Hello again, everyone! :D

Welcome to the first chapter of my third Trolls version film story: Branch: Troll of the Wildglades! I hope you all enjoy this story as much as the previous ones and that you have fun reading it and I do in writing it.

Disclaimer: I don't own any Trolls characters except for the OC ones. I do have the Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron movie which this story will be based on, though I don't know if it counts as owning it.

FYI: 'Bold' indicates Branch's narration

Without further ado, Enjoy!

Branch: Troll of the Wildglades

Chapter 1: The Birth of a Legend

The sun shone on top of the clear blue sky ever so brightly. Its bright yellow rays spreading out, giving a warm light for a beautiful day like today.

A great dragon zooms across the air so fast that it's almost a blur. His scales, the color of silvery white which glimmers like the river with pale periwinkle spots on his rump, the crest scales from head to tail are moderate cerulean, chest scales and tail tip are teal, and his wings are majestic and great like an angel's. He had two peach-colored, straight horns and arctic blue eyes. It flew just below a group of clouds shaped like creatures known for their singing, dancing, hugging, and most of all, for their happiness for their freedom: the trolls.

The land where this dragon and the trolls live in is a beautiful, peaceful, and unspoiled land where every creature lives in harmony and safety. It's beyond any contact of civilization or unknown strangers that might arrive there. The water is purely clean, the green grass bends gracefully in the wind, the trees all stood tall and firm, and everyone lives happily and carefree as if there was no danger. This land is what the creatures called the Wildglades. It is known for its many open areas within the woodlands where grassy meadows are located under the canopy of deciduous tress such as aspen and alder.

The dragon flew so gracefully and majestically throughout the sky, flying over a valley where some fields of flowers were near a river. Once over the river, it playfully dipped its paw into the water, taking a drink of some water while he has a chance, and flew higher once he's done. He happily flew across the field where he reached some giant rocks along the way.

Now, one may think the dragon is the hero of the story. He's not, but he knows the hero for sure, or at least, he will very soon.

"The story that I'm about to tell you cannot be found in a book and not even in a scrapbook like what my kind makes. They say the history of the glades was written from the songs of the rainbow trolls. But it's never been told from the heart of one. At least, not until now."

On the rocks, beetles, insects, and reptiles are found either sunbathing in the sun rays or even strolling around the rocks. The dragon flew over the creatures, paying no mind to them at all.

In an instant, we reached a waterfall where there are rapids just after it. Near the rapids, a mother Eninac (wolf like creatures with colorful fur) was teaching her two cubs how to fish near the water's edge. She managed to swipe her claw into the water and out came a fish and landed on the ground. The pups immediately grabbed the fish as they tugged it back and forth between themselves while their mother happily watched.

"I was born here, in this place that would come to be called 'The Olden Glades'. But to my kind, the land was ageless. It had no beginning and no end. No boundary between the earth and sky."

Later on, we see a view of some wetlands and swamps, surrounded by trees, marshes, and mud while being shroud by a light fog. In the waters, a group of alligators swam calmly while the others rested on the banks. No matter where you go, you will never experience a healthy environment untouched by the outside world such as this one. The wildlife here live without fear and worry. Big or small, all creatures live with one another in symbiotic ways and treat each other respectfully.

"Like the misty fog in the swamps, we belonged here. We would always belong here."

Finally, the scene jumps back to our dragon friend flying over some beautiful trees in all shapes and sizes and also, full of life. It was actually a sacred grove located inside a beautiful forest. The trees stood proudly around the area, various creatures such as insects and critters walked across the branches, and flying animals such as butterflies and hummingbirds all flew through the trees.

"They say the rainbow troll is the spirit of the Glades. Whether the Glades was won or lost in the end, you'll have to decide for yourself. But the story I wanna tell you is true. I was there, and I remember. I remember the sun and the sky and the wind calling my name... in a time when the rainbow trolls lived freely."

In an instant, a group of trolls jumped through the tree tops across the branches, laughing and hollering from the fun they're having. Below them, another group of trolls ran out of sheer freedom. Some even skated across the grass or on uprooted roots in their homemade skateboards or blades, others swung across some thick vines across the air. They all ran until they reached a lake and jumped into the water for a swim. The ones traveling in the trees manages to reach the tops and enjoyed the sweet breezes of the wind blowing through their hair, swaying them back and forth.

The trolls in all colors and ages enjoyed their days like they do every day. They played together, sang together, danced, ran, and even hugged. With freedom, they have no limits or fear. These trolls are the Rainbow trolls and they live together as a clan known as the Glade Clan. They live in prosper in their village where they live in pod-like homes above the trees like treehouses while others prefer on the ground, living in underground burrows or pods as well.

