New chapter yay! I am having a fun time writing this actually. It is a lot easier to just write with a story that already exists. Normally I am so stuck in making stuff up for a story and now I can take over a train that's already on the rails! Also this is for fun, so I don't feel any expectations to fulfill.

So that said, here is chapter 2! If there are errors, feel free to contact me. Enjoy!

Chapter 2

Angor regretted taking the trollhunter's offer. He should have just snapped Toby's neck and take on the challenge of fighting with him. The odds wouldn't have been in his favor, but Angor would have taken the risk if he had known what humiliation he had to undergo when he accepted the so called 'help'. He should have known better then to accept help. Now, he was betrayed again.

Turns out Angor was not the only special snowflake in the blizzard. When Toby was released and agreements were made, Angor followed the hunters through the destruction of Arcadia bridge. They had to look for other survivors before they could make a decision about what they were going to do with the assassin. Jim had to keep his word, but he had no idea what happened to Claire and the last time he saw her was when she tried to throw Morgana through a portal. He had to find her first.

As the hunters searched through the rubble, they soon found Blinky. Although it wasn't the Blinky they had seen on the bridge, but their former school counselor of Arcadia High. Blinky appeared through the smoke, getting through big, concrete piles of rubble. 'Goodness gracious, master Jim! Some wicked sorcery has cursed us upon the heavens! I have changed, AGAIN!' Blinky stated as he expressed his dramatic words with a flaying hand in the air, spreading dust everywhere. He also was wearing his old garments, which he was holding firmly with his other hand. Blinky had experienced the human life and nudity was not very much appreciated he had noticed.

Jim ran towards his trusted mentor. 'Blinky' he said relieved 'You too?! Do you have any idea what caused this?' Blinky was known as being quite on the smaller side as a troll, but as a human, Jim towered over him. 'I have no idea what may have cause this, master Jim, -' Blinky said as he adjusted the cloth around his waist '- but if somebody is capable of such powerful magic, it must be Morgana.'

'Morgana!' Jim slapped a hand on his face 'Damn, Claire was with her before the blast. I have to find her, she might be in danger!' He started to make big leaps through the rubble, disappearing through the smoke, leaving the others behind.

Blinky turned towards Toby. 'What did Jim mean with 'you too?' he asked. He looked towards the taller man lurking a few feet away from them. The cold, glowing eyes pierced through him as if he was observing his prey, which made Blinky feel rather uncomfortable. Toby nervously fiddled with his Warhammer. 'Yeah, so uhm… Angor Rot also got humanized…'
'Angor Rot?!' Blinky's eyes widened in surprise. This was unexpected. He ran towards Toby to stand between him and Angor 'You may look different now, but that does not change your foul interior! Stay away, you scum!' Shaking his fist towards Angor. The assassin did not seem faced by this threat. How could he be, this small man looked like he couldn't even cripple a flower. He folded his arms and decided to stay silent.

'Blinky, stop! Jim made a truce with him!' Toby said hastily. 'And you can't fight now anyway, you got no weapon and you are almost entirely naked! What are you going to do? Flash him?' gesturing towards Blinky's outfit.

'So is he and my newfound human teeth are quite capable of biting, thank you very much!' Blinky stubbornly stated. 'But…' as he lowered his fist 'If master Jim has proclaimed a truce, I have no other choice but to follow his decision… for now.' he kept his eyes fixed on Angor. 'I assume you will keep your end of the bargain?'

'I might… for now.' Angor grunted.

This made Blinky's confidence crumble ever so slightly as he took a few steps back, making more space between him and the assassin. 'Great, good we've got that out of the way.' he said, trying to cover the nervous tremble in his voice. 'Let's-let's go search for the others, shall we?' Blinky turned around and headed towards the direction Jim had gone. Toby hurried behind him.

Angor sighed and unfolded his arms. As he slowly followed them through the rubble, he thought about what Blinky said.

'If somebody is capable of such powerful magic, it must be Morgana.'

