A.N. So I had some difficulties writing this one because i really did not know where to go with it but i feel like this version might be the best. As always I appreciate the constructive criticism because really want to make a good story. As always Trollhunters is not owned by me, but Aliyah storms, Nathan walker, Sabrina Relta and Mr. Chelb are.
Aliyah looked over the stone, making detailed sketches and taking several photos of the object. She was no scientist, not by a long shot, but she had dealt with enough supernatural occurrences to know when something wasn't right. The stone radiated an angry and evil energy, a lot of hate and aggression pulsed from it and Aliyah herself could feel her own emotions being shifted because of it. She played the events of the over in her mind, the goblins attacking them, that random guy being eaten and Stuart's words about the hunter were all bouncing back and forth in her head.
She had very uncomfortable with hunters, well only those who hunt for sport. It was understandable for the hunters who needed to hunt for food, but the ones who hunted for just the pure joy if it, they disgusted her the most. They were senseless killers, slaughtering animals because they could and without any good reason. A lot of animals had gone extinct because if that, only the smartest of them leaving the world to hide. It was always the same story but she could tell when someone actually believed it or not. Most of the times these sporting hunters claimed they were doing it for the greater good, getting rid if pests or threats to humanity.
There were instances when it were through, overpopulation, invasive species or actual threats to villages and settlements, but many of times they were nothing more than fabricated lies. A lot of creatures were relatively harmless once left alone. Their were exceptions, like Wendigoes or Aswong that would attack and eat adults and children alike. The goblins that attacked last night were also a good example, but could she really trust this hunter and go out of her way to find him.
The better question was what would happen once they find him, ask him to help them, train them? Chances are he would be just as elusive as most of the creepers she and Eli chased. Suppose they did find him, how would they even convince him to do anything with out having any credible evidence. Eli had already garnered a reputation as the town's loon because of the constant babbling of creepers, and while Aliyah did support him and defend him, her word wasn't exactly reliable. Some may even argue that she may lie just to help Eli . It really was annoying how oblivious some people really were.
Looking back at the stone, she decided to give it a rest for tonight, she really wasn't feeling like pulling an all nighter just to study, Eli might but not her. She opened her cupboard in took out a small chest from inside. The chest was metal box, engraved with various Norse words. Above the symbols were various images carved into it; some showed viking teenagers, some were dragons, one was an old lady hitting a one armed, one legged man and so one. Key hole in the centre of the box had a dragon standing upside down facing one direction on the left side of the keyhole and a boy mirroring the dragon on the right.
Looking at the box had filled Aliyah's eyes with tears as many old memories surfaced. However she had quickly pushed them back, something that had become normal when ever saw the box. Laying next to the chest was another black box, this one just round in shape and much flatter. She took the black box and held it in her hand, pressing a hidden button on the back of it. The black box opened to reveal a compass spinning within the box. The compass wasn't all that important at the moment, what she really need was the little hook that had kept the compass shut.
The girl pulled twisted the hook on the compass and it lengthen substantially. Next she turned both the dragon and the boy till they both were facing each other with their heads touching each other. Sliding the extended hook into the keyhole, Aliyah gave it a gentle twist and with a few moments, she heard a pop as the chest opened.
There was nothing really inside the box except and two old books that had been worn with age. She examined the inside carefully and concluded that the rock should be able to fit in it no problem. Placing the stone inside, she locked back the chest and stored it inside the cupboard. She was about to do the same to compass when a nagging voice entered her head, suggesting that maybe leaving the key next to might not be a good idea. She places the compass in her bag, maybe tomorrow she could make something to hook around her neck, in the workshop.
"Oh shoot!" Aliyah though as she remember the project she and Nathan had to work on. No doubt he would be pestering her about it tomorrow and she really did not want to deal with that. Looking through her bag, she found her sketch book. Taking it out she skimmed through several if the pages till she found the right one.
"There you are." She said to no one in particular. The drawing was an old one she had done a long time ago but it was still pretty good. The drawings were of various knights and dragons. She had done then during one of Mr. Strickler's lectures on the dark ages as well as when her literature classes did the Knights of the round table. Looking at the sketch of the knights, it seemed like several of the sword designs should suffice.
