On this perticular night, Claire Nunez has one goal in mind: Get in the Troll World, rescue her baby brother, and get him back home safety.
"Easier said than done..." She muttered, balling up tight fists in an attempt to calm herself.
She wasn't aware that she was currently being watched, but she knew that some of the nerves she was feeling weren't just from her goal. Regardless of knowing that much, she pushed it from her mind and withdrew her Shadow Staff. She needed to focus souly on her goal if she wanted a big enough portal to jump through.
"Troll Market, here I come..." Claire whispered as her portal opens.
In the distance, she can hear Jim. He was in the middle of a conversation- or arguing with a troll. One of the two. As much as Claire wanted to join the group and listen in, she decided against it. Her aim in Troll Market was the arena.
"Come on, Claire. Focus!" She huffed, dispelling the first portal and trying again.
Opening a new portal that leads to the correct location, she wasted no time in jumping inside. She planned to call on the spirit of the previous Trollhunters, maybe convince them to teach Jim how to use his armor and all additional swords and weapons faster, and mayne learn some magic of her own that she could share with him and her brother once they were all home-
"You won't convince them." Claire jumped, whirling around to face the voice.
A heavily clad female stood before her. She didn't look human, but she didn't look like she belonged in this arena or in Troll Market at all. It was because of this that Claire forced herself to regain herself and raise her staff in a protective manner.
"Who are you, and how did you get in here!?" Claire demanded, trying to match her town to Jim's own whenever he was trying to be bold.
"Stand down, child. I am a friend." The female went on, though she did take one step back.
"You're no friend of mine." Claire snapped, her eyes never leaving the woman once. "Now, tell me who you really are."
"I never said I was a friend of yours." The woman scoffed. "I have come to see the Trollhunter-"
"Oh please. You mean to tell me that Jim is friends with a 30 something year old change thing- Or whatever you're supposed to be!" Nerves were back, and Claire was scrambling to think.
"Not of the new Trollhunter. The previous... I have come here to return a favor that I owe." She sighed, picking at some pilling on her leggings. "If you'll allow it."
"... Prove it."
"The previous Trollhunter, Draal's father, was a good friend and very open mind. Very stubborn but with a big heart, and very much a magnet for trouble." The female began calmly. "My dear friend, and his 'will' and promise is what I carry- It's been 500 years that I have waited for this. The selection of the next Trollhunter."
"That didn't prove anything, but if you knew Draal's father- then Draal should be able to confirm your story." Claire hissed, adjusting her grip on her staff.
"So be it, then." The woman sighed.
"Hey! Don't act like this only unconvinces you! I have a little brother to save and this was NOT in my to-do list!" Mission put on hold, Claire accepted that protecting Troll Market was more important.
But protecting it from whom? That was something that made her even more anxious to save her brother. If she met anymore two faced beings, she was going to loose it.
AN JS: Thank you for reading this chapter and edited by purpledragon6. I am looking forward to working with you for the next chapter.
