieced together.” Blinky concluded, even Aaarrrgh’s fur rose. “Even then. It would take hundreds of changelings to piece the bridge! We certainly would’ve noticed…” The wizards looked among each other. “We would… Correct?”

“This is the first time me and my sister have seen a changeling in person…” Avaluna explained. “It is impossible to know how many there would be by now.” 

Blinky paced around, biting his fingers nervously. “This is terrible…”

The sun sister stepped forward, stopping Blinky before he went into a full breakdown. “We will take things slowly. For now, we support Jim for his fight tomorrow, then we follow up the supposed changeling threat.”

Her words were calm, calmer than he had ever heard her speak, her confidence had always been an anchor to those around her. The troll sighed, finally agreeing. The only thing they were all sure of is that there was a battle tomorrow which would end up deciding the future, whether they liked it or not.

☀

Trolls started clamoring the arena that night, from all corners of Trollmarket. Bets were being made, people were laughing, some of the more sympathetic and trusting ones actually worried for the trollhunter. Suniva and Avaluna, as well as Blinky and Aaarrrgh, waited at the door. Avid glances everywhere, greeting anyone they knew particularly, comforting anyone who actually believed in Jim.

Draal had walked past them to the other side of the arena, the side of the challenged. He saw the sisters, saw Suniva, usually when he was challenged she’d be warm and excited, now her angry eyes would have melted the crystals on his back if he got too close. So he walked away, huffing under his breath, returning the fire she sent his way. Avaluna sighed, knowing there was nothing she could do to stop them, but thanking it would be over soon.

Jim arrived, more energy than anyone thought would be possible, just as Vendel’s voice started rising through the arena. Avaluna had already explained Jim’s name and Jim’s mother’s name, so that part would go smoothly. They recapped the rules, then a surprising realization came.

“I was reading the book- and it mentions a beast that didn’t have grunknuts but soft flesh under the scales! Does Draal have a weak spot?!” 

Blinky reveled at the notion he was not the only reader (besides Avaluna) to have found use in the books, Suniva herself was more than pleased at him taking the move. 

As Jim was called inside, just as he headed inside, the solar wizard grinned and held the boy’s shoulder firmly. “He does.”

Then the gates shut. 

While the trio of trainer and wingmans watched from the gate, Suniva moved towards the stands, not even realizing her sister had disappeared from sight. 

From above, she watched next to Vendel and other bystanders.

“I hear you prepared him well.” The old goat stated.

“I did what I could. I said what needed to be said. Blinky did a lot of the work if I’m honest.”

The begrudging sigh was never lost on the woman. “Why do you all insist on relying os much on him, I’ll never understand.”

“It’s more Luna than me. She trusts him, and honestly? So do I. He’s been nothing but compassionate and patient, exactly where Jim needed. Like he used to do with Kanjigar and the others.” Vendel scoffed. “I know you’re worried Vendel. I can sense it, everyone can. But Jim’s not naive, neither are we. He will be ready, sooner than you think too.”

The fight escalated, Jim was now running from Draal, screaming at the top of his lungs. Vendell frowned, fearing his prediction was correct. The boy was frightened, running away, cowering. Suniva knew exactly what he believed in, living around him enough to know just how much the elder struggled with change. 

“I know change terrifies you Vendel.” She looked up. “I remember when I dyed my hair, you wouldn’t look at me.”

“It was undignified. You looked like a pink puffler bunny.” 

“You complained about all hairstyles I tried on.” She smiled calmly, picking a curl from her head and twisting it on her finger. “You only liked one… Which is the one I wore when we met.”

The old man’s hands closed in fists. “It suits you best…”

“But it’s not about the hair, is it?” She looked up, sitting on the barrier and watching Vendel attentively. “Trolls don’t change. But humans do. You’re afraid of that.”

There was a long pause, safe for the taunting from Draal and screams from the trollhunter. “Change has done nothing for me.” 

Suniva sighed, keeping watch intently of the battle, she then directed her words to Vendel. “It hasn’t been nice to me either… But change I learned, it’s not gonna stop comin’... So you either learn to accept it or it’ll destroy you.” Jim was on the ground again, Draal approaching menincily. Before the bigger opponent could react, he was kicked in the groin to the pain of all watching. Jim taking the opportunity he had his back turned to hide behind his blind spot, using it to move around. Suniva grinned widely, “B’sides… Not all changes are bad.”