Like all clans, they are led by their leaders and the Glade Clan is no different and there begins our story.

"My story started with my father. My father's name was Wood and he was the great leader of our clan. He loves us all dearly as if each troll was his own child, besides me, of course."

The clan lived peacefully under the watchful eye of their leader: a green troll with cobalt blue hair and green eyes named Wood. He wore reddish brown pants, dark blue shirt, and a teal bandanna. He stood on top of a thick branch which he could overlook the others and the distance makes it easier to spot danger.

Wood is known for his strength, courage, fairness, and agility. He needs to in order to protect his people from any danger that might come to harm them. All he wants is for his people and family to be safe and hoped for many happy days ahead.

And speaking of a happy day, on an early morning, that day will be his happiest and he didn't realized it until now.

"Wood!"

Wood twitched his ears when he heard his name being called. A troll with orange skin, scarlet red hair, and amber eyes came to him, panting from all the running he did.

"Alder, what's wrong? Is there danger in our home?" Wood asked worriedly.

"No, Wood. It's...It's time!" Alder exclaimed as he jumped.

"Time?" Wood wondered until he remembered. "You mean now?! Lead me there!"

Without hesitation, both trolls ran towards Wood's pod: a giant pod that's blue and light green. Behind them, some trolls managed to follow them, wondering what's all the fuss about.

Wood entered his home and stood anxiously as he saw his mother, Rosiepuff, helping a beautiful teal troll with pink hair and sky blue eyes give birth. The teal troll, who is known as Primrose and is also Wood's wife, was taking deep breaths in rhythm while being supported by a mountain of pillows behind her as two trolls held her hands, comforting her. Her face all covered in sweat and her hair was uncombed and messy from the stress of being in labor.

"That's it, Primrose. Easy does it," Rosiepuff instructed her to relax and to remain calm.

"Is she gonna be okay, mother?" Wood asked worriedly as he rushed over to Primrose.

"She's just in pain, my son. But she'll be fine once the baby's out," Rosiepuff assured him. Still, Wood couldn't help but feel worried for his dear mate.

Primrose gasped as she felt the contractions giving her pain as she let out a cry. "Can you see the baby?" She grunted.

"No, not yet, but you're doing great, sweetie," Rosiepuff coaxed her. "Just a few more pushes. The baby can only do half as much if you don't push."

Outside, various trolls gathered around the pod. They've heard the news of Wood's baby about to be born and began to wonder what he or she be like. Yet, judging from the screams coming from Primrose, even they became concerned for the soon-to-be mother and hoped for the well being of the two.

She pushed as hard as she could before she fell back, panting in exhaustion. Her husband smiled and wiped her forehead with a wet cloth.

"You're doing really well, my flower," said Wood. "I know it hurts and I know you're tired, but you're strong. You can do it. Just try again. For me."

"With you by my side, I have strength," Primrose huffed. Once more, she closed her eyes and pushed. She gave it all she had left, screaming at the top of her lungs.

Rosiepuff smiled at the sight of the baby being halfway out. "Just one more push," She continued. Primrose did as she was told and with a final push, the baby was finally out as it slid into Rosiepuff's arms.

Primrose fell back against the pillows, breathing heavily with her eyes closed. The silence surrounded them was replaced by a high pitched wailing. Primrose panted and opened her eyes. With a smile, she tiredly lifted herself up to see the miracle. Wood gasped and grinned widely at the sight of his newborn in his mother's arms. The infant was beautiful!

With a warm smile and tears in her eyes, Rosiepuff said, "It's a beautiful little boy!"

The parents smiled as Wood hugged his wife, giving her small kisses on her forehead. "You did it, my dear. We have a son!"

"We do, don't we?" Primrose replied, with tears in her eyes.

Once the baby's all cleaned up, Rosiepuff wrapped him in a fuzzy green blanket and passed over her grandson to his parents. Primrose held him close to her chest, kissing his head. The baby calmed down in his mother's embrace and blinked up at her. The baby's eyes were big and as blue as the sky. He inherited his mother's beautiful teal skin and his father's cobalt blue hair. He looked up confusingly, but when his vision cleared up, he saw his loving parents gazing at him with warm smiles, all the pain forgotten. The baby cooed as he reached his arms up.

Wood caressed the baby's cheek and his son responded in nuzzling it. Wood realized that his people might want to welcome his son to the world. He stood up and opened the door where the trolls waited for the results.

