This fanfic was written before the movie, and here I just wanted to give a well-deserved rest to Jim who suffered so much.

Please excuse me if I have any errors, English is not my mother tongue, but I tried hahahahahha

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Jim was panting, he felt so tired, as exhausted as ever. His entire body tingled and he no longer felt his legs, while he gradually lost the movement of his arms.

His aching chest, with dark bruises and fresh cuts still gushing fresh blood, rose and fell, indicating that he was indeed breathing and was not just an illusion of his subconscious.

"Jim..."

He heard a distant voice, muffled and choked, but its owner was right there in front of him, her eyes moist.

He saw her blurry and sometimes out of focus, she was under his bruised chest, crying and calling out to him. Claire was as beautiful as he remembered, with her dark hair carried in barrettes, and her now so sweet and iconic white lock that hung rebelliously under the girl's delicate face.

Jim still remembered when he fell in love with the girl's light brown eyes, her strong posture and striking personality, they were just normal teenagers at the time, in some history class, he accidentally looked at her while looking for a place next to Toby, she was chatting happily with Darcy, smiling excitedly.

Jim never forgot that smile.

"Jimbo...Buddy?"

Toby came along, the good old friend Jim had been proud to have since he got along with people. A short, plump, braided boy with the biggest heart the troll hunter had ever seen, his best friend and brother.

Jim smiled when he saw them and they smiled back through their tears.

"Hi..." The Trollhunter spoke weakly and in pain but remained smiling.

Jim's blue eyes scoured around, looking for the others, and even though his vision blurred and threatened to darken at any moment, he saw them.

Steve, Krel, Aja, Eli, Darcy, Argh, Strickler, Nomura, Douxie, Archie, Blinky and everyone else, and her heart relaxed, but someone was still missing. The boy stirred momentarily, being held carefully by his girlfriend and best friend, quieting when he felt it.

Her mother's unmistakable touch.

Barbara cradled her son's head and bruised body gently in her lap, stroking the top of Jim's head as she used to do when he was little.

"Quiet young man." The doctor's voice was choked. "Let me take care of you."

Jim smiled again, looking at the woman in the blue eyes he'd proudly inherited, and glided his hand over the broken asphalt with some difficulty, until he found Barbara's warmth, entwining their fingers.

"And I have to take care of you…" He spoke slowly and with difficulty, his tone gentle and gentle.

Barbara smiled painfully, unable to hold back the tears that now wet Jim's bloodied face.

"Young Atlas." Strickler approached, in his troll form, kneeling beside the boy, with a wavering smile. "You did very well, you should save your strength now."

Jim looked at the ex-professor, nodding, coughing up a handful of blood from the effort. Claire tugged at what was left of the boy's shirt, distressed.

"Yes." The girl spoke through choked sobs. "You need to rest." She bent further over her body, holding Jim's face in her trembling hands and pressing her lips to the boy's sweaty forehead.

Jim smiled at the gesture, and reached for his girlfriend's hand, lacing their fingers together.

"What silence... What light shines through that window? A clear sun rises, and kills the moon with envy, the wind that you, your servant, are more beautiful than her" He recited, weak and paused.

"Ah Romeo! You have a snake heart hidden by a flowery face, a tormented mind, confused between love and resentment. Alas," the brunette replied, looking the young troll hunter in the eye.

And Jim took another deep breath, resting. He no longer felt the tips of his fingers, and an electrifying chill crept up his spine, his friends and comrades gathered ever closer to the weak and bruised body of the one who had been considered the hero of two peoples but had fought for so much more. that it.

Under the watchful eyes of his lovely, hardworking mother who had raised him alone, and with the strength of a thousand trolls. From his strong, beautiful and incredible girlfriend that he had chosen between a normal and safe life and one full of risks and pain, he decided to stay by her side. Of his best friend and the brother he'd never had, who he'd always taken care of and was strong even when his own life was falling apart. Of all the trolls, aliens and wizards he had encountered on his journey. The one who had been like a father to him, since he had four more eyes than Jim.

"Master Jim," Blinky called, the troll limping but still keeping a smile on his stony face.

Jim felt a warm nostalgia wash over him, Claire relinquishing her boyfriend's mother to the stone creature, which she held as carefully as ever.

"Blinky," Jim spoke in a whisper. "Are you okay?"

The Troll smiled at the boy's attitude.

"Master Jim, I'm afraid I'm the one who should ask this, I only suffered a scratch, nothing a troll like me hasn't already suffered." He moved closer to the boy. "But how are you?"

"I'm fine." Jim shifted painfully, being soothed by his mother, Toby, and Claire "A little bruised," he chuckled, "Nothing new."

Blinky smiled.

"But sorry." The boy said, making a confused grimace if it formed on the troll. "I'm your last Trollhunter, the amulet is destroyed."

Jim's eyes, though calm, conveyed a noticeable pain to his trainer, who had learned to read him like no one else, his fears and insecurities.

But Blinky just smiled comfortingly.

"Master Jim." He took Jim's weak, small, bruised hand between his 3. "Never in all my long life have I met someone as honorable and fair and strong as you, I couldn't ask for greater or better honor than I have you as my last apprentice."

Jim smiled, this time letting tears well up in his untouched vibrant blue eyes, looking around only to find all the comfort and love that was directed towards him.

And there under the watchful, loving, warm eyes of his friends and now family, Jim rested, letting his body give in to all the tiredness and bruises.

Jim had finally rested, but he would still wake up the next day to live his last days with the ones he loves.

No, Jim is not dead!

He's just getting the rest he deserved after spending so much time dying and fearing for the lives of so many people around him.

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