Okay so first of this is a rewrite of my original story Lycanwing. I reread it and realized that I didn't like where that story was heading. So rather than just go and edit over each chapter i decided to rewrite the whole story. Now i know that I didn't really reach far with my original story, but i have learnt a lot more, the lore of trollhunters as also expanded with 3 below and i think i finally figured out where i want to go with this story.
That being said, i am going to need some help from you, viewers. I need you to review and tell me what parts of each chapter you like and dislike. Not only will it help me improve the story and my writing, but reviews also help motivate me to write more. I promise that this time i will try to see this through to wherever it finishes and i hope i can tell you all a wonderful a story as well. Either way all of this aside enjoy the chapter.
Trollhunters does not belong to me it belongs to Guillermo del Toro.
It was dawn on the first day of school in Arcadia. Most of the town's residents were only now stirring from sleep. While some were already up and about, two figures in particular were very wide awake, Bular, the son of Gunmar and Kanjigar, Merlin's current trollhunter. The two were up as usual trying their best to avoid the morning sun or else they would be in a sticky situation.
Kanjigar dodged another one of Bular's swings as they made their way under the bridge by the storm drain. The two mortal enemies had been going after each other's throats since after midnight and they showed no signs of stopping their attempts at each other's throats. Bular being the larger of the two used his size and power to his advantage. With each strike he left his mark, his twin swords digging into whatever surface they landed on. One strike was all the larger troll needed to end any ordinary being.
That being said Kanjigar was no ordinary being. Though smaller than his foe, the trollhunter was indeed more agile, easily avoiding most of Bular's attacks while he parrying the one's he couldn't. Kanjigar's own sword, the sword of daylight, had held its own against Bular, the blue magic Merlin had infused within it pulsed with the same determination as the rest of Kanjigar's armour. Bular had dug his grave when he challenged the trollhunter and now Kanjigar was going to bury him in it.
Swords clashed as sparks flew between the two. Both had reason to be fighting, something more than themselves. Bular fought for the freedom of his father and the desire for Gumm-Gumms to rule the surface once more while Kanjigar fought for his son and the peace that was kept between the troll world and the human world.
Bular made a horizontal clash with his sword forcing Kanjigar back. The trollhunter lunged at his Gumm-gumm disarming one of his blades, leaving the two on even terms. Bular took note as the blade wedged itself into part of the bridged structure. He may be down a weapon but he was still a force to be reckoned with. He engaged Kanjigar once more the two pushing back and forth. One moment Kanjigar would gain an advantage on Bular only for the larger troll to regain his footing and press Kanjigar into a corner. If one punched the other, they would merely stand up and resume the fight like nothing had happen. One could even say the fight would have ended when one of them finally gave into fatigue.
Yet the morning sun had other plans. While the two troll were too busy fighting, the sun's rays had begun to shine under the bridge, and the two trolls were now dangerously close to it and then ...it happened. Kanjigar fell back after he headbutted Bular and without noticing, the trollhunter's foot had been turned to stone after touching the sunlight. Most trolls would feel the searing pain with minutes, but the adrenaline from the fight was too much for Kanjigar to notice, until it was too late. The trollhunter tried to stand to resume the fight but he nearly stumbled due to the petrified foot, something that did not go unnoticed by Bular.
Grinning at his foe's misfortune the Gumm-gumm only continued his attacks. He began to strike Kanjigar, blow after blow with his swords. The trollhunter began to slowly back away as each blow pushed him back slightly and with his leg injured, he couldn't push back. Eventually Kanjigar was thrown back on the floor, with Bular towering over him. The trollhunter tried to raise his sword, but Bular stomped on his hand and the sword of Daylight.
"Not to day, Trollhunter." Bular said as he raised his sword to deliver the final blow. Kanjigar looked at all his available options before realizing he had no other choice, time for rule number 3. Before Bular could even swing his sword down, an immense pain shot through his body as Kanjigar struck a low blow. The Gumm-gumm staggered back giving the trollhunter enough time to recover and crawl away. Looking over his arm, it was clear that it was now broken.
'Great, first a leg, now an arm." Kanjigar thought. He needed to finish the fight Bular before he lost any more limbs. He focused and calmed Daylight into his other arm. He pulled it back and tossed it at Bular who was still in shock by Kanjigars first counter strike and didn't notice the flying sword till...it pierced him in his eyes. Bular howled in pain as he felt the light of Daylight burn into his stony skin. He struggled and struggled to move the sword and Bular was successful, if only removing his right eye, eye socket and part of his forehead. The pain of missing parts of his face was surprising more bearable than the light of Daylight. Looking back at Kanjigar, Bular could see the trollhunter only laugh at him.
"That makes you look just like your father." Kanjigar commented, summoning Daylight back in hand as he helped himself to his feet. Bular now overwhelmed with rage, lunged at Kanjigar and slammed him into a beam. The Gumm-gumm repeated this action twice more, each time his horns piercing a different part of Kanjigar's armour. When he felt Kanjigar's body begin to grow, Bular grabbed him by the head and slowly force him into sunlight that was entering beneath the bridge. The trollhunter screamed in pain but it was too late. His rival pulled him back and forced him back against the wall. Bular looked at the beat form of Kanjigar laying against the beam, a sadistic satisfied smile formed on the Gumm-gumm 's face. He raises his sword and aimed it right for the amulet that was fixed into the trollhunter's armour. He forced the sword ever so roughly, enjoying the pain grunts Kanjigar made as Bular practically wedged the sword into the hunter's heart to pry off the amulet.