"My trolls, it's a boy! We have a beautiful, blue troll of a son!" Wood declared proudly.

All the trolls cheered, gave their congratulations to the new father, and jumped for joy, knowing that not only did they have a new member to the clan but a new heir as well. Wood shushed them softly, not wanting to scare the baby inside. He allowed them to come and see him inside. One by one the trolls came to see the newborn, but they made sure not to overcrowd the baby and his mother. Once they saw the baby, they oohed and awed and even smiled.

"Aw! He's so beautiful!" A female purple troll exclaimed, clenching her hands together.

"Isn't he cute?" Another troll cooed.

"I wanna see the baby!" A trolling whined. Luckily for him, his father gave him a lift and put him on his shoulder where his child could see the baby clearly.

The little baby watched curiously at the trolls before him. There were all happy for him and he managed to make a small smile as he babbled happily, earning some awes from the crowd.

"We must choose a name for the new prince," Alder proclaimed. "Suggestions, anyone?"

"Yes, it should be something distinguished, I think," an older troll babbled on. "Something worthy for the prince of the Glade clan. Perhaps Rowan... or Storm."

"Sycamore sounds regal for me," a male troll with glasses suggested.

The baby hiccuped. He shook his little head, not liking any of the names being suggested for him. "Bah! Bra...Bran!"

Primrose chuckled at his son's attempt to name himself or maybe speak. She tried to guess what he's trying to say. "You know, I think our son wants to be named...Branch. I think Branch would be nice."

"Oh yes! That sounds lovely!" Rosiepuff agreed.

"And it's a small yet strong name," Wood nodded. "It's perfect for our son. Don't you agree?"

The trolls nodded in agreement, some even clapped their hands happily. It looks like they all agree with the name decision.

Rosiepuff giggled. "My, my. Barely an hour old and the boy's already helping our family make decisions just like a leader."

Wood held his son and gently lifted him up for all to see. "Our son and future heir to the clan: Branch!" Everyone cheered along loudly, which slightly surprised little Branch. Wood chuckled and told his son, "It's all right, Branch. That's the traditional family welcome, just for you."

Branch smiled as he nuzzled his father lovingly which Wood returned. "I love you, Branch. We all do."

Here I am

This is me
I come into this world so wild and free

Here I am

So young and strong
Right here in the place where I belong

He then placed his son on the end of the bed. Surprisingly, he then began crawling towards his mother, only to softly fail at first. But he rose up and manages to reach his mother who grabs him lovingly.

It's a new world
It's a new start
It's alive with the beating of a young heart

Rosiepuff then handed Primrose a bottle for him to feed. They usually gather milk from other animals they raise in their small corrals. Branch saw the bottle and began drinking the warm, fresh milk from it, enjoying its sweet taste. Even making a small bubble after he burped it out, making the others laugh.

It's a new day in a new land
And it's waiting for me
Here I am

-Six Years Later-

"Everything was new and exciting and boy, did I have a lot to learn. But the older I got, the more determined I was that nothing would stand in my way."

A few years after he's born, little Branch, now six years old and sporting brown shorts with a green suspender, grew and learned everyday. He was a fast runner, even faster than the other children. He could climb, jump, and even use his hair to swing around the village.

He had great teachers in his parents and grandmother, with a few others as well. He was keen in learning new stuff in how to be a troll and in how to be a leader.

Wood taught him about the territories and their boundaries and even to use his hair correctly like a whip. Primrose taught him how to sing and dance. Whenever he sang, all who heard him stopped what they were doing and listened in. They admired his beautiful angelic voice, even his grandmother said that it was like an angel's. Rosiepuff even taught him how to respect all life and to treat the creatures with respect and love.

Oh, It's a new world
It's a new start
It's alive with the beating of a young heart

Branch took all those lessons in, but his youthful and adventurous spirit can get the best of him. Like the time he was playing in the rain, jumping on puddles and sliding on the mud. One such attempt sent him sliding so fast that he didn't stop and when he saw his family and other trolls in front of him, he used his hair to turn the other way, however, he ended up spraying mud on everyone else.

Yeah, It's a new day in a new land
And it's waiting for me
Here I am

Wood and Primrose loved their son dearly, but at times, he can be a handful. Branch is young and strong and will someday become the new leader when the time comes. But until then, he will enjoy being a kid, even if it meant getting into some mischief on the way.

Hope you like it! So, what do you think so far? Good? Hope so! I just love writing adaptations of my favorite movies with my favorite trolls and characters!

Song Credit: "Here I Am" by Bryan Adams

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