Jim used the arena to his favor. 

A giant axe struck Draal, sending him to the other side of the arena and off the edge. There were collective gasps from the audience, but Draal was still alive, though hanging from the edge. 

A chant began, bystanders urging the trollhunter to finish the fight. 

Suniva knew this was coming, so did Draal when he accepted. Though a chill still made its way down her spine, her eyes glued to the scene. Draal had been horrible the past weeks, nothing like the boy she played with when she was younger, nothing like the little brother she helped to raise, nothing like the friend she trusted. Yet, she knew, she did not want his journey to end there, not then, not yet.

When Jim raised his sword, she watched his aura, it flowed like a flame. Strong, unyielding, angry even. But then… 

The sword came down.

And Draal was still alive. 

Jim helped him off the ledge, bringing him up once more. He was defeated… in more ways than one. 

The action was booed by most of the audience, as they had gone there to see more blood than what had been spilled. The trollhunter stood by his decision, raising his voice to the crowd, beginning a speech of warning about a threat above their heads. 

Suniva knew what he was planning on saying, ready to stop him when thankfully Blinky did, pulling him away as the crowd shifted to shaming Draal instead. 

He’d not be able to face Trollmarket anymore. 

She had not seen such a somber expression on him in a long long time, she pitied him, making the mental note to seek him after the battle. Perhaps now, humbled, he’d recognize what she had meant. Draal might be stubbron, even more than Vendle, but she knew he would honor his end of a deal, even if he hated it.

Winking to a shocked and thoughtful Vendel, she flew down, joining Jim and Toby and congratulating the young Trollhunter. 

“HA HAAAA!! I TOLD YA!! I TOLD YA YOU COULD DO IT!!!” her instincts acted first and she hugged the boy tightly, before realizing and letting him go. “Op! Sorry- force of habit!” 

“No worries-” Jim strained his back, now hurting double. “So… When can we focus on Killahead?”

As he asked, Vendell appeared, calling for Aaarrrgh and Blinky, as well as Suniva. “Right now! Go rest. We’ll handle the old goat.”

Avaluna sat in her office, now much more decorated, she had just had the visit of a few students and was reorganizing a few files when the brunette boy walked in with a defeated sigh. Avaluna quickly understood, apparently the mission of making sure the goblins didn’t eat Jim’s classmate wasn’t as successful as Blinky had reported, taken the boy seemed beaten up. He sat down on the couch near her table, throwing his head back.

Before she could ask, he spoke. “Did Blinky say anything…? About last night?”

The wizard tilted her head, putting down her files, she sat on a chair near him, true psychologist style. “He told me it was successful, that your friend was not the target and you escaped with your lives.” 

“Did he tell you how I didn’t… I didn’t kill the gnome?” 

Avaluna tilted her head, urging him to continue. The young one vented to her, about his incapability of taking a life, of the weight that decision had on him, about how it seemed unfair to the gnome. The counselor listened, understanding, and saddened. Then he told her of Blinky’s reaction to finding Chompsky in the dollhouse, as well as Suniva. The moon wizard frowned when hearing of her sister’s harshness. 

“... I don’t know… It’s all just so… Confusing…” He sighed once more, pressing his eyes with his palms. 

Avaluna watched with compassion, smiling softly. “Nothing magical is anything but confusing. It is a bit like what you humans call ‘chemistry’, sometimes the same things will have a plethora of different compatibilities which may cause the most confusing of results.” The boy looked at her, dubious, yet somewhat appeased. “Yes, you did not follow the second rule. But there have been others who changed rules in the past, Gorgul The Gentle for one, took six centuries before he ever used of the second rule, many times, his calm disposition disarmed his enemies. Kanjigar himself, most times was merciful with his foes.” She helped him to his feet, smiling softly. “You are the Trollhunter now, you arc with the consequences for your actions. That is not to say your consequences will be negative. Taking a life should not be something expected, if you do not have to, then I see not a reason why you should.” 

Jim take a deep breath, nodding to her with a smile. “Thank you, Miss Lunalima.” 

“Glad to help.” 