After packing back her stuff, Aliyah went and organized for bed, as she laid down ready to sleep something caught her eye. There was quick blur outside the window to her bedroom. She moved quickly to window opening it to get a better look at what out there.
BIG MISTAKE
She felt a small clawed hand scrape her neck. Pulling her head back inside, she reached behind and grabbed whatever was on her neck and threw it back out the window.
"Waka Chaka!" Aliyah heard as she saw many more green arms appear from the window as yellow eyes appeared in the darkness.
The Goblins smiled as they saw there pray. This girl had attacked some of there brethren and had escaped. If it hadn't been for the white shifter, they would have sought revenge right there and then but revenge was theirs in the end. The Giblins could forget about the human boy for now, the girl was there target. No one harms them and lives.
The lead Goblin flashed her a wicked smile but something was off about the girl. She had been in shock before by the scrape on her neck, but now that the shock was over she was fine. They couldn't smell anything in her, no sense of fear. That would be fines, there are humans who don't really feel fear till after they have had their skin torn ov their bodies.
Another thing however had caught them off guard. They didn't see it before but now that moonlight was shining through the window, they could see a smile forming in the girl's face. Perhaps she had lost her mind. Thinking nothing of it, the leader ordered two of the goblins to charge at her, just to gain a reaction. She reacted alright, she swatted the two of them away with ease. The leader looked on as the girls eyes began to shift, her pupils had turned to slits and he could hear an animalistic growl coming from her.
"I was hoping you'd come." She said though her voice was more rough. Thinking they could take her, several more Goblins charged, all were either struck back with her hands or kicked away. One Goblin in particular had managed to get the drop on her, however she did something very unexpected, something no Goblin has ever witnessed. She took the one who had snuck up on her and held it in front her face in clear view if the leader. Then she opened her mouth revealing fangs in place if sine of her teeth before proceeding to bite the Goblin's head clean off. She threw the body in front if the leader, still chewing his comrade a little before swallowing.
"Anyone else." She asked wiping the Goblin slime of her mouth. The Goblins all stared at her in horror. Not even the trollhunter would do that. Several more Goblins tried to attack but she knocked then back with ease. One of them was even pulled apart after she grabbed and yanked both its hands.
The Goblin leader's body began to shake as a sense of dread began to wash over as he watched a sadistic smile begin to form on the girl's face as blood from the scratch in her neck trickled down the side. "Something was not right here. She was not human." The leader thought as called the other Goblins back and lead then away.
Aliyah closed the window as she watched the Goblins run away. She felt like throwing up after the events of what just happened sunk in. Walking back to a mirror she examined her reflection noticing the change in her eyes and her fangs. It was sudden and had come out of no where. The last thing she remembered was getting scratched before she felt her wild side emerge. It hadn't happen in years but she was beginning to wonder if that stone had anything to do with it. She knew she was feeling angrier than usual but to straight up bite of someone's head. She wasn't exactly feeling it comfortable going to school now. Closing the window, she once more headed to bed.
"Maybe I'll just call in sick tomorrow." She thought as she turned if the lights.
Strickler was in his office correcting some papers from one of his classes. He was in a fairly good mood after hearing how Bular killed Kanjigar earlier that day. With the trollhunter gone it would take a while before another would take his place, all the while their plans to restore killahead bridge further move on without hindrance. Strickler was quite pleased as the time for changelings to rule alongside Gunmar would soon be upon them.
"What could possibly go wrong?" One might say and as if to prove Murphy's law right, Strickler's phone rang. Taking it out, he glanced at the number, frowned slightly before answering it. Though he was expecting to hear about Pepperjack's death, he had hoped the news was that the kid was terrified into never going monster hunting again. Fortunately or unfortunately the caller seemed a little furious that their plan to stop Eli had failed. The kid had seemed more determined now to hunt now more than ever and as if to make matters worse the e most of goblin horde that was sent after him was also wiped out by someone or something else. The leader had most of the other Giblins that returned had seemed shaken and weren't even responding properly. That alone was enough to put them on edge.
