A.N. I finally got around to updating this. Now as stated before I have no rights to trollhunters, but i do have rights to Aliyah and other OCs who will appear in this story. Enjoy the chapter
Eli waited patiently in the hallway in front of Aliyah's locker. He really wanted to tell Aliyah as soon as possible what he had found; he just hoped that Steve didn't come bother them about it. It was then that he felt a hand tap on his shoulders. Assuming the worse, Eli jumped in fear that Steve had found already. He relaxed and let out a sigh of relief when he saw who it was.
It was a girl appearing round his age, and slightly taller than him, stared back, with her hazel eyes. She had a playful smirk on her face. "Relax, Steve the Stupid, has found you, Eli." She told him, as she moved part of her raven had from her face as she motioned for him to move from in front of her locker. She opened the locker and began sorting through the contents, while Eli proceeded to ramble on about the monsters he saw under bridge. While to outsiders it would appear that she was practically ignoring him, she did in fact listen attentively. Some people always assumed that she hung out with Eli, to humour the boy, while some others, mainly other girls, said she was crazy like him. It never really bothered her though, because she knew those people didn't know any better. She put the last of the bottles of green liquid into the locker, right in front of a small mirror before removing a pair of roller skates from the locker and placing them in her bag.
"And then this blue one just jumped into the sunlight before turning to stone and smashing into the trench." Eli finished. Aliyah closed the locker and stared at him.
"Those monsters didn't see you. Did they?" Aliyah asked. Discovering that monsters were real was one thing, but if said monsters saw and recognized that they were being watched, the consequences not pretty in her head.
"No. I was hiding in the woods, just above the trench." Eli responded.
"Did you shower when you got home?" Aliyah continued to question.
"Um….. yes. Why is that important?" Eli responded.
Aliyah merely looked at him with quizzical look. "Because some monsters, like werewolves can pick up scents that humans can miss, and can even tell when the scent appeared. If you shower and use cologne or anything to change your smell, that would easily throw them off; a good thing to know if your trying to avoid an angry dog if you stepped on its tail. It also makes for good hygiene and girls do love a guy who doesn't smell like lab chemicals and oak." She explained, teasing at the last part. Eli on the other was at a lost for woods. "How do you even know any of this?" He asked.
It was at that point that Aliyah lost her smile before quickly forcing it back; Eli however did notice this though. "An old friend thought me about tracking a very long time ago." She said, her voice sounding like it was compelled to sound cheery.
Eli decided to change the topic upon realizing his friend's slight change in mood. "Ummm, any ways, the craziest part was that I saw that blue one had thrown something into the distance before he fell." Eli told her.
The bell rang signalling for class to start. Aliyah closed her locker and stared at Eli. "Meet me after school and we'll go and check it out, hopefully before it gets dark. Just do me a favour and avoid Steve, we definitely don't need the unpleasant company." She told him as she left for class. Eli nodded and went the other way, towards history with Mr. Strickler, kicking himself mentally for doing that. He should have known better than to ask about stuff like that. For as long as he knew Aliyah, which was nearly a year, the girl had been reluctant about anything concerning her past. On the rare chance she did speak about it, her mood would always drop, and a depressed look was one he would rather not see on Aliyah, especially since she was one of his few friends.
"Alright class, today we will be studying about the medieval era, and the level of skill they had in their smiting." The teacher of the Arcadia Oaks metalworking class said. Metalworking was like wood shop only with more fire, more sparks and metal, and dust that will most likely blind you if you aren't wearing the proper safety equipment. The principal of the school had thought that it would have been better for students to get hands on approach to construction early on in their education, rather than later. Suffice to say it did help greatly as many students had discovered quite early, that their choice of careers may not have been what they wanted. Nevertheless the class still had quite few students in it, maybe not as much as all the others, but it was enough for them to qualify as class by government standards. The teacher of the class was a man by the name of Robbeg T. Chelb. He was a chubby short man, in his late forties. He had a bald head, but had a really big blond moustache to compensate. He was strict with his students, as metal working was not to be taken likely but he did care and make sure his students were safe, least they lose a leg like he did.
Currently, he was having his students study the various types of armour and weaponry popular to the medieval time. He found that more often than not, a society even old ones would invest heavily in discovering and developing weapons to either protect themselves or to conquer others and with those developments came the birth of many new uses to help from those made to kill.