She opens the door to Jim, though his shocked expression. She turns around and finds the history teacher at the threshold, his stare towards the both of them was a mix of softness and apathy. Though when his eyes fell on the Trollhunter, it held the same confusion they now expressed.

“Ah! Young Atlas! I didn't think I'd find you here.” As he said so, Avaluna kept a professional stance. “We’ve not had time to introduce ourselves properly, Miss Lunalima. I am Mr. Strickler, social studies teacher. Though I was informally known as the ‘unpaid Counselor’ by my students.” 

He offered his hand for a handshake, Avaluna was always cautious of those, for a foul deal was always sneaking around her work. Though, as there was nothing implied, she shook it, feeling as be held a tad aggressively to her hand. “A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Strickler. Indeed we did not have much time! I was quite busy setting up my new office.” 

The teacher turned once more to his student, “Well run along, Young Atlas, lunch time is over. You should be going for coach's class now.” 

“Yeah! Right away!” The boy turned to the wizard, a smile on his lips. “Thank you! Miss Lunalima! Bye Mr. Strickler!”

“Bye Jim.”

“See you in class Young Atlas!” 

Both said their phrases at the same time. 

Then Strickler turned to her once more, still a sympathetically empty smile in his lips. “Would it be alright if I came in? It is a personal tradition of mine to always get to know my new colleagues as soon as possible!”

“Of course! That sounds like a great idea!” Pretending not to see through the façade, she let him in with another smile, closing the door and sitting at the chair while gesturing to the couch. 

Strickler took in the room as he sat, scanning through everything, from the books to the statues and crystals. “Why I see you've made yourself at home already!”

“Indeed, I had quite a few things to bring from Brazil.”

“Oh? You're Brazilian?” His tone was of genuine surprise. 

“Ah! Yes, well. My parents were Greek, but lived in Brazil for most of their adult years. I was raised there, in fact.” Lying about ones past life was easy, when you coated it with a heavy dose of truth. “What about you? Where's the Strickler family's origins?”

“Oh well, most of my family is Bulgarian. Yet myself was born I'm Britain, but after living in America So long, you loose A good chunk of the accent.” He smiled, catching a glimpse of a coffee maker near her desk. “Oh? You brought a coffee maker with you?”

She turned to look at it, understanding the cue she got up to make some. “Ah, yes. I learned the students are not allowed to drink the coffee from the teacher's lounge. Though, for some, I thought it nice to have some available.”

“You are indeed very thoughtful.” He nods, “Would you have espresso perhaps?” 

“Mhm.” She makes her latte, then an espresso, putting it in separate cups. “So? How is the rest of the faculty? I have not had proper time to meet them myself.”

“Well, Ms. Janet works hard as the math teacher and Theather coordinator, however her passion for one is clear over the other. Señor Uhl, the Spanish teacher, has a reputation of being quite brash and strict, but he has his students' best Interest at heart. Coach Lawrence is a bit… Aloof, but also competent in his work.” He lists, quite mechanically.

“Interesting. I cannot wait to meet them better myself.” She sits, sipping from the coffee, the sweetened taste soothing her senses. “You seem rather close to Jim, though ‘Young Atlas’ is quite an interesting choise of nickname don’t you think?”

Strickler turns to her, a bit of a calmly confused look in his eyes. “Well I admit, Jim has become quite a protectee under my tutelage. His mother is single, he is the only one in the house for most of the day. When I found out he was cooking for himself, his mother and best friend? I pitied him, I must say.” 

She nodded, taking in that information, if it was true or not she would question the boys. “Even then, that nickname doesn't sound appropriate.”

“Oh?” He now looks at her, almost a challenging stare. “And why's that?”

She puts the coffee aside, fixing her posture and reflecting his glance. “For one, Atlas held the sky on his shoulders, not the world. Secondly, besides reminding him that he has been supporting his own heaven on his shoulders, the nickname is nothing but quite the cruel joke.”

Through his shattered aura, Avaluna can feel shame and something else, even if it was too shattered to tell. “Perhaps you are right. Perhaps that nickname is not as kind as I intended. However, I do care a lot for Jim. He’s a kindhearted young man. And has difficult dealings as is.”

