Chapter 3 Rebirth

Where am I again? Who am I? Why do I feel so weak but somehow I feel refreshed? Oh now I remember. My name is Nuala and I am here with my brother because he held meHostage to lure Abraham and the others in bringing the last piece of the crown. Its so nice to close my eyes sometimes and just think. Wait! The Golden Army! What am I doing lying around here?!

I opened my eyes and tried to sit down, but suddenly I felt a sharp pain on my chest. I held my hand to the wound. The pain triggered me to remember all my thoughts. I stabbed myself to save Abraham and the rest of the world from my brother. I looked around carefully clutching my chest to ease the pain.

I saw his dead wax body shattered to pieces. What have I done? I murdered my own brother!

Of all the things my brother might do, he'll never try to harm me as much as possible.

I know that he tries to absorb much of the pain that is inflicted on him or me so that I will suffer less.

Tears fell from my face from my horrible deed. But somehow I know that this is for the sake of the world and so that he may not destroy his soul much further for all the killings that he will do.

I felt so weakened. I will die again if this continues. I suddenly remembered the vial I kept in my pocket.

This was why I felt confident in going along with my brother. The vial contains some of the remaining water of the healing fountain. It can cure any illness or injury. I successfully hid this knowledge from my brother for thousands of years. Its good that I saved some for a great need. I applied it to my chest and the wound healed. But in doing so, I only had a drop left. I stood up and saw my brother's shattered body again.

I felt sad but I know that he will be in heaven in a thousand or so years. I sighed. What trouble does he really want for himself anyway?

I proceeded to go out of the Golden Army's chamber. As I went out, I saw a desert and saw no one else. I walked for a moment but a troll with his lower half replaced with a cart greeted me.

" 'Ello, Princess Nuala! I see that you are well and alive. It has been spread throughout the magical realm that two of the only heirs to the throne died. But I guess that wasn't true was it? Seeing you are walking and looking at me and you seem to have no injuries of sort."

"You were not mistaken my dear troll, but I was reborn. My brother is dead or so as I believe.

All I know is that we will never hear from him again. Or if we do, it will be for a rather long time."

"Oh, I thought that that hit from the back of the head by one of those men with guns and black overalls juggled my memory", said the troll while scratching his head.

"Wait, did you say that you saw men in black?"

"Yes princess"

"Are their clothes marked by a seal of a hand holding a sword?"

"Yes, exactly as you said!" exclaims the troll. "Do you know them by any chance?"

"They are the people that I am looking for! And those that I know there are very special to me"

Nuala blushed at the thought, with the words those, she was actually thinking of Abraham.

"Hmm.. I am sure not that you know people there, but creatures and a lady you may know."

"They are exactly whom I am looking for! Please describe them to me!"

"Well, there is a red demon, a lady, a ghost in a suit and a blue fishman."

"You do know them! Do you know where they went?"

"Well, when they came out of the entrance, they looked sullen and left the group I think. But after an hour or two, they came back and rode one of those fancy helicopters after arguing with the bald human."

"Oh, this is Ireland, and they are in America. Seems like I would be stuck here for a while" sighed Nuala.

"That won't do… "says the troll while rubbing his chin. "You will have no place to stay here. This place is in a middle of the desert and is very, very far from the remaining secret underground towns. Would you mind staying at my place for the time being princess?"

"That will be greatly appreciated… ummm.." says Nuala, she realizes that she doesn't know the troll's name yet.

"My name wouldn't be necessary princess. You could just call me troll. Nobody calls me by my true name anymore. Added to this reason is that it may be that there are only few creatures passing by here and because my name is long and hard to pronounce."

"That would be rude calling you troll, could you tell me your name at least so I may judge for myself if it is hard? I am very fluent in troll and gaelic languages. And I do know common language of other being that will allow me to at least have a conversation with them."

"It is gaealgkandaflakgangdkgasflafdkfjieafafdfefafdafgsanlojpjgopanfongjoejojonososd. Even I am havin' a ruddy hard time saying it. I think I made a mistake saying it now though. " the troll said shrugging.

"What dialect is your name from?"

"I don't know. My mother just sputtered that when my name is asked of her and then she died."

"I'm sorry. It was rude for me to ask."

"You have nothing to be sorry of, in our line of trolls, our kind are the ones that after the females give birth, they die after just a few minutes."

"Oh, so I shall call you troll?"

"Yup!"

"Well, kindly lead the way Troll to your place."

The two walked a while, well if you call what the troll is doing to move walking, until they finally reached a cave close to shore.

Comments please! Please submit your review of what you think of the story so far! Suggestions will be greatly appreciated! Expect this story to be long and I can post at least two chapters a week because I am a busy person and what more is because I am still a student.