merendinoemiliano-Thank you! I try lol

T3ddyBearL0ve-Yay! I'm so glad you liked that chapter! And yes, Jim has officially gone off the deep end lol. Merlin is FINALLY realizing what he did, the old geezer. (I also want a mcDonald's burger too sigh)

Daydream123-Thank you for the advice! I posted my new fic on ao3, but I'll definitely put this one up there too!

It was quiet in the forest. Moonlight bathed the forest floor in cool bluish beams. An owl swooped among the trees, hunting for mice. The only noise of the forest came from the crickets and the occasional howling of a coyote. All in all, it was a normal night.

The stillness of the forest was broken by the pounding of feet. The few animals out scurried out of sight to get away from the beast crashing through the forest. A raccoon glanced fearfully at the thing causing all the ruckus: a strange, human-like thing with horns and fangs. The raccoon shuddered and darted away. The thing's scent practically screamed it was a predator.

The thing in question slowed to a stop. Jim inhaled deeply, reveling in the scents of the forest. He didn't know how long he had been running, and he didn't care. Now that he wasn't attached to those pesky fleshbags, he was finally free to do whatever he liked. He didn't answer to anyone's call. He was a troll, after all, and the strongest one too.

The smell of several animals filled his nose. Jim's glowing red eyes flicked to the side. He sniffed again. Raccoons, most likely. Jim crossed his arms, contemplating. He had eaten a coyote merely an hour ago, and some of its meat was still stuck in his teeth. To be honest, he wasn't all that hungry.

Jim grinned viciously. But so what? Killing that dumb dog was all too easy, but it was so much fun. He didn't have to necessarily eat the raccoons, but he might as well go ahead and do some hunting.

He dropped to all fours (a position he much preferred these days) and started inching his way to his prey. He could hear their hearts pumping blood throughout their body, and the scent of fear filled the air. It filled him with an insane glee, and he shot forward, abandoning his stealthy approach.

That turned out to be a mistake. Ropes lashed around him, and he yipped in surprise as he was flipped into the air. The next thing he knew, he was hopelessly entangled, suspended several feet above the forest floor.

Jim growled in frustration. The stupid net had made him lose his snack! If he ever found the person that made this, he was going to tear them limb from limb. But first, he had to get out of this thing.

He could barely move, so he started gnawing the ropes that held him. Suddenly, the ropes started glowing and growing hot. Jim paid it no mind, but when a flare of heat rushed along the rope, he had no choice but to release it. Stubbornly, he started chewing the ropes again. This time, the heat came even faster, and with more intensity too. Jim roared in pain and let go of the rope.

His frustration quickly slipping away to anger, Jim bellowed in fury and thrashed against the net. He clawed at the net, bit it, kicked it, whatever he could to get out. The whole net glowed this time and started searing his whole body, but he didn't care. It was madly suffocating, like he was buried underground with no way out. He hated being like this, being trapped, it made him feel like a wild animal-

And for some reason, that thought calmed him down and he stopped struggling. Unbeknownst to him, his red and black eyes had flickered back to their normal blue. With a shake of his head, the blue dimmed and the glowing, haunted eyes returned.

Jim studied the ropes closely and discovered that they were, indeed, not ropes. They were actually iron chains. He frowned. Even if they were metal, he should be able to chew through it just fine. So why-?

Remembering the burning sensation, he cautiously bit the chains. Instantly, heat surged around his mouth and he spat the chain out. But at least he got the answer he was looking for. Trollish runes glowed a fierce orange on the links of the chain before dimming and disappearing entirely.

Huh. Well, that explained that. At least now he knew his captor wasn't a fleshbag. But what were Trollish runes doing all the way out here? As far as he knew, the only trolls in North America were the ones he had left behind.