“Indeed. He’s not confided in me much, however I see in his files he only has his mother as his assigned guardian… I can only deduce of course, however, it doesn’t take much to do so.” Avaluna finished her latte, setting the cup aside, she smiled. “I can assure you, Mr. Strickler, that the boy is in good hands. Same with every other student in the school.” 

The man nodded, a gentle and kind smile on his face. The man got up, also having finished his coffee. “I hope your time in Arcadia Oak’s High is a happy one, our town is truly magical.” 

“Oh, I know. My brothers lived here and that is exactly how he sees it.” She smiled kindly, watching him go out the door. 

Walter stopped, however, noticing the charm on the door. “Ah, I forgot to mention! Nice charm you have.”

“Thank you, it’s supposed to protect against bad energies!” Her smile did not waver as she closed the door. 

Alone again, Avaluna sighed. Returning to her desk, she sat down, now able to think clearly about what she witnessed. 

The man called “Mr. Strickler” had… Something for an aura. It was like he had two creatures fighting, truly, it was as if he was made of two beings. She had never seen anything like that. All the other faculty members seemed normal, yet he wasn’t. She had never seen a soul like that, shattered. It was even harder to read. One part of the soul, it was recoiled, hiding behind the other, which for all she accounted for sounded like a normal human soul. The “normal” human soul meanwhile displayed quite a few emotions.

Fear.

Sadness.

Shame.

Care.

Anger.

Resentment…

Those were simply a few, only the ones she could clearly see at least. Yet there were some, some more complex ones, that hid so far from sight there was no way of knowing. 

There was something really wrong there. 

She needed to know more. 

—

“Alright, this, Toby, will be perfect for you.” Suniva smiled, presenting the redhead with his new weapon. “A warpick.”

The redhead’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped, fawning over his weapon. It was a heavy pick, it had several carvings in it of a serpentine beast which was cut in half by a orange jewel. The handle was smooth metal as well, much like the blade, it was covered in leather for better grip. It’s copper-coloured metal shining through. He held it, getting a feel for the material and weight. 

“Awesome sauseeeeee!!” He cheered, swinging it around and feeling it’s weight.

“It’s right up your alley, heavy enough to cause damage, but light enough that you can hold it with ease. When you learn to use it, which Blinky will be glad to teach you…” They turn to Blinky, who’s continuing to train Jim for the next battle. “Once he’s done with Jim.” 

The redhead frowns as he watches, turning to the sun wizard. “Look… I… Thanks a lot for training Jim and all… But…” His worry was clear in his face. “You’re… You’re sure, like ABSOLUTELY SURE that… That he will make it out of the rematch alive?”

Suniva turned to Toby, blinking a bit in confusion as she did so. She had told them what it meant to challenge a troll’s honor, of course, it was a valuable piece of information to keep from them. The solar sister turns from the boy to the Trollhunter, watching as he skillfully weilded his weapon under Blinky’s teachings to guide the strikes. He was getting better, honing his abilities, learning to control fear. But there was still a lot to get better, and if she was honest, just by watching him, she didn’t know the answer. 

Not when she knew Draal was out for blood like he was.

Returning her gaze to Toby, the sun wizard smiled, though her brow was furrowed. “Right now, friend? It’s too early to tell. But… I am quite certain, by the time danger comes, he’ll be ready.” 

The answer was clearly not what he was looking for, but for the time being, he seemed calmed. The sound of crashing came from the center of the arena, the duo looked only to find Jim had destroyed the dummy he practiced against, impailing it’s “face” with Daylight. Both cheered, and upon witnessing the boy’s tiredness, Suniva called him to rest while Toby took up training with his new war pick. Jim pondered on the choice of weapon, questioning Suniva.

“Like- Are you sure a sword wouldn’t be better?”

“Jim, my boy, if it was my will? You’d not even have a sword t’ begin with!” She admitted as both leaned back to watch Toby train. “Having an amplitude of weaponry range makes it a lot easier to overcome your opponents. They’ll come ready for you and your sword, but they won’t be expecting your squire to hold a pickaxe!”

Although more clumsy than Jim and a lot less prepared, Toby swung the pickaxe with fortitude, striking the new dummy in the arm. There was some reluctance, when mentioned not all his targets would be… Well, inanimate objects, but Blinky’s encouragement seemed to work well as comfort. The boy quickly threw his pick for another swing, embeding the sharp point into the arm of the dummy. 