It did sound likely that this was her doing. Angor witnessed the incantation and following explosion himself, if this was a result of her actions, he wouldn't be surprised. The enchantress had a long list of lives she's ruined. His eyes scanned under big boulders of concrete, hoping to find evidence of her body being crushed under one of them.

Claire had survived the explosion. She had received a large portion of the blast and as a result seemed a bit out of it, but aside of a few scratches and soreness that she was going to feel tomorrow, she was unharmed. The last moments she could recall was Morgana casting an incantation that blew up right in her face. Claire got thrown back with such force she couldn't brace herself for impact. Out of instinct she held her staff close to her as she felt herself collide with hard stone and then everything went dark for a few moments. When she slowly gained consciousness, Claire heard someone close to her curse with anger.

'NO! This was not supposed to happen!' it was the voice of Morgana. Claire opened her eyes and saw the pale lady standing up slowly in the distance. She looked hurt as well. Her shiny golden helmet was nowhere to be found and her red hair stood out in every direction. Blood dripped from her nose as Morgana looked around her, dust falling of her golden armor. 'Damn it!' she growled. She seemed to be looking for something, but did not succeed in finding it.

Claire her head was spinning and she could find herself loose consciousness again. Her eyes slowly closed again and the last thing she could she was the Pale Lady, stumbling away through the smoke, dust and rubble.

'Claire! Claire, can you hear me?!'

When she opened her eyes again, she saw her trollish boyfriend hovering over her, eyebrows frowned in concern. 'J-Jim…you're ok!' she managed to say. She was relieved to see him breathing and talking. The last time she saw him, he was laying unconscious on the concrete ground, knocked out by Morgana.

Jim smiled at her answer, she appeared to be ok, minus the minor injuries. He helped Claire up and supported her while she stood. A bit wobbly and unbalanced, but two feet on the ground.

'That was one hell of a blast!' she stated as she looked around them, seeing the chaos of the demolished bridge. This was going to take awhile to rebuild. As she looked through the smoke, she could see a big figure stumbling their way. She narrowed her eyes to see who it was, but she could not recognize him. A man appeared through the smoke, looking at them with scared eyes. He was covered in dust, but Claire could see that bits and pieces of his hair and beard appeared to be green. He was a hairy man, but unfortunately not hairy enough too cover the fact that he was naked. Claire uncomfortably tried everything in her power to keep her eyes locked with his upper body. Who was this huge man?

'Jim… Claire… What happened? Do not know what happened...' the man said concerned. His voice was low and sounded almost like… Aaargh.

'Aaargh? Is that you?' Jim asked, keeping Claire close to him.

'Yes.' Aaargh said as he started to shiver. 'Aaargh scared... feel cold.'

What? Claire was dumbfounded. Aaargh was turned into a human? How did this happen? Blinky turned into a human once, but she could not recall Aaargh taking a trip into Gato's stomach recently. As she looked at the shivering man, she was lost for words.

' You too huh…' Jim sighed. 'It's alright, Aaargh, let's get you something warm to wear.' He let go of Claire and walked towards Aaargh to comfort the scared troll. Aaargh might be changed into a human, but he was still humongous. Despite his size, through his bright green eyes you could still see his caring soul. That poor hulking brute.

Claire was still figuring out how this could have happened until it came to her. Morgana. She vaguely remembered the Pale Lady standing a few feet away from her, but now she had vanished. Where did she go? Did she do this? Claire ran through the rubble towards where she last saw her and searched around in the rubble. Morgana seemed to look for something, maybe it was still lying around somewhere. Claire knelt down and pushed rocks aside, determined to find it. After a few attempt, she did. A green light was shining through a few rock. Claire hastily removed the rocks and picked it up. Her eyes widened as she saw what it was. Morgana's green, emerald hand. It must have gone off when the explosion hit her. But Claire knew that the Pale Lady had survived the blast. And now, she was nowhere to be found...

'Jim!' she turned around to the trollhunter, holding Morgana's shiny emerald green hand high. Jim turned his attention away from Aaargh and his eyes fell on the evidence.

'So she is still alive...damn it!' he growled. He ran his hand through his dark blue hair. 'This is all so messed up. I thought this war was going to be over and now this!'