Jim blinked at the unexpected emotions that surged through him. The trolls he had left behind…including Blinky and Nomura. And-and the girl, what was her name again-

Claire. The name rang through his mind, and he gasped, tears welling in his eyes. No. He had abandoned them. They needed their Trollhunter, and he wasn't there. Even worse, he had hurt Nomura. No, not even that. He had freaking bit her. What kind of savage, horrible act was that? He was their Trollhunter, he was supposed to protect them, but instead, he had hurt them in the worst way possible. And he was in the middle of who-knows-where, all alone. Claire. Oh God, Claire, he had left her, even though they had promised to always be together.

Jim ran his fingers through his scruff-no, his hair-and clenched his hands around his horns tightly. His breath came out in quick, shallow puffs. His eyes flickered between cool blue and angry red as a battle raged within himself.

You left them. So what? You're better off without them anyway.

No, no you're not. Look at you. You're losing your humanity.

Isn't that what the impure told us to do? To embrace our troll side? Well, we did it, and it's amazing.

This isn't what she meant! She-

"Well, well, well," a deep, melodious voice rang from below, "so you're the whelp that got caught in our trap and is causing all this ruckus."

Jim blinked, his eyes settling back to red and black. He snarled and twisted down to face his captors below. He opened his mouth to roar at them and then shut it in surprise.

Were-were those trolls?

Two trolls were gaping at him from below. A tall, muscular burnt-orange troll had his hands on his hips and was shaking his head. He had more etchings in his stony skin than Jim had seen on most trolls. Two wickedly sharp pairs of horns rested on his head, which was covered in matted brown fur. The troll next to him was lavender-covered, and silvery hair fell down to her waist. She also adorned two pairs of horns. She didn't have stifle-jointed legs like Nomura, and wasn't stocky like other female trolls either. In fact, the two trolls' anatomy were eerily similar to fleshbags'.

"By Deya's grace," the orange troll snorted, "the youngling's been on gravesand."

"Oh, dear!" the lavender troll squeaked. "Why would he ever take such a vile substance? Surely he must've known about the consequences, especially for someone of our kind!"

"Probably was challenged to do it," the orange troll replied. "Friends are most likely dead. Ran off from home too, that's my bet. Wonder where he got the stuff though-"

"Release me!" Jim demanded, infuriated these two inferior trolls were talking about him like he wasn't there. "Or I'll tear out your hearts and roast them over a fire!"

While the lavender troll yipped in fear, the orange troll merely rolled his eyes. "Really, whelp? That's the best you got?"

Jim opened his mouth to retort, then closed it. He didn't know what to say to that, so he settled for a resounding roar that shook the leaves off of trees.

"Great," the orange troll said sarcastically. "Real nice. I think it's time some sense was knocked into you." He glanced at the lavender troll. "You think a good hit to the head would knock the gravesand out of his system, Loranda?"

The lavender troll-Loranda-wrung her hands nervously. "Maybe…"

The orange troll shrugged. "Good enough answer for me." He turned to Jim. "Sorry, whelp. This is gonna hurt, but you'll thank me when you wake up."

Jim snarled, "If you think you can-"

A rock-hard fist collided with the side of his head, and Jim instantly found himself slipping into blackness. Huh, he thought, this troll was actually able to hurt me…

Then darkness totally consumed his vision, and he blacked out.

A/N: GUESS WHO'S BACK BABY! THAT'S RIGHT, ME!

Omg you guys, I'm so sorry I've been totally dead this past month! The holidays have been keeping me super busy, but my dumb self still thought, "Hey, wouldn't it be fun to start a new fic?" So I did, which really delayed an update for this one. Speaking of which, I have a new fic! It's called Wizards-Secundo Ire. It's a rewrite of Wizards, and I'm pretty proud of it, so go check it out!

Now that I've advertised myself, what do you guys think of these new trolls? Hm, I wonder who they are hehe.

Again, I'm sorry this came out late, but hey, it's here now! I probably won't update until after Christmas, so a happy Christmas to all!

Thank you for reading, and please leave a review!