“He seems to be doing well on training.” The voice of Avaluna startled Jim, who screamed, jumping away and startled Blinky and Toby. Her sister standing as she was unphased. “I am sorry, Trollhunter. I did not mean to frighten you.”

“How- When-?!” He questioned pointing at the moon wizard then in the direction of the Forge’s entrance not too far.

“Oh, I only just got here. Owl wings are quite silent when flying!” She announced, finally retracting them. “May I steal my sister a moment?” 

Suniva frowned, walking alongside her sister to a more quiet place in the forges stands, where they continued to watch the training session from above. 

“Jim has told me what you said about the ‘gnome situation’.” Avaluna began, not looking at her younger sister. “You were quite harsh.”

“He spared a gnome. If he’s willing to do that! What will he do when he’s faced with a bigger threat?” She sighed. “Blinky would’ve told you. He can’t just… Not finish a fight! It’s troll rules! Trollhunting etiquete! As Kanjigar would say.” 

“Yes, but those rules were made in times when fighting was of the essential. When WAR reeked into homes and DEATH rained from every cardinal direction.” Avaluna put a hand on Suniva’s shoulder, her bright eyes turning to the eldest. “Those rules were made for trolls. Trolls that were hardened by the life they lived and even more by the places they were raised. Who knows how history would have turned if there had been more mercy?”

“Well, ‘mercy’ has never done any good by me.” She sighed, watching as Jim rejoined the circle, now fighting against Toby on a legitimate spar. “Mercy could be the end of him…”

“Or, it could lead a better path.” Avaluna watched as well.

For Suniva, it was two warriors fighting, as it had always been. 

For Avaluna, she saw two boys, who had been dragged into a magical world with no better knowledge and that marked a new age of Trollhunting.

“Never in the amulet’s life, has there been a human trollhunter. Perhaps, my sister, this symbolizes that there are changes to our world. A world where there is more humanity in battles.” She gestured to the battle, of the two humans that now spared in the arena. 

Jim managed to disarm Toby, who was laughing as his best friend helped him up. 

“Heh… I remember when we began sparring.” Avaluna mused. “You always won.”

“Well, yes, but you also beat me at every spell! I took ages to get to your level.” Suniva chuckled, but then her features saddened again, thoughtful before she spoke. “I’ll ease up on them. And do a few card pulls.” 

“I think that would be lovely, sister.” 

They returned to gazing at the arena, where now both humans were being given a lecture about Troll history, all while the two continued sparing. It was then they caught a glimpse of Toby managing to push Jim’s sword from his hand, with both celebrating as he did. Suniva herself cheered from the stands, together with Avaluna who clapped politely from where she stood.

—

As they all exited the Forge, there was a distant call by a known crystal back. 

“Suniva!! Hey!! Suni!!” Draal seemed cheerful, completely ignoring the group and instead focusing on the sun-wizard. Who barely seemed to register him there. “Me and the others are coming to the pub! We’re playing Glug-gnome! Come join!”

The Trollhunter and his friend continued on his way with Blinky and Aaarrrgh in tol, only Avaluna remaining to watch the scene, more for the safety of Draal than anything else. Suniva watched as the rest of the group left her vision, before turning a glare at Draal, her lips twisted in a spiteful snare before she flew away, returning to the forge and shutting the door behind her. The crystal back watching in disappointed astonishment, huffing through it.

“You have not apologized,” Avaluna commented. “You know she will not falter on her promise.”

“She insulted my father! And I am supposed to apologize?!” He growled, anger just as fierce as Suniva’s.

Avaluna sighed, approaching and looking the troll in the eyes, “You have also called her a witch. You are not a fool to what that symbolises. I do not agree to what she has said either, however you know far too well your behaviour thus far is also reprimendable and furthermore childish!” 

Draal avoided her stare, he might not have his father, truth be told he lost him far before his death, yet he had too much respect for Avaluna. Her scolds felt cold as ice, and burned like a flame. 

Still, he knew to stand his ground. “When I prove her wrong. I’ll be the one wanting an apology.”

The moon-wizard shook her head, if they looked any more alike, she could swear Draal and Suniva had the same stubbornness. “Mayhaps you will see yourself with less one ally.” 