'I think the war did end, young hunter.' an old voice said behind them. Jim, Claire and Aaargh turned their heads and there stood Merlin, glowing in all his glory. He seemed more powerful then before, his mighty armor shining in green light. He had reclaimed his magic. 'Did you…?' Claire gasped.

'Indeed, fair Claire. I have retrieved my magic. Which means that Morgana has lost half of hers.' Merlin stated like he was talking about the weather. 'Gunmar is dead, his Gumm Gumm army has evaporated.' His eyes fell on the emerald hand Clair was holding. 'She might be alive, but she surely is defeated, now that I can fight again.'

Jim looked relieved. If what Merlin said was true, it was over. It was finally over! Or well, almost, they still had to find Morgana. And find a solution for this Trolls turning into humans problem. It wasn't something he looked up too, but he'd choose it anytime over fighting Gunmar again. He was dead, the trollhunter had succeeded.

The turned trolls seemed to be a bigger problem then any of the trollhunters had imagined. Aaargh, Blinky and Angor Rot were already more then enough to worry about but as it turns out, they were far from the only once that had turned.

As smoke had cleared up, it was clear that the eternal night had ended. The sun slowly let it's sunbeams shine through the clouds, which was a great sign... For the humans. Great panic rose among the hunters, as sunshine meant that all the trolls that were on the surface were in danger of being exposed to the light. They spread out to find the trolls and give them some shade. Jim suggested that Angor would go with him, more out precaution then out of courtesy. He wasn't going to leave the assassin out of sight, not while he wasn't trustworthy. Angor picked up on the distrust towards him, but it did not surprise him. They were fighting to the death not even two hours ago. He did not trust the hunter either. As soon as this all settled down, Angor would leave this cursed town behind and go in searched of Morgana. Her heart was still beating in her chest and it was in great need of being crushed in his hands. This would soon be over… or so he thought.

Every troll they came across, on any alley, street and in buildings, were turning into humans. Hysterical and bare clothed, they screamed, cried or shivered. Calling for the trollhunter as they were confused and unsettled by the sudden events. Jim got overwhelmed by dozens of trolls, running towards him, asking for explanations and solutions. Maybe it was a good thing that they didn't recognize Angor Rot in his human form, as they were scared enough as it was.

Humans that were hiding while the war was raging on, came back on the streets and started to help the once troll formed humans. The secrets of the existence of trolls was finally exposed, but now it felt like it almost it never happened. Arcadia looked like it was turned up side down, the bridge was destroyed and the citizens had seen things they would never unsee, but despite that, there was no troll to be seen. Just odd looking humans that suddenly appeared out of thin air.

This added a new problem. Dozens of new 'humans' suddenly had to find a new home, who were unknown in this world. Merlin would go in search of a solution, as he couldn't just make a bunch of 'Troll serums', if that even would work. Ophelia Nuñez, seeing this as the perfect opportunity to win favors for the election, took it upon herself to find housing for the trolls. A few trolls were taken in by families, but most would have to temporarily live in warehouses. It sounded more dreadful as it was though, as a lot of Arcadia citizens donated beds, tents, clothes, food and toiletries. It wasn't perfect, but it would keep the trolls safe, warm and well fed.

It was manageable, any of the trollhunters would choose this over the war anytime, but it wasn't easy. Blinky, the new found leader of the former trollmarket, spend day and night, organizing living quarters together with Ophelia. Claire assisted Merlin in trying to find Morgana as this was still an important task on the list. Toby and Aaargh had to go through Arcadia, visiting the citizens to explain further actions and gather information. Or well, Toby explained everything, Aaargh was there to be his wingman. Also, they were both very likable, which would make the task of convincing citizens everything was alright slightly easier.

