"Why did you attack me," The Youngling asks as Bular jumps down into the sewers. With a small grunt Bular winces as his ankle takes more weight. The Youngling jumps down following him.
"Because I believed you belonged to the weak enemy that I seek. If you are not trying to deceive me about your broken memories then it may be the place of your origins," The Youngling pauses as an aching familiarity hits him as he walks through the sewers in silence.
Pausing he would ask, "Then why help me? If I belong to your enemy then why would you risk trying to help?"
"Because fool there was once a time when my Father, the King of the Eternal forest, had protected all Trolls who fell into his lands. My father fought the Oppressor for the right to rule the Gumm-Gumms. He waged war because if he did not fight and kill the humans it would be us to die," Bular gaze seems to lock onto the distance as he brings up memories of better days.
With a pause the Youngling would ask, "What do you mean? I-I think I recall Humans and aren't they squishy and weak? Why are they a threat to us?"
"Aye, most of them are only food but there are a few amongst them with the strength to make even my father pause. Most of all Merlin and that fool Artuher. But is it not just a handful of humans that will threaten us. It is their greed that will consume every Hearthstone and utterly destroy the last traces of magic this world has. All of Trollkind will die if we do not win" The Youngling pauses in his walk. His ear twitching as he looks over his shoulder.
Bular would smile as he says, "Do not worry. It is simply a Goblin coming to relay a message for me. The Impures will help us figure if you are lying or telling the truth."
The blue skinned troll would turn to the skittering green figure that got closer. With a frown he would ask, "A goblin. . .Hm. Well, how are you certain that Humans will destroy all magic? These- Weaker Trolls had to side with the Humans for a reason?"
"They were afraid to do what was necessary. Because they would rather let their children deal with the threat then let my Father rule them. They were weak and afraid and sided with the humans to remain free. Despite King-Arthuers execution of any troll he found, Sun exposure and slaughter of magical kind. . .Even one of their Troll-Hunters had once sided with us because he believed in the Prophecy of the Ancients," The Youngling simply raises an eyebrow another familiar term.
Bulars tone would shift as he growled in a far more guttural voice. The Goblin would nod and shout, "Waka Waka!" Before backflipping off of Bulars arm and scurrying off into one of the pipes.
Raah raises an eye as he licks his lips and asks, "Who are the Ancients?"
Bular would simply growl at the retreating form of the Goblin as he says, "Elders of Magic. The three foretold that one day Humanity will end Magical life. Not just the Trolls, but the Gnomes, Dwarves and even the last few magical humans will cease to exist. All because of the sentimental humans who wish to protect their kind instead of the world."
"But how would you win," The words escape Raahs mouth before he could consider how Bular would react.
The giant troll would growl as he turned around grabbing the smaller form of Raah as he says, "The Pale-Lady will bring forth the Eternal Night. She will unleash the floods of magic and bring forth a new age. The surface world will be ravaged and Trollkind will finally be free from the horrid touch of humanity!"
Raah would stand there in silence for a few seconds before he weakly whispered, "I think I understand but maybe Violence isn't the answer? Isn't there a way to convince the other Trolls to hand over. . .This eternal night?"
"You are Mistaken Raah. It is not that we are seeking. We are seeking an ancient relic to open the Darklands, the home of all Trollkind. The same world that Aruther ruined! Yet the others are so blind and weak that they do not understand! It was his war that corrupted and destroyed the Darklands! Yet they blame my father for it because they choose to slowly die out instead of fight and win. It was only by the Ancients' power that the Homeland existed without its Hearthstone despite that fool Merlins attempts to seal off the realm," So many questions filled Raahs mind as he stood there. Yet there would be plenty of time to ask them all.
Raah would feel a spike of anger flare inside him that danced with uncertainty and doubt. A small growl escaping his lips as that sense of familiarity returns dancing in the back of his head as he says, "Merlin. . .That name seems familiar."
"It should. Your armor is made either in mockery of the Trollhunters or out of admirement. Although the aesthetic is far more pleasing then the cowards," Bular chuckles at the end of his statement. Soon, a smaller bang would be heard as a Goblin appears once more out of the pipes.
"Waka Waka," The thing shouts with a happy grin. Raah smiles somewhat at the things dance as Bular growls at it causing it to scurry off in fear.
"What did it say," Raahs voice rings out as he gets down onto his hands and knees and peers into the pipes the creature ran into. Before reaching into it with a single hand and making clicking sounds.
"It said the Impure will be ready in a few minutes. The fools name is Stricklander and he was surprised to hear that I had found a Youngling. Your kind has been exceptionally rare. . ." Bular takes a few seconds to recall when he had last seen a Youngling. Truly, his kind had been growing less nad less.
"Why's that," Raah says as he finally manages to grab the biting and screaming goblin. Holding it tight he begins to pet it gently despite its growls and shouts.
"Ever since the end of the war Younglings have been rare to see. I am not sure the reason why," Raah pauses as he looks up. Trying to figure out why that sounded different to everything else Bular had said. Had the Gumm-Gumm just lie to him?
