Daydream123-I really respected this review and how much thought you put into it! Never feel bad for that. You didn't overreact at all. For me, though, humanity is both a mind state and a race. For example, I just read "Angor Reborn," which is the last book in the series based off the show. It's set right after Jim bathes in the elixir. When he fights Angor as a troll, Jim really enjoys the fight. He even describes himself as feral. He still has his humanity, but since his nature is part-troll, he has to live with his more feral side. As for human Jim enjoying killing his enemies, it was in total self-defense. It was the right thing to do. But Jim doesn't like how much he enjoys it, and how feral he gets during the fights. I hope I cleared that up for you! Please review again if you want to!

merendinoemiliano-Thank you so much! Glad you liked it!

Ceo160-I'm so happy you liked it! And yes, Claire will never stop bothering Jimbo until he feels better.

borninnovember-Hello, fellow brain cell! And sadly, I don't think this fic will be anything close to 50 chapters, but-BUT-the angst train is coming. Be ready.

Jim trudged forward, lost in his thoughts. Which was bad. If he didn't have anything to do, then he'd start thinking about his nightmare. And he really didn't want to dwell on it. Getting the trolls up and moving had been good. It had taken much longer than Jim had expected it would take. Trolls didn't sleep nearly as much as humans did, but they were all exhausted after the battle yesterday. They had slept like-well, like rocks.

And had it been only yesterday? It felt like a lifetime.

The point was, it had been very hard to wake up the trolls. Some were more grumpy than others when it came to waking up. Jim had the bruises to prove it.

But now, it was just…walking. Walking across the country to their new Heartstone. He was leaving his mom, best friend, Argh, everyone…

Jim's pointed ears perked up, distracting him from his depression. There were footsteps running towards him and-

A small, lithe body jumped on his armored back. "Gotcha!" Claire giggled, wrapping her arms around Jim's neck. She snuggled her head between his horns. "Good morning," she chirped.

Jim laughed in surprise, his sadness dissipating instantly. "Good morning to you too," he said happily. "What have you been up to?"

"Talking to Merlin."

"Must've been really desperate to go talk to him."

"I know," Claire said, making a face. "But I had to. I know trolls rarely need to sleep, but I do! So I asked him if he had anything that could fix that. So he whipped up a potion for me-"

Potion. Flashes of being tied to a chair, looking in the mirror at his human face one last time, and hearing his friends and family begging for him to let them in the bathroom raced through his head. Then the pain in his chest as the transformation started. Waking up alone in the forest near the canals. And, and-

"Jim?" Claire asked softly, now off his back. When did she get off his back? "Are you okay? You stopped walking."

Jim blinked and realized he had stopped moving. Some trolls were looking at him with confusion, including Blinky. Crap.

"Uh, sorry," Jim apologized. "I got-distracted."

Blinky's six eyes stared at him with concern. "Are you sure you're quite all right, Master Jim? The battle was harsher on you than most."

"Seriously, I'm fine. A little banged up, but fine," Jim replied, giving what he hoped was a sincere smile. "I actually wanted to ask Merlin something. So I'll, uh, go do that."

"Master Jim-"

But Jim had already slipped away.

Claire worried her lower lip. It seemed her hug had only temporarily helped Jim. If only he could tell her what was wrong. Then again, Claire thought it might have something to do with this morning.

Jim had been tossing and turning in his sleep and muttering under his breath. He looked so distressed that Claire had no choice but to wake him. When she did, he snarled at her. It had frightened her, sure, but she was more worried for her boyfriend. He had looked so scared, so defensive. And when he finally came to, he looked so, so guilty. It broke her heart.

"Fair Claire," Blinky said, breaking her out of her thoughts, "do you have any idea what is wrong with our Trollhunter? He seems not quite himself."

"Maybe I do," Claire answered. "Maybe I do."

As Jim rushed to Merlin, he couldn't help but feel bad avoiding his friends like this. But he didn't want-couldn't-answer their probing questions right now. He didn't know what he'd say.

Speaking of not knowing what to say, Jim had no idea what to talk to Merlin about. The old wizard was at the head of the crowd of shuffling trolls. He tapped his bearded chin, analyzing the glowing green map hovering before him.

"What are you doing, Merlin?" Jim asked.

The wizard glanced at him before switching his gaze to the map again. "Planning the best route to the Heartstone. The less civilization, the better. It takes a great deal of concentration, so if you have anything to say, do so now."

Jim, desperate to say anything, burst the first thing that popped into his head. "Is there a chance I'll lose my humanity entirely and turn into an evil rampaging troll?"

"No," Merlin said shortly. "Now, if that's it-"

"Wait, wait, wait," Jim stuttered. "Are you serious?"

"When am I ever not serious? My elixir-" Jim flinched "-made you both troll and hunter. Not monster and hunter."

"So," Jim said, hope rising, "I'll stay human up-" he pointed at his head, "-here?"

"Not exactly." Jim's heart dropped. "I told you, you're half troll. Your human nature is blended perfectly with your troll one. A confusing mix, and that is unfortunate, but, well. No creation is perfect."

"Creation?!" Jim snarled.

"And there you go," Merlin said calmly, causing Jim's growls to cease. "That was your troll nature shining through right there. While you won't become a-how did you put it-'evil rampaging troll'," Merlin retorted, using finger quotes, "you will act like any perfectly normal troll. Because you are a troll. Or half of one, anyway."

Jim's breathing grew faster and shallower. This wasn't-this wasn't the answer he wanted to hear. He wouldn't say he accepted his troll body, but he did tolerate it. But thinking like a troll? Acting like one? Living like one? That was an entirely different story. He couldn't stand scaring Claire, or anyone else for that matter, again.

He just couldn't.

Then a troll shouted "Golem!" and something hard hit Jim, sending him flying through the air.

As you can tell, this fanfic will update once a week, usually on Fridays! I'll do my best to stick to that schedule, and if I fall behind, feel free to yell at me! And if you go to my profile, you'll see my new avatar is my Trollhunters pillow!

Thank you all for reading! Please review, and have a great weekend!

(Also do you guys like the double spacing? I think I'll keep doing it, but if you don't like it, let me know!)