Strickler was initially surprised by this development, normally the trollhunter would be the first person to suspect of killing the goblins, but with his recent death it shouldn't be possible for a new trollhunter to be on the scene, unless...
"Damn it." Strickler said as he locked the door to his office. Walking back to the book shelf Strickler took out his key and unlocked the hidden switch revealing his hidden room. Strickler walked over to the table in the room and began looking through some papers. All the while the person on the other end of the phone line was left wondering what exactly their uncle was doing. When Strickler finally found the document he was looking for turned his attention back to the call.
"Alright listen up because I can't stress how important this is enough." Strickler said as he looked over the document. "We might be dealing with a monster hunter on our hands." Strickler said sternly.
Not surprisingly, the voice on the other end of the call began to laugh out loud, making jabs at some of those supernatural 'documentaries' that had always been show on TV. Strickler waited a while before the laughter dried down.
"Are you done?" He asked annoyed by the lack of maturity from his kin. He heard a a quick yes followed by a small giggle. Nonetheless the older changeling continued his explanation.
"As I was saying you may have a monster hunter around and unlike television this one might actually he the real deal." He deadpanned.
"Didn't monsters go extinct; dying off because of the occupational hazard of their job?" The caller asked.
"Races and species can go extinct. A job and profession, especially one that involves killing another is something that only becomes irrelevant if their is nothing left to kill. You should no that better than anyone since you 'accidentally' caused the genocide of an entire village.
"Are you still mad about that?" The call asked, with an innocent voice.
"You could have exposed us." Strickler yelled into the phone, before remembering he was still in the school.
"You can't just go around senselessly killing anybody you feel like." He whispered softly.
"Well what was I supposed to do? That village was so boring and what's the point if I kill them now rather later. When Gunmar comes they will be dead either way, so I might as well make the job easier for him." The caller justified.
"And besides that genocide run was written off as plague or something. So I'm totally safe." They defended.
Strickler was rubbing his temples after hearing them talk. Don't get him wrong he loved his family, but sometimes he wondered if he got all the intelligence.
"That's beside the point. The point is that if you get caught while your senselessly slaughtering. You may not live to regret it." Strickler warned.
"Oh come now, Bular does it all the time and I don't see you having any complaints about him." The countered.
"All right you listen hear. I could care less about Bular, but I do care about my sister and I really don't to have to explain why her only child died while under my care. So please make my job easier and don't do anything stupid." Strickler commanded. The caller didn't respond or make any comeback, they simply hung up the phone on the older changeling.
"Hello?" Strickler asked. "Oh pale lady, why do teenagers have to be so difficult." Strickler muttered to himself. The changeling went back to work with thoughts about his conversation. Suffice to say grading papers was a real distraction. However once he finished and was ready to leave something caught his attention.
It was the file for the monster hunters. While it may have been true that a majority of them had died off, there were still rumours that persisted here and there. Most often or not it occurred when changelings mysteriously disappeared off the radar of the Janus order. It was a farfetched idea, considering that some disloyal members had been among the missing. It was assumed their deaths were faked, but that still didn't clear the doubt that persisted. Especially when you realized that some of the remote bases had huge numbers of missing members.
Looking back at the file, Strickler took it and made another call. "Hello Otto. It's me. I need a favour." Strickler said.
Notes:Creature listings and info dump.
Aswong are vampire like creatures who mostly target children and nursing mothers. They are not vampires but share behaviours like drinking blood and shapeshifting. They are not heartless killers often making friends and having families and exempting their loved one's from their diet. They are not hurt by sunlight appearing quiet human by day.As i said they are like mire more powerful versions of vampires and also more twisted. Some of then can make hollow copies of their victims who will get sick and die. So relatives won't know if a person died because an aswong killed them or died naturally.
Wendigo: Cannabilistic creatures.There are various versions of this creature, some are people who became cannibals and ate other humans others were simply overtaken by malevolent spirits. Once again can look like humans but are less negotiating in terms if food. To them their is no difference between a human and a meal. Some if them are massive monsters who grow the more they eat and can change their voice to lure prey