Stick around to the end of this chapter because I have a question I want to ask you about a future story idea that Reby gave me.

With no dragon's to lead them home the trolls had to ride back to the troll tree alone on boats. It took two days to reach the troll tree, during the whole time Branch road in the ship's deck with Rosiepuff's body, refusing to leave her sight even to eat, instead having Poppy bring him his meals whenever he was hungry.

When they finally reached the troll tree, and explained the situation to the horrified tribe mates a funeral was held for both Rosiepuff and Dagger. Both of their bodies were placed in individual boats, a blanket covering their bodies while a bed of roses covered the ship. From there The trolls each took a bow and lit a single arrow on fire, pointing it to the boats as Peppy read Rosiepuff's eulogy. The Chief's boat being the first one to sail to Valhalla.

"May the Valkyries welcome you, and lead through Odin's great battlefield. May they sing your name with love and fury, so that we might hear it rise from the depths of Valhalla. And know that you've taken your rightful place at the table of rulers. For great woman has fallen, a warrior, a Chieftain, a mother, a grandmother, and a friend."

Through tear filled eyes Branch fired the first arrow, lighting the boat on fire, once his arrow lit the flames everyone else followed suit, until the whole boat was lit in flames.

"I'm sorry grandma," Branch cried. "I'll never be the leader you was, I couldn't even protect our dragons let alone my tribe. I... don't know... what to do."

Though overwhelmed with grief, they still had to give Dagger his funeral too, so as they lit another round of arrows, Heather gave her brother's Eulogy.

"May the Valkyries welcome you, and lead you through Odin's great battlefield. May they sing your name with love and fury, so they we might hear it rise from the depths of Valhalla, and know that you have taken your rightful place at the table of rulers. For a great man has fallen, a brother, a warrior, a Chieftain, and a friend."

Heather fired the first arrow, lighting the boat fallowed by everyone else. As they watched the two ships engulf into flames and sink into the ocean below Branch walked off, too distraught to be around anyone, not even Poppy.

Standing atop the same hill that he watched his grandmother load Melody on her ship years ago to go after the Demon dragon, and the same hill he grieved over Poppy on when he thought she was dead, Branch sat and grieved over his grandmother, unsure where to go from here.

Despite wanting to be alone he saw Cloud Guy approach him. "I always know were to find you, you really need to think about finding a new hiding spot if you want to be left alone."

Branch closed his eyes and sighed, his head lowered as a tear streamed down his face. "I failed Cloud Guy. Five years I've led my friends into this war, hoping, believing that I could stop these hunters, that it was destiny to not just bring peace and unity between trolls and dragons, but also save them from whoever tried to bring them harm. But I failed, I lost all our dragons, led both a friend and my grandmother to their deaths, and caused several others get taken captive by that monster. I am not ready for this Cloud Guy. With both my parents dead, I'm next in line to be chief. But how can I lead a entire tribe when I can't even stop one madman?"

"You think your grandmother never faced challenges as chief? She lost more warriors to the hand of dragons than you could ever count, and even more to rival tribes. She often found herself standing on this very hill pondering how she could protect her people, just like you are doing now."

"But my grandmother was greatest chief Troll Tree ever had, she was fearless, and smarter and stronger than I could ever be. I could never be as great as my grandmother, how can one be as great as her?"

"Believe it or not Branch, there was a time when Rosiepuff felt just the way you do?"

"Seriously?"

"You think you was a rebellious child you pale in comparison to her. There was a time she felt like running away from the tribe and becoming a viking so nobody could tell her how to act or what was and was not acceptable for a future chief. She never complained to her father like you did with her, but when she was alone she thought her father was the craziest most overbearing person who was ever born. When her father died during a dragon attack, she thought she could never be chief because she fought so long her father's teaching. She knew less then you when she took the the role, and had to learn things on the go. You think you aren't ready, but you are more ready now then she was."

"I'm still nowhere near as strong though, I've seen that woman wrestle a reaper with her bare hands."

"I never told you this Branch, but you came early into this world, so fragile, so frail, you was such a wee little thing, your parents feared you wouldn't make it. Your Grandmother though, she never doubted, she always knew you would become the strongest of them all. And she was right, you have the heart of a chief, and only you was able to bring both our worlds together. That is who you are Branch. It doesn't matter if you are the most muscular troll in the tribe, true strength comes from inside Branch, and I see inside you more strength then two Chief Rosiepuff's. "

"But I also got my grandmother and a friend killed, got several of my other friends captured and lost all our dragons. You say I'm strong but how can I be considered a strong leader when I have lost so much?"

