Author's Note: Sorry for the long wait! School really just killed me, so I didn't have any time at all. At least I finally found some time during my Thanksgiving Break. I really hope you guys enjoy this chapter!
13 years later…
The rush of adrenaline. The wind in her hair. It all felt like a dream. Sort of.
Like living in the Darklands was some kind of dream though. Being trapped in the dark, smelly abyss for years took a toll on s person.
They managed to survive though. Barely.
Life had been hard. But working together, they could get through anything.
Including the monsters currently chasing her.
The Nyalagroth dug back into the ground, while she tried her best to avoid it. The slimy creature. She hated it whenever she got caught by one.
Running, Deya desperately tried to think of a plan. The best she could do was grab the end of a chain.
Grabbing the chain, she spun around just as the Nyalagroth came up and out of the ground. She stayed on target, the monster's neck.
Because being in the Darklands actually taught you something, Deya learned that to kill, or at least shock for a while, a Nyalagroth, you needed to aim your weapon under it's thick armor.
She carefully wedged her sword between the slimy skin and thick armor.
The Nyalagroth gave a ear-splitting shriek that shuddered the caverns.
It fell onto the ground, shocked. Deya knew her luxury would only last a few minutes, so she got to work.
She dropped onto the ground, careful in case it was still awake.
Lucky for her, it's mouth was open, so it would be easier. Deya pried the teeth of the Nyalagroth with her sword.
Good thing it was so thick, otherwise it would have broke because taking the teeth out was the hardest thing ever.
Imagine trying to open a huge metal door, while standing on a rope and all while holding a hug bag full of camping supplies. That was the feeling.
After getting at least two (while almost taking her fingers out in the process), she ran back home.
It was a while before she got back, and running was constantly a challenge. She had to cleverly avoid and of Gunmar's minions, and climb over rocks.
She was starving, and her black hair was constantly getting in her eyes.
Her armor was weighing her down, and the cold air didn't help either.
She was just gonna have to suck it up, like she did after thirteen years.
Finally arriving back at camp, or home, she went to go find Argwar, and share what she had gathered.
Argwar was the young Goblin who had raised her. He told her that he had found her in the Darklands, lost.
So far Deya had believed it, but she didn't know how much she was missing.
Reaching the back rooms, Argwar was reading the same book for the thousandth time, The Many Adventures of Past Trollhunters. Ever since the book had come through the fetch, he never let it out of his sight.
Argwar looked up, his green hair and skin looking dark due to the lack of light.
"I brought these." Deya reached into her pocket and pulled out the Nyalagroth teeth.
Argwar set his book on the table. "Excellent!" He had taught himself how to speak English in order to communicate with Deya. He had sounded a bit weird at first, inaudible, but he rapidly improved, and now was very fluent.
Argwar took the teeth and headed into the kitchen. He never spoke much, despite being fluent.
Deya headed to her cave, exhausted.
It was a wide cave, with a crystal light hanging from the top. It dangled by a single chain. Her bed wa against one wall, along with a stone slab atop two smaller rocks she used as a desk. On her desk she had multiple pencils, a few books, and drawing of hers.
Deya layed on her bed. When, she thought. When will we ever leave?
She had wanted to leave this prison forever. It felt awful being trapped, constantly living in fear.
She wanted nothing more than to return to the surface world, and live a normal life, as normal as a girl raised by a Goblin in Hell could be.
But she knew the rule. There's only one way out of here: through the Killahead Bridge.
The Bridge hadn't opened in almost a century. As far a she knows, that was when Gunmar was banished.
She wanted someone to open the freaking bridge more than anything. Deya knew the chances of that were very slim, so she lost hope.
Still, she though, maybe someone would come through. She hoped for it to open soon, but little did she knew it was right around the corner.