At first it was nice to have a moment of peace. I've only ever been to England and in the past in Europe, and I'm impressed by this change. For a moment I felt like a tourist without anyone trying to kill me every second.

The people here were nice, they looked at my friends and my girlfriend's family like at American tourists. I was given a free vocabulary to know the basics of the local language, tasted beer and fried cheese.

There were also performances by street artists, inspired by the Middle Ages like fencing sets. Claire's little brother, Enrique, liked the most fire spitter.

But the idea of having a moment of peace when the whole world was after me was naive, I soon got to know it.

The fun was over when I noticed someone following me.

"Claire," I put my hand on my girlfriend's shoulder and I whispered in her ear "Take your parents and your brother back to the hiding, I feel like there's someone here. I'm worried about your little brother."

She shook her head softly and I started looking around at the crowd. In the way, I was happy to have a training when I became a Trollhunter, because my instincts were faster.

"Eli, Steve?" I asked them, and they turned at me "Can you please help escort Claire's family into safety? If someone's here, they're after me, I don't want to put any of you in danger."

"Okay, whatever you say." Steve replied for both of them.

"Thanks," I said "The reunion will be at the base."

At that moment I froze because there was a gunshot and people started to panic. No one was hurt, but my heart felt like it was going to jump out of my chest. The bullet missed me by a few millimeters.

Over the next few seconds, I saw the shooter, hiding in one of the buildings, pointing a sniper rifle. I immediately ran to him.

I ran as fast as I could through the crowd. The sniper noticed I was running towards him, so he started to pack his things, and within a second it was clear he was on the run.

The ensuing chase inside one of the houses stopped the locals, but I didn't care. I was sweaty and out of breath, but it was within my reach. I immediately pushed the unidentified man to the ground.

I suddenly found myself in the man-to-man combat I was training this morning. The man pulled out a knife and tried to stab me. I twisted his arm, and he suppressed a roar of pain.

He tried to hit me, but as I avoided the attacks, he wrapped his shoulder around my neck and started choking me. I thought he was either going to smash my head against the wall or break my neck.

I tried to get my strength back and as he was hanging on my back I hit the wall hard. He was heavier than me, I felt like I couldn't hold the attacker any longer while I was hitting the wall. He tried to slit my throat, but I threw off his heavy weight out of my back, just like Douxie taught me.

I grabbed a gun from the ground that seemed to have fallen out of his coat during the fight, I was aiming the barrel of the gun at him as I was shaking.

"Who-who sent you!? Talk or I'll shoot you!" I roared.

The man was looking at me, not looking too scared.

"You're not very good at threats." He said.

At that moment I grabbed him by the coat, all angry and frightened, and ran him into the wall again. I pressed him against the wall and kept the gun aimed at him.

"So talk!" I punched him. For a moment, I beat the assassin up in anger, then I realized it wasn't me.

At that moment I noticed that he had foam in his mouth, apparently he swallowed a poison.

"I'll give you a hint, you idiot, Mi6..." he then started laughing in a sort of voice full of madness "If you work for them, they'll still jail you up or kill you even if you do your job. You're just a doll in the field of their games just like I am. We're just scapegoats..."

His sentence stiffened with him and I, still scared in places, dropped the dead body to the ground.

I decided to at least keep his loaded gun, but what happened here was noticed by one of the women who lived here, and she started screaming in terror when she saw the body in the hallway.

"I-I'm sorry," I told the woman in my mother language, and I immediately ran outside.

I ran away immediately and as soon as I was outside I heard the sirens blaring. The local police started chasing me now.

I started running, and within seconds I realized what I had gotten myself into. Police cars were everywhere, and I dare say I had a local version of the FBI on my heels, too. This old city was one huge maze, and you could easily be lost in the local alleys. That's why I was afraid I'd get caught.

Where I got to during my escape I didn't know until I was hit by a black car. I bounced off the glass of the car and writhed on the ground in pain like a snake. I felt like my 3 ribs were broken again.

I was stunned, I felt faint. I heard men speaking Russian around me. They picked me up. That's when I fell unconscious.

When I woke up, I found myself tied to a chair in some summer house here in Prague. A mob boss was looking at my face, and I noticed his tattoos that couldn't be seen through his formal suit. He spoke to me in fluent English. The boss was a white man in his fifties who began to grey hairs. My amulet was on the table in front of me where the gangster had his office.

"If I turn you over to Interpol, my family's enemies, I'll make a profit. I'd make as much money if I held you to ransom." He then took my amulet and started showing it into my eyes "I'd wager this historic artifact has immense value, right?"

"This isn't about money!" I whistled tied to a chair and the other mobsters, his sidekicks approached me.

"Throw him in the acid!"

They tried to hit me on the head so I'd be unconscious again, but I screamed.

"If you kill me, it will be the end of you!"

Russian mobsters started looking at me like I was crazy. I continued to speak.

"Without me, you'd have had the end of your business a long time ago! It would be Eternal Night, if Gunmar and the Gumm-Gumms did it, it would be the end of the world, it would be the apocalypse!"

They probably thought I was crazy, but they listened.

"I have the same enemy like you!"

"Who?" The boss asked.

"The feds," I responded.

Another mobster approached the boss, I heard him mutter in his ear.

"Isn't the teenager crazy? He's only 18 years old, and he could be some junkie."

"What happened in Arcadia is well documented whether the US government tried to keep it a secret as it wanted to. Untie him." I heard the boss reply.

"What about Arcadia?" I asked as they untied me.

"According to my sources, they gave the survivors new identities and paid them in bold to keep quiet about what they saw."

Boss threw my amulet back, and I catched it back.

"I would like to make a deal with you."

"About what?" The boss smiled.

"You help me track down tracks, and I'll help you."

Boss smiled again, looking directly into my face.

"Brave kid."

"The man who tried to kill me before you captured me came from Mi6. Don't you know more about it?"

"Get yourself a trip to London, we'll make sure the feds don't make anything in Prague."

When I left, I thought I'd never come across anything supernatural again. But hell, I was wrong about the Intelligence Agencies' penchant for the occult.

I decided to go through the tunnels and go straight to the local Trollmarket. I was a little surprised at all that had taken place on the same day, as well as the fact that I had made a pact with the Russian mafia.
I immediately used my amulet as I heard growls in the old and dark tunnels. That thing, that thing, it wasn't a troll. I had fear just briefly seeing it, or hearing it's steps, I'm pretty sure that creature was a demon.

I thought I was hallucinating, waving my sword back and forth for a while. I guess I should have found out what historic building I was under, maybe the legends here would have explained that.

I don't know what happened completely because there was blood everywhere. I managed to kill that thing. It had horns and hooves and claws. I was hurt, my chest was covered in red blood just like my hands. I was still wearing my armor, though.

"I-I m-must go to London..."

I repeated as I milled about. I could see the colored lights of the Trollmarket here, the voices of the local trolls, but the sight was blurry and I could understand nothing.

"Master Jim, Master Jim!..." I heard in a low voice Blinky as I saw my friends around me blurried.

"I guess they did bring out something bad in this city after all..." I said in a tired voice before I passed out.