Jim his problems were far greater. It took a few days to find every human troll, but in this search he found someone he never would have wanted to find. In the woods, wounded, limping, human, but ever so aggressive, was Gunmar. Jim was lost for words when he found him. He shattered him. He had killed him with daylight and pushed him of the roof, smashing him in pieces. But here was Gunmar, barely clothed, his muscled, dark skin, bruised and bloodied, trying to get away in his humongous human form. He didn't get far, as he was unarmed, wounded and probably hadn't eaten for days. Though that did not stop him from going down without a fight. Gunmar was still exceptionally strong, even in his human form. His glowing yellow eye shone like fire as he charged towards the hunter. It took Jim a moment to confine him, but luckily Gunmar had lost a lot of his troll strength. Even he was no match for Jim anymore, which was a huge relieve for the hunter.

This was Jim's main concern. What was he going to do with Gunmar? What was going to do with Angor Rot? Gunmar was clearly still on his murderous path as he proofed in the forest. 'Filthy halfbreed! I will crush that weak skull of yours! Unleash me!' were most of the words that came out of Gunmar. He was dangerous, but Jim hesitated in killing him. Gunmar's army was defeated. He had lost. What kind of protector of trolls would Jim be if he would strike someone down who had already lost? He knew that he would do the world a favor by killing him, but somewhere he felt like he would commit an unjust murder if he did it.

The same could be said about Angor Rot. They had a temporarily truce, but only because Angor had switched sides in the last second before the war ended. This did not proof him to suddenly become no threat to human or trollkind. Jim could not just let Angor stay with other humans or the warehouses.

So, Jim decided to treat them as other dangerous criminals, he locked them up. A house not far from Jim's home was vacant, as the owners just moved out. With some arrangements with Ophelia and the mayor, the house became a high secured prison, specially made for Gunmar and Angor. The wooden doors got replaced by heavy metal ones, with enchanted locks Merlin designed himself. Also the windows were equipped with powerful enchantments. They were locked tight and could not be opened, only by Merlin himself. Merlin wasn't one to use bloodmagic often, but for important occasions as this, he made an exception. Both Angor's and Gunmar's blood was used to connect them to the locks of the prison. Without Merlin's permission, they would never set foot outside of the house. They would be locked in for how long Jim saw fit. Jim decided to first help the rest of the trolls before he would even begin to think about what his next step would be with the prisoners. If he was still human, he would have gotten a headache just thinking about it.

So there Angor was, staring at the ceiling while he lied on a bed, regretting every action he had made since he was turned human. The trollhunter had betrayed him and even though he wasn't surprised, it still made him furious.

'Let me help you.'

A mouth filled with lies, Angor thought. Staring at the ceiling, counting down the hours for weeks on end, did not look like help to Angor. Help just meant 'not be killed' apparentally. Angor cursed the trollhunter, but mostly he was furious with himself. He should have seen this coming. Becoming human caught him of guard and in the moment of vulnerability he accepted the hunters help. He should have fought the hunter and die a glorious death. Now he was imprisoned once again, wasting his hours on waiting and thinking. A big difference from his time in the Amazonian Temple was that this time he could roam around. He wasn't able to leave the house (Not by lack of trying. Whatever he tried, he could not break open any way out of the house) but he could move around and that was something he saw as a relieve. A tiny, barely admitted bit of relieve.

Also, this time he wasn't alone. Not that he enjoyed the company, as his fellow prisoner was loud, aggressive, violent and even more proud then he was. The first week they got locked up in the house, all Gunmar did was scream and roar through the house, throwing furniture against the doors and windows, spreading havoc and splinters everywhere. Angor had to dodge his furniture attacks multiple times, as he also was searching for a way to escape. He nearly escaped a collision with a flying fridge that was heading his way as he tried to pry open a window. The fridge or Angor's lockpicking did nothing to the window, as it stood firm without the scratch. As the days passed, Angor realized that a way out was impossible through the windows or doors. While Gunmar proceeded on throwing objects against the entrance, Angor turned his focus to air vents, but could unfortunately not find one big enough to fit through. In a desperate attempt he still tried to pry open the metal plate, but even that wouldn't butch. Curse that old man Merlin.

