Someone Haiku requested a Draamura fic and I couldn't resist throwing a bit of angst in with the romance ;)
This is only the prologue because it's been a week or so since I got the request and I'm dying to write about Draal and Nomura, because, come on, their relationship is just so interesting!
Enjoy!~ And don't forget to read and review!~
Draal stood under an alcove of a shop. It was devoid of any light or sound and the entrance way was empty, except for two trolls.
He leaned back against the boarded-shut door and crossed his arms. Vendel was facing him, staring him down with an expression he couldn't interpret. Draal made a face and stared back at Vendel, maintaining steady eye-contact. He visualized all of his anger burning a hole through Vendel's face.
He needed to punch something.
"Where is Kanjigar? Too cowardly to face his son, I bet." Draal said. He sneered at Vendel.
"He is not your father anymore, Draal. He is the Trollhunter." Vendel said. "He does not have time to deal with your...problems."
"Not my father? Hah!" Draal said, pushing away from the door. He started pacing, his hands clenched into fists. "As if he was ever my father in the first place. Ever since-" Draal stopped and paused. With a shout he drove his fist into the wall, watching as the stone fractured and crumbled.
It didn't chase away the bitter memories, but it made a part of him feel...better. Satisfied.
He turned around and glared at Vendel, silently daring the taller troll to speak out against the act of violence he committed. Just like he's done in the past.
Vendel's body remained still, emotionless. His face, however, was twisted with displeasure.
"Violence solves nothing, youngling."
"Stop calling me that! I'm-" Draal said, quietly cursing as his voice cracked.
"I will, but only when you stop acting like one."
Draal snarled. "If you think for one second, old troll, that I will apologize for my actions, then you think wrong! I stand by what I did. If my father's reputation suffers for that, then he has no one to blame but himself!" Draal stormed past Vendel, throwing a glare over his shoulder.
Vendel remained where he was standing, his expression contorting into a mix of emotions, regret, frustration, sorrow. When Draal was out of sight, he curled his fingers around the staff and slammed it into the ground, making the spires above quiver.
"If only you knew how much your father has sacrificed for you, Draal." Vendel closed his eyes, his voice low and mourning. "To protect you, as your mother wanted."