AN: Here's chapter 2. And things are looking a bit uncertain for our little troll.
Chapter Two:
Xane's father was on the phone a lot after they got back from the forest. Xane sat on the floor and played with the small troll. He would roll a ball at it and it would jump and hiss at it angrily. He found that the small troll was easy to anger. He wasn't sure how he felt about that.
His dad walked over, his loud foot falls causing the small creature panic it curled up into itself. "Well…" The man said gently picking up the small grub. "I think I got a hold of some people who can help us out. We'll have a good home for this little guy in no time."
"What? Why can't we take care of him?" Xane asked. "We're a good family."
"Well, yeah, we're a good human family- but this little fella needs a lusus. That's how trolls are raised."
"Oh…" Xane said. "So we're gonna find him a lusus? Can we keep them both?"
His father laughed. "I don't know about that…" The man's voice trailed off as his son gave him puppy dog eyes. "We'll see." He finally said.
"Yay!" Xane picked up his little troll friend and spun slightly. "What should we name him?"
"I… don't…" His dad stopped. He honestly didn't want to name the small troll. First of all he wasn't sure if it was a boy or a girl- but really he just knew- if he named it, his son would become that much more attached to the little guy. He was already dreading the idea of dealing with the sad boy. It was bound to happen. There was no way they'd let them keep the troll. He hardly knew how to take care of himself and his own son- he couldn't see how he would be able to take care of a child from an entirely different species. "Let's wait till we find out whether our little friend is a boy or a girl."
Xane nodded excitedly. "Okay!"
The next turn the two found themselves at the clinics office. Mr. Kite held the troll bundled up in his arms, bouncing nervously. Xane sat on the bed kicking his feet. The quiet hum of the medical instruments permeated the silence. With a warning rattle of the handle the door opened as the doctor walked in. "Hello."
"Hello." Mr. Kite shook the troll's hand. "So…?"
The doctor took off his glasses setting them down on his clip board. "Well…" he looked up his yellow eyes looking unsure. "We don't really… know what to do."
"What do you mean?"
"Well…" The doctor's frown deepened. "We can't do anything for him."
"What?" Mr. Kite asked. "Why not?"
"Well… the thing is…" The troll let out a sigh. "He's got strange blood."
Mr. Kite blinked confused. "I don't understand. Is it like sickle blood or something? It looked normal to me- and it clouted like normal-
"That's the thing." The doctor said. "His blood is closer to human blood- it's not exactly the same- obviously- but… his blood type isn't on the hemospectrum. I don't think there is a lusus out there that wouldn't kill and eat him."
Xane squeaked out a sound of fear. "No!"
"We won't let him get eaten." The troll said holding up a calming hand. "The best we could do is have someone take care of him till he's old enough to fend for himself."
"Can we be the ones to take care of him?" Mr. Kite found himself asking. Maybe he was just growing attached- but he was worried that if he just handed the small troll over that he would not end up in a happy home like he'd promised his son.
"Well… it would be a lot of work- razing a troll is not the same as razing a human child-
"I understand that."
"Well I'll see what needs to be done." The doctor said and then handed the man a pamphlet and a small staple bound book. "Here the pamphlet has our emergency number on it- and they both have some "need to knows" about razing trolls. Just in case."
"Thank you."
"Don't' get the wrong idea, you still have to get permission to keep him." The Dr said seriously.
Mr. Kite nodded. "I understand." He gripped his young son's had tightly. "We do anything we need to."