He looked over the students, finding that while most if them looked and observed the metal work in the books, one raven haired student found herself more preoccupied doodling various small sketches alongside the images.
"Miss Storms, would you care to explain to me why you would be defacing school property like that." He told the girl. Aliyah immediately tried to close the book, only for him to stop it with his hand. Unfortunately for him, that meant that Aliyah slammed the book close on his hand.
"Ouch!" The teacher yelped, has he pulled his fingers out of the book and sucked on them, much like a toddler did when they bruised their own fingers. A soft laughter erupted from the class.
"Oh shush your traps." Mr. Chelb yelled to them, only for his voice to be drowned out by the bell ringing. He dismissed the class, thankful he didn't have to continue teaching with swollen fingers. The students all began to leave, but decided to keep a certain someone.
"Ms. Storms, I would like a word with you." He told the girl, who was in the middle of packing up.
Aliyah for the most part had only taken a deep breath before giving him her attention.
"Yes Mr. Belch." She said in a very polite and innocent voice, only to get a light tap on the head from the old man.
"Show some respect, lass," the old man said, "its Chelb, not Belch." He huffed, only for Aliyah and him to start laughing. When they finally stopped his expression grew serious again. "Okay lass, open back the book. Lemme see what you have gone and written in it this time." He told her. The girl stiffened but complied opening up the book to the page she was drawing on.
Mr. Chelb inspected it noting that the images she had drawn in the history book. He noted that some of the swords were actually just modified variations of those in the books while there were two other swords that were more like original designs. There were four modified swords in a circle around a single one. One sword was for backhanded wielders, there was a dual wielder pair, a fleurette for fencing style and a double edged longsword. These four modified swords were all surrounding a single sword that looked more detailed than the rest, with the words Excalibur inscribed beneath the detailed blade.
"I'll admit this is some pretty well drawn weapons you got here, Aliyah. Tell me lass, do you plan on making any of them or were you just bored of me lectures." He told her.
"Little bit of both." She responded.
"Well I am glad you at least did your research before; most people nowadays like to exaggerate the detail of such weapons and design them with outrageous sizes in all the wrong places."
"Tell me about it." Aliyah replied.
"But as good as these designs are, I will have to ask you to erase them." He told her.
"What? Why?" She asked.
"Because these books are actually Walter's own." The old man told her.
"Mr. Strickler?" She asked.
"Do you know any other Walt in this school?" The teacher asked, when she didn't respond he continued. "Yeah so as I was saying these are Strickler's books for his history classes and I am sure he would really like it, if you didn't draw in them. Am I clear?" He told her.
"Yes sir." Aliyah responded.
rested a hand on the girl's shoulder, before handing her back the book.
"That being said, I am sure he wouldn't mind if this book came back late or if you decided to photocopy some 'important' notes." He told her with a sly smile. Aliyah got the hint from the old smith as she took the book.
Aliyah left the class and proceeded to walk down the busy hall, until the room started to spin. Aliyah felt herself become a little unbalance, as a burning sensation began to build in her throat. "Crud," she thought. She had been so caught up in talking after to class that she forgot she need to go to her locker. The girl walked quickly keeping to the lockers to steady her. She kept looking around the make sure none of students weren't looking at her or at the very least not noticing her in this state.
She made it back to her locker with minor difficulty and quickly opened it up. Inside her locker she looked at herself in the mirror and quickly noted how her brown eyes had begun to gain a yellow tint and were starting to shine a little brighter. She wasted no time in taking out one of the bottles and quickly downing its contents. Almost immediately she felt the fire in her throat get pushed down as she swallowed the fluid. Her eyes had dimmed and had regained the hazel colour she had this morning. She took out her phone and made a mental note of the time, she had drunk the potion. Taking a deep breath she closed her locker, thankful it was only her eyes that had changed and not anything else.
She left her locker and walked to the gym for P.E. unaware of the blonde haired jock, who had seen her drink the potion.
So i am hoping people can see the little easter egg i left in this chapter. If not here is a hint. "Trolls exist, they steal your socks, but only the left ones. What's with that?"
Shout out will go to who ever spots it.
Also please review and tell me what you think of the character and story so far, i know it's moving slow, but so did the first few episodes of troll hunters. That being said please fav and follow.