Secrets
Chapter
23
A Tragic Story We All Would Love to Tell
After Gunmar grieved over the wake of his only son's shattered remain's from within the wooden crate like a coffin. His desire for revenge craving for the Trollhunter's death made him as ambitous as ever - infact he could have sworn it was also making him stronger little by little.
He sat one one of the human furnishing's strong enough to with hold his mammoth sized weight feeling the soft comforting cushion. This place he was hiding in were one of the Impure's so called safe house for them to rest, before they can continue their quest for world domination. But there Gunmar also his mind besides the Trollhunter. . .the Silver Lion.
He attempted to harness the girls power for himself, so he could reclaim his strength, make his army unstoppable, and. . .would have been another escape plan if Dictatious had not poisoned her with Gravesand. He wondered it there was any chance that she had might have survived and possibly escaped like he did. But during his time learning from the cub's stubborness and persistance there is no doubt in his mind that she may still be alive.
Otto Scaarbach and another Changeling wearing a mask and a butler suit came in with a silver tray with a silver dome ontop with a very special exquiste surprise to help his hungry appetite. The Changeling servant removed the dome as he bowed for his master, revealing raw bloody meat from the organs from one of their previous human victims they had saved from refridgeration.
Gunmar took the tray without hesitation or even bother looking at them and swallowed his dish whole down his throat and licked the remains right off from his lips.
"I hope that has stafisfied your hunger, my Dark Underlord," Otto Scaarbach said.
Gunmar's give or even show the slightest bit of gratitude of their service. All he could think of right now was avenging his only son, Bular.
Otto could tell that he was still upset, so he signaled the butlar to shoo him away and he did. The door slid down shut right after he left. Otto stood face to face with the overpowering king with his hands placed together nervously hopeing he will not chop him to pieces with his sword.
"Lord Gunmar. . .I know that it pales you of seeing of your deceased son, but. . ." Gunmar narrowed his only remaining eye with disgust down upon the quivering Changeling.
"But. . .he was a fine. . .prized prodigy." He stammered speaking quickly. "He had slayed that accursed Deya who has exiled you in your name, killed off Kanjigar. . . even killed off the other Silver Lion without even knowing-"
Gunmar's ears perked up when he heard him say that last sentence outloud and said, "Other Lion? What do you mean?" He looked at him curiously.
Otto then stopped shaking as he looked up at the mighty Gumm-Gumm warlord and smirked with confidence.
"Yes," Dictatious came in walking with a cane to help guide him in the room.
Scaarbach groaned with the annoyance of the six-eyed blind troll. Dicataious's poor vision made him accidently bump into a chair right in front of him and back up. He reached his four-arms out touching the soft silky fabric guiding him towards the cushion and took his seat.
Otto took a deep inhale and let out an exhale to calm his nerves, and cleared his throat to continue, "Well for starters. . .we all are very much aware that there is only but one remaining Lion in our midst and she is also Leo's legacy. . .his bloodline. But there were other's before her. . . .and we did not know it until today."
"Go on. . ."Gunmar insistantly demanded.
"Leo's son, Phillip, was entrusted under the care of Leo's most loyal servant making his escape just so the fool made would make his last stand. . .well you of course. The servant made sail on a ship across the Atlantic towards the land to which we're standing upon today; the United States. But we Changeling's were onto Leo's plan of rebuilding man kind's so called hope and have been searching killing off every single one of them. Centuries have passed. . .we've missed, but only one. Adam Sturges, the girl's father."
Gunmar and Dictatious eyes bulged wide as Otto continued his story, "We thought we had killed him and his previous family three decades ago, but it turns out he'd survived just like Phillip had went into hiding. But as years passed he'd been concealing his prowess from us with extreme caution and even became a detective." Scaarbach pinched his thumb and index finger together and said. "He came this close knowing of our existence. But Bular knew that he had to be dealt with and the only way to finish him was killing him with own weakness. . .the ones he hold so dear to his heart. One night, when Adam was driving home from his family's little picnic. The Son of Gunmar ambushed crashing them off the road. His beloved wife dead, and his sweet little girl whom has not yet connected spirit and awoken her power. Bular came face to face with the heart broken beast. Adam tried to remain so ever strong. . .but came into contact with the gravesand Bular was carrying in one of his pouche's. Adam then became vulnerable and then. . .well dead at his feet." Scaarbach concluded the story.
"But then Kanjigar the Courageous stepped in in time rescueing the brat and is right now aiding the Trollhunter as we speak," Dictatious stated stomping his cane defiantely.
"True. . .but for how long," Otto leered at the blind troll with a smug look on his face.
"Enough. . ."Gunmar said. "I am pleased of you telling me this story, Impure. My son could not have made me more proud than ever." He clawed his fingers into the couch's soft, leather, fabric with a twisted smile on his face. "If my son could slay a full grown Silver Lion. . .then it will be easier for me to take her's."