Secrets
Chapter
29
Ghost Writer
"Spoiler aler, Trollhunter!" cacled Bodus. "The Book of Ga-Huel is never wrong!"
Jim rushed out from behind the desk and knelt beside Blinky's fratured husk. Claire, Toby, Talia, Marshall, Arrrgh and Draal all gathered in mourning around him, tears streaming from human and Troll eyes alike.
"What did he ever do to you?" JIm said bitterly to Bodus.
"Nothing," smirked toe bespectacled Troll. "But if one is to destry a team, it only makes sense to start with its most learned member."
Arrrgh tried to fit Blinky's pieces back together, but they just crumbled to dust in his paws. Toby and CLaire hugged his furry back in sympathy, in grief.
"Without the sage guidance of Blinkous Galadrigal, you and your allies with perish in short order," the Dishonorable Bodus continued. "I will juse that victory to make up for all the bad things I wrote about Gunmar and reenter his good graces - 'good' being a relative term, you understand. Ah, but I digress! My deeds will impress upon Gunmar the need to call off his assassins. I won't need a Polymorf bodyguard ever again! In time, the Gumm-Gumm king will come to see me not as a liability, but as the oracle who shall foresee his violent path to victory."
But then suddenly the sounding a little snort caught the Dishonorable Bodus's ear looking towards to Team Trollhunter's. Who could be laughing at this sort of thing, Bodus thought. The girl with the silver hair raised her head laughing and said, "I'm sorry heh, heh, I couldn't help myself but hearing you talk is like the dumbest villains speech I have ever heard."
"What?!" The bespectacled Troll's eyes widen.
"I would have to agree with Lady Talia," announced a rich, sonorous voice recognized by every surviving member of Team Trollhunters.
Boded turned toward the desk and found Blinky staring back at him. The Troll crossed his four arms and grinned with the confidence of someone at a superior advantage. Stunned speechless, Bodus looked at the others. Toby, Claire, Draal, Marshall, and Arrrgh dropped their said pretenses, and Jim held aloft the stone Blinky head. The Trollhunter pulled on its face, tugging free an odd, Tiki-like Troll mask.
"A Glamour Mask!" seethed Bodus.
Beneath the mask, he saw the pretrified grimace of the Polymorf once named Eloise Stemhower - Ellie, to her students - slash- vicitms.
"She didn't even realize Jim had placed the Glamour Mask onto her during our struggle," said Blinky. "How's that for a plot twist?"
Bodus backed away from Team Trollhunters and stammered, "B-but I saw your faces! Y-you wept for your friend!"
"Acting!" Toby yelled dramatcially.
"We made it look so convincing to even fool you," Marshall said.
"And we had a good teacher," said Draal.
He clapped his mismatched hands in applause while Claire took a modest bow. Bodus gaped in bewilderment before Blinky shoved him against the cinderblock wall. He cocked his hands into four fists, and Bodus squealed, "You wouldn't hit a Troll with glasses, would you?!"
"Not normally, no," admitted Blinky. "But six eyes are greater than four. So, in your case, I'll make an exception!"
Blinky socked Dishonorable Bodus clear across the face, knocking off his spectactles. He embraced his teamates and said, "Now that the future foretold by The Book of Ga-Huel has come to pass - more or less - we needn't run from it anymore, my friends."
"Who doesn't love a happy ending?" Jim said as he fist-bumped Blinky four time over.
"This isn't how it ends!" shrieked Bodus.
Jim and the others returned their attentions to the defeated author. He scrambeld across the floor for his crystal pen, then began scribbling furiously on his belly again. The writing disappeared from Bodus's flesh, and he held The Book of Ga-Huel in front of his face to see it transcribed across a blank page.
"Forgetting something?" said Arrrgh.
He pointed to the pair of cracked spectacles by his large foot before stomping on them. The Dishonorable Bodus's unprotected eyes looked back in horror upon The Book of Ga-Huel, and the intense glare of its newest page was the last thing he ever saw. The tome grew too havy for the brittle hands that held it. Bodus's fingers crumbled, and the book dropped into his still, stone lap, where it stopped shining.
Jim, Talia, and Blinky braved a look at the latest entry in The Book of Ga-Huel. It bore a single image of a potbellied Troll, his porcine face frozen in a scream, an open book resting in his still, stone lap.