The Trollmarket’s library had never been of the bustling sort, thankfully, that is. It was in the care of, and mainly visited by, one troll.

Waltzing inside the bookeep, Avaluna took a moment to breathe in the volumes, much more ancient than any on the surface besides her own. The figure of the conundrum she searched for was still unseen, though, quickly she knew not for long. Picking up one of the volumes on a pile and sitting on the chair next to it, she smiled softly as the gasps of the two trolls filled the cave.

“I thought you would be done with Lekary’s collection of Beastkeeper tales! Do you still need me to craft those reading glasses?” She put the bookmark back where it was, got up and was wrapped in a four-armed hug.

“Avaluna! So great to see you, milady!” 

Avaluna chuckled, “Blinkous… You know you do not need the formalities with me!” 

“Why with someone of your standing! Of course I would be on my best behaviour!” He bowed, only to get back up again and hug her once more. “But I won’t deny I am so glad there’s another being that I can discuss troll lore with!”

“Indeed I would love to reminisce with you about such tales. But there is a duty, and much I do not know, and your knowledge would be of the most useful variety!” Behind the conundrum, appeared the grubera she knew far too well. “Argumont! It is so great to see you as well!”

She hugged the friendly giant, who was very gentle with his strength. “Good to see you again!” 

“Truly is, my friend! Oh! I have brought gifts to both of you!” She rummages through her bag, then hands Aaarrrgh a trinket, a sculpture of a flower made with red clay, delicately painted with dots and different colours. “It was given to me by a troll cacique! It will always smell as your favourite flower!” The grubera was happy, holding it carefully and scenting it. Turning to the six-eyed troll again, the girl retrieves and hands a heavy textbook. “And this! Is a collection of the Brazilian troll history I managed to gather! It is as complete on all five human and ten troll regions of the country!”

The happy sounds that emanated from Blinkous brought an even warmer smile to the woman as he excitedly flipped through the pages. “Oh you truly know how to make a scholar’s heart swell!”

“It takes one to know another!” Her semblance did take a more somber shadow, as much as she wished to reminisce, there was a job to be done. “Now, I wish it was a better time to talk about what the past 300 years have been for the two of you and Trollmarket. However, there is a job to be done. And your input would be most appreciated.”

Blinkous sighed, understanding exactly what she was referring to. “Did Vendel call you?”

“He sent a letter and told me and my sister, telling us that the amulet chose a human for the first time in all the centuries that it has been active. He is nervous about it, and has requested for me and my sister to come by and make sure everything is going to be okay.” 

“Unsurprising… He doesn’t trust the training I’ve done so far.”

“Blinky, it has nothing to do with your training. You know I have defended your methods even after Ulkar’s fall, letting Kanjigar take over the training of Trollhunters was not a choice neither mine nor Vendel’s, it was by popular vote.” The moonlit wizards sighed, that evening was not a pleasant one, nor were the decisions afterward. “Training a human is much different from training a troll, a human child then? It is incredibly different. I remember the process of getting Hisirdoux enrolled into Arcadia Oaks Academy, as well as faking all the documents necessary for all appliances and possible bills that might come, normal humans care about their children. If they were injured or disappeared, it might bring so much suspicion, they might find out about the underground.”

Blinkous shook his head, frowning and leaning on the table. “I also would have never dreamed of this happening. I was in hopes he’d be a wizard or wizarding apprentice like you.” 

“Indeed, but there is no record in the wizarding archaic of his name or soul. So, I am afraid to say, he is not.” She moved and put a hand on his back. “So, with many of these concerns, it is best to have people who have lived in that world to help guide the trollhunter.” 

The conundrum turned to the wizard, sighing heavily. “Why not your brother?”

“Douxie was charged with the beast keeping duties, besides library and coffee shop duties. He has no time. Me and my sister were on a diplomatic mission and now we are here.”

“Suniva came too?” Argumont questioned, looking around the volumes for the sun wizard. 

“She is with Draal, we agreed to meet when the trollhunter was on the way.” 

“Well. We shouldn’t have you wait much longer! I’ll fetch Master Jim!” Blinkous got up, swiftly marching towards the exit of the library. He stopped for a second, turning back. “We would still be able to chit-chat once today’s training was over, correct?”

