"No, perhaps..." Just as Vendel was about to open his mouth to speak up the mystery voice had spoken first. "The new Trollhunter is a human... Remarkable." With the final word the massive pressure lightened, allowing them all to breath. They hadn't even noticed they couldn't breath under all the pressure until it was gone.

Finally with the ability to stand Jim helped Claire and Toby up and everyone made sure that no one was hurt. They were all afraid though. If whoever it was could exude that much pressure without even being present then what would it be like if they were to try and fight that being.

"Yes, the new Trollhunter is human, and his friends are human as well." Patting his chest, Vendel sighed. He was getting too old for such things. He had felt like the whole world was going to bury him into the stones under is feet. The others didn't know it but the old troll had taken the worst of the pressure, having been suspected of betrayal. He couldn't blame The Old One for that however. After all, if he were in that position he would have done the same. Were he capable of such a feat that was.

"Bring them to me Vendel. There is a familiar taste of magic and I need to confirm myself." Now that they were able to concentrate and noted that the voice sounded almost strained, and also seemed to have a British accent.

"What was that Vendel?" Jim asked, holding a hand over the amulet. He was still in his armor, and during the pressure earlier he had felt like a can of soup that was being crushed. He held up better than Tobes or Claire, who had no armor or tough biology. They were panting heavily and were slightly sweaty on their strained faces. They couldn't even really speak, probably for fear of going to throw up. He wasn't that much better though, as sweat was coming down his forehead.

"That, Trollhunter, is The Old One." With that said he moved through the double doors in front of him. The doors were thick wood and metal, like one would find in medieval castles. The room beyond was, as Toby whispered in awe, 'Awesooooooooome' drawing out the word for as long as he could. The sight in front of them even made Claire and the trolls, other than Vendel, drop their jaws.

The floor looked like glass, although instead of seeing another floor below it it was just darkness. No not just dark, it was like a black mist, ever moving and changing but kept everything past it hidden. On top, stretching from the double doors, to a small set of stairs was a black rug with gold trim. The pillars holding the place up, and the walls themselves were the same as the floor, see through but with the dark mist residing inside. Black and gold banners also hung equidistant from each other on the sides of the main rug, an odd symbol on each one.

What topped the whole thing off was the throne made purely of Sapphire and carved with splendid depictions of battles. On top of the throne was an old man. He looked human, regardless of knowing there was no way he could be. Long white hair and a long beard, he looked like what one would imagine a wizened wizard, but far more frail. The robes he wore were black with a gold trim just like the banners and rug and they seemed to be constantly moving despite there being no wind.

What made them share a look was not the man himself but his eyes. Gone were whatever color they were now, a milky white had replaced them. They all came to the same conclusion. The Old One was blind.

"Blind, but not stupid." The Old One spoke in a harsh tone that made the three humans in the room recoil.

Blinky didn't seem capable of thought as he stared wide eyed and open mouthed at the old man sitting before them. Aaarrrgghh nudged him with his elbow but hadn't expected him to start speaking. "By Gorgon! You are as amazing as I had surmised Old One! I have read all of your books! I have to say I've been a fan of yours since I was a small troll." Blinky stepped in front of the group and bowed. He continued to come out with praise and rambled on about books. He didn't seem able to stop.

If The Old One was offended or pleased, none of it showed on his face. "Vendel?" He asked the second oldest in the room, who was currently keeping his hand over his face, in either shame or exasperation Jim couldn't tell.

"This chatty one is Blinkous Galadrigal. The one who has asked many times for an audience." That statement showed a reaction from the old man as he seemed to wince slightly.

"Blinkous Galadrigal." The Old One spoke and the room held its breath, like the old man was going to issue a death sentence. Blinky couldn't look up from the rug he was kneeling on in silence until his name was called again. This time he brought his eyes to the one he had just been kneeling before. "You must forgive me for denying your presence here Blinkous Galadrigal." He turned his head, and the three humans had the odd feeling that he, while not being able to actually look at them, had his attention on them. "Children..." He trailed off into a coughing fit that didn't seem healthy, and Vendel immediately rushed to the thrones side, kneeling beside it with a look of concern on his face.

"I am nearing the end, Vendel. This meeting could not have been held in a worse moment." Everyone shared a look. They may not have known the guy for long but they understood exactly what the statement meant and they couldn't help feeling bad about it.

The Old One was dying.

I'm on a role with this fic right now. It's a good thing I'm on a short vacation.