The amulet force slowly beginning to separate and Bular could only watch in excitement as the thing he sort after for so long was about to drop right into his hands. That was until a bright light flashed from the amulet, throwing Bular back.
Kanjigar felt his armour disappear as the amulet fell right in front of him. He was beaten, battered, bruised, and broken in several places. The trollhunter knew death was practically screaming his name at the moment, but he refuse to listen, he only had one thing left to do before he could answer it. Using what little strength he had left Kanjihar got to his feet or well foot once more, using the beam as support, the amulet held in his broken arm. Once he was stable he used his good arm to hold the amulet and threw it with whatever remaining power he had left. He watched as it travelled away from him. It had disappeared into morning sky, just as Kanjigar heard Bular get back on his feet.
"It's over, " Kanjigar said, leaning against the beam. "The amulet will find a new champion, one who will sure defeat Gunmar. You have failed Bular." Kanjigar told his nemesis.
"I may have failed, but I can still have the satisfaction of ending your pathetic life." Bumar told him as lunged for the trollhunter with his swords.
"You won't even have that." Kanjigar replied smugly as allowed himself to fall of the bridge. His body immediately turned to stone as the sunlight hit it before smashing against the floor of the storm drain.
Bular roared in frustration as he slammed his hand against the wall. Not only did he fail to get the amulet of daylight but he was also robbed the glory of killing Kanjigar.
"No matter, I'll just get it from the corpse of the next trollhunter." Bular said as he left from the battle field, unaware of the small human boy who had just taken his photo.
Eli felt proud of himself, after all these years of being called crazy and over imaginative, he finally had proof of the monsters who lurked in the night. He was so delighted in his find that the reality of there being monsters that could easily disembowel him, seemed to completely fly over his head.
He wasted no time in skating back home on his roller blades. When he reached home, he quickly climbed up the tree in front of his bedroom and entered through the window. He put the photo to print from the camera and proceeded to organize for the school day. When he finished packed his supplies, he pulled down a chat he had made detailing all of the mysteries of Arcadia. He took the printed photo and placed it within a section categorized as monsters/creepers. He looked over at his work, he felt proud but at the same time a bit disappointed. He had managed to collect all this evidence yet no one believed him.
"Well almost no one." He said to himself. He looked at a photo that was hanging on the wall next to the chart. It showed him and his father from a few years ago, the man who had introduced him into this hidden world. "I'll make you proud dad." He said to himself. Looking at the clock next to it, he noticed the time.
"Better get going." He said to himself as he took one of the photos from the printer.
"What were you thinking?" Aliyah screamed into Eli's ears. The boy had not too long arrived in school and was already trying to tell his fellow students about the monsters he saw. Most brushed him off and ignored him, but his friend Aliyah a girl who looked around his age was far from pleased.
"I'm sorry." Eli muttered before receiving a punch to the shoulder.
"Sorry doesn't excuse stupidity. Do you have any idea what could have happened if one of those monsters noticed you?" Aliyah continued to rave. Out of all the people in the school, Aliyah Storm was the only one who had actually taken his words as true; unfortunately for Eli while she did believe in the creepers that lurk in the night, she was more interested in avoiding them rather than exposing them. Eli had questioned her fear, but when she told him of the various tales and legends she had heard while travelling around the country, he could see why her fear was present.
"Well, yeah, but these monsters weren't like any of the others you told me about. They were living stone." Eli defended.
"Eli." Aliyah said in soft voice. "I don't care if its living stone or living dirt, case in point there are a lot of creatures of there that see you has light snack. So next time, could you please call me before you decide to start looking for trouble. You need to have someone watching your back." She told him.
"Okay Aliyah." He said.
"So the one who had died, you said he tossed into the distance before he turned to stone?" She asked recalling the story.
"Um yeah. I couldn't get a close look at it but it was glowing blue when he threw it." Eli answered, "Think we should go after it?" He asked.
"And risk running into the big bad that killed the blue one, not a chance." She answered. "But I wouldn't mind checking out that monster's corpse. If he was killed then I see no reason for the other to stick around. Plus it might help us learn a little about these monsters." She told him.
"Just like fossils." He realized.
"Pretty much," She responded as they walked through the school. "I meet you in front when schools over then we can go monster hunting." She told him as she went towards her class.
"Alright, I'll see you there." Eli told her as he walked to his own class.
Meanwhile one of the teachers, a history teacher in particular and a student had been listening in on the two. The teacher, Walt Strickler had been very displeased to hear Mr. Eli Pepperjack rambling on about the monsters under the bridge.
"That boy shouldn't be sticking his nose, where it doesn't belong." He told the student.
"And what would you like me to do about it." The student asked.
"You can deal with it as how you see fit." Strickler told them, earning a smile from the student, before he continued. "Just see to it that the boy remains alive and relatively unharmed." Strickler warned them.
"Okay, but accidents do happen." The student smirked.
"But they are not tolerated." Strickler growled earning an eye roll from the student.
"Fine whatever, you say Uncle." The student responded before heading to their own class.
And that was the first chapter of the rewrite, as you can see i change a lot of parts from the previous version, which is why simply editting the chapters of the original would not have worked. Thanks for reading and remember to fav, follow, and review.
I really want to hear what you all thought about this chapter as well as the story's previous version, Lycanwing. Tell me my faults (in a constructive way) so that i may be better.