"With every war there is sacrifice, but nothing great that is worth achieving comes without loss. You must decide what is worth losing. You have loss a great woman Branch, your Grandmother was a great chief and a even greater grandmother to you, but there is still time to ensure her death wasn't for nothing. Your friends, your dragons, they are still out there, they are afraid, they're counting on you. It is up to you to save them now Branch. The riders, the entire tribe is looking up to you. Now it's up to you to decide what's next."

"How can I find them? I don't even know where they are going. I searched several islands for those hunters headquarters during these past five years and they all came up empty."

"True but you didn't search them all, and you wasn't the only ones looking for them."

"My Grandad" Branch realized.

"And that little assistant of his."

"Raider?"

"They have been looking for him too Branch, you put your heads together and go over which islands you have all looked and you will discover where he is. All hope is not lost Branch, you are lost in a dark tunnel, but there is still a light at the end. You must follow that light, you must run after it like you've never ran at anything before. You must, end this war."

Branch felt a wave of motivation swallow him, turning and running down that hill he met up with the team and called a emergency meeting in Rosiepuff's old meeting hall.

"These are the islands we've searched thus far." Branch replied, taking out a map of the islands surrounding Dragon's edge. He circled all of them with ink, marking them off. All of them were surrounded by many great species of dragons but despite running into dragon hunters along the way we know that they did not hold Blood's lair."

"Yeah, that's great but that still leaves more than a dozen islands left unchecked." Creek pointed out. "It would take us weeks even with our dragons to check them all, and by then Blood would have all our dragons slaughtered and on the black market."

"True but we weren't the only ones looking for these hunters." Poppy pointed to Raider and Oaken. "Raider when you found me in the ocean you was looking for Blood right."

"I was, there was one island on the far side of the ocean far away from the others that would make perfect sense to hide out there." Raider pointed to the map, there was a island at the edge of the map, "It is covered in fog and is located in the most dangerous part of the ocean, very few ships sail that way due to the dangerous storms and giant troll eating eels that control those waters."

"Giant troll eating eels?" Biggie gulped.

"If they are going to be hiding somewhere it's going to be a place that they want to ensure very few trolls will dare risk finding. This is where he is I'm sure of it."

"Even if you are right, how are we going to get there?" Satin asked

"Yeah Blood took our dragons." Chenille replied.

Heather's face lit up "They didn't take the dragons on the Troll tree though."

Branch gathered the entire tribe together for a emergency meeting. "You, may not know this, but Blood has taken all of our dragons, and they have also taken some of our own tribe mates captive, without dragons we have no way of reaching them. Now I know, you are all very loyal and protective of your dragons, but right now we are desperate. Now as the owners I will leave the choice up you, but I would like to request we borrow your dragons in order to go after our friends, and stop a psycho from slaughtering those dragons to extinction.

"You don't even need to ask," one troll replied. "That man attacked our home, and killed our beloved chief, whatever it takes to stop him we will do." The other trolls nodded in agreement.

Branch smiled, he had the support of the tribe, now he just hoped he could pull this off. "For the first time we will be the ones catching him off guard. He thinks we are defeated, let's show him how wrong he is."

"We're with you Branch," Jo replied "One hundred percent."

"Let's show that monster that we the Troll tree don't back down," Poppy added.

"Well then, saddle up, we're going after him."

Okay so before I did a adaption of Phantom of the Opera I had considered doing Trolls adaption of Les Miserables. The problem was with the amount of death in the musical and the fact that it was ninety nine percent singing it made it difficult for me to be creative, and I was scared of killing off so many of your favorite trolls considering how you react when I kill just one.

Despite that Reby came to me a few days ago asking me to make a adaption of it despite my concerns. While I am still hesitant due to the above mentioned reasons I will leave the decisions up to you my readers. (Reby please don't vote since this was your idea) Would you like to see me do a adaption of Les Miserables despite the high body count, or do you think that I should leave it be.

If you vote yes on Les Mis please help run by some ideas to make it original without taking out any of the iconic songs because I refuse to do it without the songs.

Get voting.