Hey guys! Sorry for the silence. Stuff has been busy for your local dying inside college student. I'm about to wrap up my first semester of for my degree and I can happily say that I'm already over this shit. XD ANYWAY! I'm gonna try my best to update my other stories as well, but with exams coming up, it might be difficult.

But I hope you guys take this chapter as a payment for my future delays. I love you guys and I hope you'll deal with me! XD

I stared at the hand that was held out before me skeptically as the smaller boy in a sweater vest gave me a proud smile. Darci was the one beside me who introduced me to who the girl's claimed to be the perfect outsider to keep an eye on me and teach me more on the social norms. They stated that they wouldn't be able to teach me everything that I needed to know, especially since they said there were gender ideals that they had no idea how to formate for me.

But is this one seriously the best option?

He was small and rather, well, round for the lack of a better term. He had brown hair and freckles scattered across his face. He had bright green eyes that looked at me as if he was a puppy and I had kicked him right in the stomach as I looked at his hand with little to no interest other than contemplation.

"Are you sure about this Darc? He doesn't seem to be keen on introducing himself." I felt a hand placed itself on my shoulder that I instantly knew was Darci's.

"Don't worry, Toby. Jim here has just been through a lot. You know, with the death of his dad and all. It took him a little bit to open up to the girls and I. Just give him time." I looked over to Darci as she gave me a soft smile. "You can trust him, Jim."

I glance toward the extended hand placed before me as I had a million thoughts swirling in my head. I tugged a little on the front of my plain white shirt due to how it felt as if it was clutching toward my neck. After a second, I extended my own hand and placed it within his to instantly be rewarded with a bright smile from the shorter boy.

"Cool! The girls showed you around already right? Did they show you your locker though?" I shook my head and I placed a hand to clutch at the backpack strap the went across my shoulders. "Then how about I show you? We can get to know each other along the way! What do you say?" The trusting smile that he gave ate slowly away at the protective wall I built up before I stepped foot into the school not even ten minutes prior.

He seems friendly enough. Maybe I'll trust this one... Just this once.

I found out rather quickly as of why the girls had decided to introduce me to the guy that I quickly picked up on was named 'Tobias'. He was kind of like an outcast, but not enough to not be friendly to certain amounts of people. He was also rather,

I watched as the boy walked into an open locker as he was trying to show off to Darci, who I knew now as his 'girlfriend'.

Oblivious.

This will personally make it easier for me due to how the story of that Claire and her friends made up of me being from somewhere in Scotland stick rather well. Having the girls who "were able to meet me due to pure accident" and Toby who would be the unknown backbone to our cover-up at school, it would be highly doubtful that anyone would think of me as suspicious if even people outside of those that first knew me believed in the story.

It didn't make me feel any better about it though.

Most of my life has been surrounded by the idea of using others to hide my own existence. It comes with the idea of being the damned intertwined existence of being a witch's half-mortal son. I watched family's houses burn to the ground due to them deciding to house me during the times of father being at war or actually people themselves being tied down and burned to a crisp due to them helping my mother and father with keeping me safe. I used to fight the idea at first but then realized that I had a destiny that I was not yet ready to understand.

At least that's what I would tell myself to calm my inner turmoil and guilty conscious.

"Hey!" I jumped slightly and slammed my locker to only be greeted by a snickering Claire. "I was going to ask you how you're feeling about your first day so far, but that already answers my question." I rubbed the back of my neck, the slightly baggy white shirt I was wearing bringing itself up as I did so.

I chuckled at myself as I thought about what exactly I was wearing. Darci joked when seeing me for the first time that I looked as if I was "Trying my hardest to look like a cool kid in those weird Netflix movies.", which I had no idea what that meant, but I also kind of understood what she was getting across. It didn't help that when I went to get a change of wardrobe for the generation, I found out that there were a lot more different styles of those "jeans" that Claire had me wear not long ago. Also, most of them made me feel as if my legs were about to just fall off due to loss of blood connection. So when I found out about these things called "joggers", I enjoyed them due to how they felt like my practice breeches.

So, I was wearing a black and white pair of those as well as this plain kind of baggy white t-shirt and a pair of what was marketed to me as black and white "running shoes". Looking around the school after I first entered, I was quite satisfied with my attempts of looking like I belonged. But for some reasonings, people would stare and it caused me to feel uneased when such attentions.

"I've been lost within my thoughts is all. This is a lot to take in. Also, why wasn't I told that there have been such improvements to calculators? When I last used as an abacus!" She gave me a questionable as she laughed a little.

