Kill The Princess
-A Trollhunters Fanfiction-
-By Crystallion12-
The Trollhunter is alone in the Darklands. Bular was slain. Now his three siblings fight for the Throne. As tensions rise in the Human World, and a new race of terrifying Gumm-Gumms threaten to kill every last baby and child, the Trollhunter faces new challenges all on his own. Gunmar's eldest daughter, the Princess- Vulzala the Shadowbringer- is never far away.
[Rated T for gore, violence, dark/mature themes, possible use of explicit language. Reader discrimination advised.
-Season 2 AU.]
Prologue: Secrets and Murder.
Kill the Princess.
The glow faded. Two massive creatures glared at one another, hissing and snarling without meaning. Agitated, slowly one circled the other, slightly bigger, jagged, and rough, made of a hideous grey-green stone, like charred moss. One pointed a long, steely claw at an unconscious body on the floor. A pool of sticky, red-ruby, and ever-growing human blood was steadily covering the floor.
The glow returned, brighter now and quickly fading.
Use the boy.
Frustrated, the larger smacked his thick tail on the cold floor with a wet flop. Blood sprayed all over his hind-feet and ankles.
The other spread a pair of thin, ragged wings, and along the torn edges, curving, triangular stripes suddenly lit up with a haunting green glow that settled luminous and boldly against the beast's dark blue skin.
They flashed once, then twice in a rapid pattern, up and down the edge of the membrane, and then settled for a three-second burst of a prolonged glow.
It was a language; Kill the Princess.
A snort. A turquoise-blue glow enlightened the walls around them, illuminating the squared stripes on the non-winged troll's muscular, thick green forearms. Yes, and then HE- a single stripe on its snout glowed extremely bright to emphasise- will be just that much closer to stepping onto the Throne himself. That's no good. He's already slain the middle-line-Prince, Bular. He's already out for the King's wrath.
And what do we care for that? Those vast bat-like wings flapped a few times, shuffling uncomfortably against his left flank, wounded so badly he couldn't even lift his hind-thigh or leg. He was grounded. Regardless- he MUST kill the Princess.
I would be nice, and say 'have it your way', but I won't. You're going to be the death of us all, Tahguer, at this rate.
Indignantly, Tahguer ruffled his wings, looking shifty.
Maybe.
King-Leader-Gunmar is already angry with the Trollhunter, and offers good reward for his capture, dead or alive- whatever said reward is, for that matter.
Tahguer eyed the larger troll. He lit up the smaller stripes near the streamlined edge of his wing that connected it to the body. We could just throw him in, then, you're saying. Take what we COULD have.
Nothing's certain. We both know that.
They both turned their menacing eyes on the human child's body. The sleeping girl was still, a sad image, with light, wispy blonde hair splayed out and stained a deep crimson, along with her entire front. Great, vicious gashes dug into her soft skin. Half of her stomach's contents were ripped out, laying uselessly across the floor.
She was dead.
Gesturing with his claws, the big monster growled deeply and lit up his stripes, those that ran along his left flank.
When do you think THEY will notice one of their Impure is gone from the Changeling Nursery? Not that this one's much of a hatchling anymore, mind you…
They'll notice soon enough. For now… We'd best leave this somewhere he'll notice her.
They turned their heavy heads towards the Darklands, open wide and terrible beyond the gaping cave mouth.
One thing's for certain. No one can know the truth.
Tahguer grunted, his eyelids low, head bowed and wings folded as he slithered towards the exit, a thick, grave air around him. He clambered atop a large jutting cliff of rock, gazing out over the dark labyrinth they called home. At last, lifting his head to the green-black-whiteness above them, creating an infinite ceiling high above, the troll gave a soft growl, and his stripes glowed very faintly, like a whisper of light in the deepest abyss.
Kill the Princess.
Next Chapter- Part One, Depths of the Darklands- Chapter I: Abandoned.
-Preview-
After everything, Jim had left them. Alone. Cold. Scared. Lonely. Grieving. Toby was growing more and more restless, occasionally snapping or glaring when Jim was mentioned. Of course, he wasn't truly angry- he was just frustrated in many ways. With Jim, with himself, with everything.
Of course now, they were all quite worried. Or, more like frantic. Blinky was going half-mad, and spent just about every waking moment buried under books.
They all still paid due to their regular duties, though. Claire and Toby took it in turns to patrol Heartstone Trollmarket. Everyone was still a bit nervous and edgy, after Angor Rot's devastating attack. Often they'd both pause, looking down, choked up when they reached Arrrgh's fallen stance. Not much had happened lately.
And then, everything changed.
But, oh no, Jim didn't come back. There wasn't a way to find him, or anything like that. It wasn't even something miraculous, like a blissful way to bring Arrrgh back to life, or to make Jim suddenly pop out of thin air and into their safe, warm embrace…
It wasn't even remotely a good thing, Claire thought with paralysing terror, staring up at the nightmarish, slavering monster towering over her.
Author's Note: And so, the story begins… Thanks for reading!
-Crystallion12