#troll!jacques

Jhandar under the moonlight...

It’s my first day since coming to my senses...

I... I don’t really know what to put here. Everything seems so surreal... even me just typing on my laptop feels completely weird!

Anyway... it’s been a week since... since I changed. Only a week, huh? It feels like forever...

It’s not the same anymore. My heavy touch feels amplified tenfold, my brain’s not thinking like I used to. Hell, I even lost my piano hands! I can’t eat normal human food anymore, having succumbed to the recycling bin. At least I’m doing something more environment-friendly than anyone else.

But... it’s difficult. I can’t change back to my normal self. I’m stuck looking at a mirror and seeing a horrendous image of yourself staring back. I can’t hold things properly. I can’t fit in my own room anymore... I have to sleep outside most of the time. I’m angrier than ever, yet I hold helplessness in the same regard.

This was me.

My old me, at least.

A young bard living the musical life inside his father’s tavern in Arcadia. A young man who had dreams and goals in his mundane life. A young teenager who had friends and family who could support him every step of the way.

But then, I got curious.

Fast forward months later and this is how I end up. A troll.

A troll! Of every conceivable being known to man’s wildly extensive imagination, I end up becoming one who feared sunlight. One who lived underground, beneath the world I used to live in.

And what’s even worse, I find out I’m Gunmar’s long-lost son. How is that even possible? I’m human.

Oh, boy... This is going to be fun.

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