After the first week had passed, they both came to realize that there was another problem. They were still human. The trollhunter, who could come in and out as he pleased (the bastard) gave them a few instructions on 'how not to die' along with supplies, but Angor had ignored most of them, as he hadn't planned to stay long in this prison. Jim figured that both the prisoners wouldn't comply at the first try, so he came by every day, dropping of new supplies for them to use, as Gunmar made a habit of grabbing them and throwing them against the wall. 'I will not degrade myself to your weak human standards, trollhunter!' he would roar as loafs of bread were send flying through the air.
Angor did not comply either. He only took on the task of drinking water, as a human body apparently would give out rapidly if it didn't ingest liquid. Trolls would drink liquids from time to time, glog or some sort, but they didn't need it necessarily. Human did, he noticed. He wasn't even a day in the prison and his throat turned so dry he had problems swallowing.

Beside the water (and the awe full bodily functions that followed. He'd rather not think about it) he ignored his stomach or the dizziness and searched through the house, checking every nook and cranny to find an escape. He held out for a week and thought he was doing quite well in ignoring his stomach, until he started to see black spots in his vision and his body started to move slower and slower. He realized he had to give in when he came out of bed one morning and his face met the floor not a second later. His engine was empty, he had to eat. So he reluctantly headed downstairs to the entrance hall, to look for food. To his surprise, Gunmar also had to give in. His attempts of destroying the house became less and less frequent as also he became famished and tired. Gunmar was sitting on the floor against the wall in the destroyed living room, eating something small and brown. On the wrappings Angor could read something like 'Nougat Nummy?'. Gunmar looked like he was ready to set the whole place on fire as he continued eating the candy. He didn't acknowledge Angor, he would not look him in the eyes. Not that it bothered Angor. They hadn't exchanged any word since they were imprisoned and Angor attempted to keep it that way.

Gunmar had kept the supplies intact this time, as a plastic bag laid on the floor in front of the door. A few items laid around it, as Gunmar had already scouted through it. Angor went through the items and found a small package. Even though he never learned to read the written language of humans, he recognized the red fruit in the package grew on certain bushes in the forest. He grabbed it and decided to sit down on the stairs. With some effort he lowered himself (curse this damned weak body. Since when was it so hard to just move?!) on the stairs and started eating the fruit. He didn't expect it to taste amazing, but it did! Maybe it was the hunger he tried to ignore for days, but he went for it. Before he realized it, the berries were gone. Huh. He might had to put eating on his daily list. It wasn't too bad.

In the next few weeks Angor was getting the hang of it. He couldn't confirm if Gunmar did as well, but he was still alive and walking, so Angor guessed he did as well. Angor still didn't talk to Gunmar, he had nothing to say to that bastard, but unfortunately, Gunmar did had some things to say to him. After demolishing almost every piece of furniture, Gunmar needed another way to channel his anger, which was the only one around to actually talk to, Angor himself. But Gunmar wasn't about to talk about the weather, oh no, he needed someone to blame for the situation he had found himself in. It started with crossing paths with him in the hallway, where Gunmar looked at him with hellish burning eyes full of anger. The fact that he actually looked at him already raised alarms in Angor's head, but the way Gunmar looked at him, made the alarms scream like screeching sirens. The fallen Gumm Gumm king had found a new target.

'Traitor...' Gunmar growled lowly.

Angor ignored him as he continued walking down the hallway. He couldn't find a better option, as snarking back against the big brute would only make him angrier. He didn't feel like ending up like the late furniture and unfortunately his magic was nowhere to be found. As Morgana disappeared, so did his magic. No golems, no shadow staff, no tricks up his sleeve. He still knew how to fight, fortunately, but he had to admit: Gunmar was huge. Angor needed time to prepare. The trollhunters had confiscated every knife or pointy object in the house, but little did they know, every object could be a weapon if you tried hard enough…

Luckily, Gunmar didn't start a fight in the hallway as he just watched Angor leave. As he could almost feel his eyes burning in his back, Angor had seen enough to know that this wouldn't be a one time thing. He knew because he recognized that look in Gunmar's eyes. Angor used to look like that too, before this whole mess started. Those eyes told him enough… The hunt had started.