"Sorry about that, Jim. I guess besides teaching you more about America's cultures, we forgot to show you our versions of calculators." She gave me a sly wink as I realized I kind of outed myself in front of some of those within the halls. I looked around us to see a couple of kids gave us a confused look before going on about their day. I sighed realizing I've gotten comfortable with the idea of being able to be myself in front of the Trollhunter until I remember that we're within a world that would never understand the things that we know and the images we've seen.

No one would understand but the few of us that walk among the spirits that walked with us. Just like I'm some of the last from the original wars between kinds.

Something seemingly no one but my family will remember.

At least, what's left.

"So, how do you know Claire and the girls?" I looked over to Toby as he was leading me to our history class.

"My mother contacted the school when I first arrived to see if there was anyone they would suggest to show me around. Claire was the one originally chosen due to my interest in theater. Also, the idea that they claimed that she was one of their 'golden students' got my mom into the idea of putting me in this school. I met Darci and Mary soon after." Toby just nodded his head as we walked along. Both of his hands wrapped around his backpack straps.

"What do you think about them?" I shrugged and wrapped my own hand into the strap that went over my chest.

"They're pretty cool." I almost cringed at myself with how my accent toyed with the word.

I'll never understand how to actually say these ridiculous words. What does 'cool' even mean now? Back in my generation, it was a feeling or the temperature of an object. Now it's an adjective?

"I've only known them for about a week or tw

o, but they have been rather nice for someone that rarely understand what they're saying." He chuckled at me.

"Yeah, you're Scottish right? I can't even imagine going from something like Gaelic to English. What does that even sound like?"

"Seo? Chan e rudeigin gu tur eadar-dhealaichte a th 'ann." Thank God I actually know Gaelic. It's rather close to Trollish so before I learned Trollish, my father taught me Gaelic to get me used to the weird ways my tongue would have to move and the sounds my voice would be forced to make.

"DUDE! You've gotta teach me. That actually sounds really freaking cool! Kind of like you are speaking in code or something!" I found myself laughing at the smaller boy as he looked at me as if I had just ridden into the hall on a horse and decked into silver armor. When we walked into the classroom, I felt as if all eyes laid themselves on me instantly. I felt as if I was alone on a stage with several different spotlights landing upon me as if I'm supposed to jump into action or something along the lines. I swallowed hard and felt my throat clench as I did so.

What are they staring at? What am I to do? I'm supposed to be out of the limelight, not center staged.

I instantly flicked my head around as I felt a hand placed itself on my shoulder. "I was gonna ask if you're alright but you already seem tense." Claire joked with a small laugh due to my anxious reaction. "Don't worry about all the attention. People are just curious. Arcadia Oaks High doesn't really get too many new students. Just wait a couple of weeks and everyone will treat you just like everyone else. Trust me." I smiled softly.

How couldn't I trust her? She's has had my back so far.

"Alrighty students, settle down!"

I was instantly pulled over to an empty desk by Toby in the back of the room as who I assumed was the teacher that walked in. After I settled in my seat that Toby has so kindly given to me, I looked over to see the back of a man in an elbow patched suit jacket and slacks. He had a pair of shiny shows that confused me as to why they were so reflective.

Are they suppose to be like mirrors on your feet? What is the purpose of looking as if the light of your surroundings is a beacon for your feet?

When he turned though, I felt myself about fall out of the seat.

I clenched my teeth as I pushed back on the staff before me that was being forced by the being before me, trying to get it to my neck. I watched with panic flooding my chest as yellow eyes peered into mine as if it was actually getting a thrill from my torment and struggle.

"The son of Merlin's greatest warrior? Such a shame that such powerful blood was given to such a pathetic excuse for a fighter." His green skin stretched out into a sicking smile. His roman nose wrinkling as he snarled, trying to push the staff closer to my neck. I yelled as I pushed back, trying my hardest to get the changeling off of me.

"I am the knight of Merlin! Son of the Lady of the Lake! I will not let that line end with me!" I kicked the creature in the stomach, making it snarl and lean back so I proceeded to kick him in the chest as well, forcing him off me. I smacked the taller being with the staff that he had just let go of and watched him lean over and hold his face from the impact.

"James!" My father's voice cried from not too far. I started to run over to where his voice came from, but I looked back over my shoulder for a second to see the creature snarling at me. I yelped at the sight before dashing off into the direction of my father's voice.

I shook my head. The face of the man before me was almost identical to the snarling creature from my memories. He had a smile though as his eyes landed on me.

"It seems we have a fresh new face to our little family here. It's nice to meet you, young man. Care to say your name?"

Oh Merlin, please let me jump through this window or pluck me away from here. I do not have the ability to deal with this right now.