“Of course! We have the entire day to converse after the trollhunter returns to the surface!” She smiled gently once again, watching as Blinky and Aaarrrgh left through the door. 

The wizard then turned to the books on the table, many were troll books, yet some were in reality much newer volumes of human psychology and anatomy. Knowing Blinky, it wasn’t surprising that he was researching the best ways of keeping the boy alive, and when there were not many human studies by trolls it wasn’t surprising he went to human sources. She wondered if he had gone to Douxie’s place to get them. With curiosity overtaking her at the sight of the smaller bits of paper poking out, she reached for it, taking it and opening the book, reading through the conundrum’s notes.

It was refreshing to be looking at the psychology of humans, the reading kept her busy for the hours that Blinky didn’t return. 

It even gave her an idea.

—---

Suniva and Draal sat in the hut, enjoying a few beverages, hers being mainly energy drinks and his the usual glug. They chatted for hours, many stories flying from their mouths in between swigs of drinks. They cackled together, reenacted their tales, occasionally slapped and punched each other jokingly. Having not seen each other in three centuries barely dented their friendship, if not made it stronger. 

Once the stories had been told and the effects of both drinks started to kick in, they leaned back on opposite ends of the room. Now with the caffeine doing the opposite of what it was supposed to, with her mind slowing down, she took in the home of her dear friend. 

It still had all the items it had when she left with her sister, all the weapons on the walls and leaned on corners, shelves stocked with food and traps for gnomes lining the corners. His bed was still the same unkept mess it had always been, and… Her eyes wandered to Kanjigar’s side of the hut, kept neat and organized. The previous trollhunter and historian had left it just like that, with a mug still on the side of his bedding with some of his books layered on top. 

With a heavy sigh, she turns to the troll in front of her. Extending her aura, she’s able to feel the sadness hiding behind the happiness of the reconnecting they did. 

“Have you gotten all his pieces yet?” Her question was soft, as she tilted her head and gazed at the troll that had lifted his head, only to lower it again.

“Everything we could…” Draal was never one for talking about emotions, he was very much a punch-first troll.

“Do you want help with the proceedings?” 

“No… I’ll start piecing him together once that flesh bag is out of here…” He puts aside the glug, taking one of the bits of cooled coal and eating it. “I’m not disgracing my father with the Hero’s Forge being taken over by that… Pretender!” 

“Draal… He is not a fake. He’s been chosen just like every other trollhunter.” 

“But he is NOT a troll! He’s a sad wimpy fleshbag!” He snarled, huffing and biting down into another crumbly fuel. 

“At one point I was a ‘wimpy fleshbag’ and no one seems to mind me being one of the key advisors to trollmarket.”

“You know magic. It’s different. You were RAISED with trolls, for Deya you know me since I was a whelp like you!” He scoffed again. “How can you not see that?! Let’s all be honest, EVERYONE would rather if I had been the trollhunter! It was meant to be!”

“No, it wasn’t.” Suniva frowned, tossing her energy drink bottle at him, which he swallowed whole. “Drall, being a trollhunter is not based on descendancy, it has its own choosing style and we have no idea how but one thing we DO know is it's not by family line!” 

“Even if it was! There’s no troll better suited than me!! I was RAISED for the mantle!” 

Suniva moaned heavily again, pinching the bridge of her nose, he was one stubborn troll. “It’s. Not. Hereditary. I’m glad you wanted to be the next trollhunter! But I’m sorry it does not work like that!” 

The troll growled and hit his fists onto the ground, anger filled with disappointment. She sighed, approaching him, it wasn’t like he scared her in the slightest. Her hand rested on his shoulder, the touch bringing him to his feet. 

“My father was a great warrior and so I will be.” 

Suniva frowned and rolled her eyes. “You are. Get some rest, okay? I can sense the arrival of the trollhunter… I gotta go.” She paused before the exit, turning back with a kind smile once again. “Hey! Let’s race tomorrow night! I bet I can still reach the lake before you!” 

Angor: No. Do not.

Suniva: Oh MY GODS!!

Angor: STOP IT!!

Suniva: Please. PLEAAAASE!

Angor:....

Angor: fine.

- 20 minutes later -

Suniva: *proud of herself and with impecable eyeshadow*

Angor: *Also impecable eyeshadow*

Everyone else: ... sooooo...?