Author Note: So sorry for the slow update and confusion. I'm still keeping the original title but is still unsure about it. I hope this confusion doesn't ruin your experience Do you guys have any suggestions on a new title? If you do, please review for me to read them. The italics text is from the past in Claire's perspective. As for the very slow update, I had so much school and job work, interferences and one of the biggest writer's block issue I've had. Again, I'm so, so sorry for the update.

Shout out to Susanna D! Don't worry. I'm not dead or was in an accident. But I was sick for a while and was in the hospital. But I'm out now :). I'm also 18 years old and about to graduate high school to go into college this coming fall. This is a really stressful time for me physically and mentally. And this writer's block is from the Guardians in a new environment. In fact, in Trollhunters, we see Jim, Claire, Blinky and the trolls going into the forest. But we don't see the journey of how they got to New Jersey. Don't think that I'm not updating because of no reviews. I totally understand where your coming from. I'm in the same boat.

Shout out to David Case! No! That is not what this Half-Troll is. Even though it acts like it, it doesn't want to kill anyone. It wants Claire for the Arcane Order and... for themselves. It is not an "evil twin" of human Jim or anything like that. I don't like storylines that involve with cloning.

"We're coming for you, Shadowdancer." I hear that Half-Troll whispers in my ear, making me shiver. They are right behind me. I feel the cold armor brush against my back, and its stone-cold arm ghosts mine. Then, they gently touch my skin, giving me goosebumps.

"Are you afraid?" It says seductively, and their fingers crawl down my arms.

"You wish!" I hiss in a calm but slightly shaky voice. Then, the disgusting creature starts sniffing my hair. I feel like running away, but I'm too frozen in fear even to flinch.

"You smell so good." It purrs, inhaling my scent.

"What do you want from me?" I gulp, trembling.

The Half-Troll's hand starts ghosting over my body, beginning from my stomach to my chest. "Oh, the Arcane Order certainly has plans for you, but mine is more... personal."

My eyes widen as I feel I'm going to be sick. I rush away from the creature and turn to look at it. "You will never win, you Beast!" I shout, gripping my staff tightly and pointing it at the Half-Troll. "My friends and I will defeat you!"

"The Arcane Order will always win, Shadowdancer, and when the Guardians of Arcadia find the truth about you, they will never accept or trust you." The Half-Troll says chillingly.

"What are you talking about?" I ask harshly but curious, slightly lowering my guard.

Instead of responding, the Half-Troll walks back into the shadows, chuckling sadistically.

I run, shouting, swinging my staff to try to hit the disgusting creature. But all I hit is air; a purple glow from my staff lights up the darkness. I feel the air get colder and hear an evil chuckle.

"You will be ours, Child! It is your destiny to recreate this world for the magical like you! Humanity is lost beyond correction! But you can fix everything." I hear Skrael hisses.

I frantically look around to find the Half-Troll, Skrael, and/or Bellroc in the dark cavern. "You don't want to help or change the world; you just seek to destroy it!" I shout to them.

"Sacrifices must be made for the greater good of some. And the morals must pay for what they have done to us for centuries." Bellroc calls out, making the area feel warm.

I repeatedly hear voices whispering around me, "It is your destiny. This is the way." as a chant. I look down and cover my ears, shaking my head. "Stop it! Stop it! I won't let you!" I scream at the voice. To the Arcane Order. "You won't win!"

"Sleep, I'll be here as you dream; no matter where you are, I'll be in your heart. Even when this night passes, I'm always thinking of you." I hear the calming siren in my ear, wiping the pain away.

I gasped and opened my eyes to see the endless darkness of the cavern. I feel the warmth of Jim's body, bringing me back to where I am. I relax as his strong arms wrapped tightly around me give off some kind of comfort back. I look up to see he's still sleeping. So, I lay my head back on his shoulder and tried to fall asleep again.

This is day three of our journey. For the most part, it's not easy. Everyone except me, Jim, NotEnrique, Blinky, and AAARRRGGHH! have traveled underground for days, weeks, and months. It's the hardest on Darci, Mary, and Steve. The girls aren't used to the terrain and have no sunlight. No one knows if it's either night or day. They keep asking me about my experience with traveling underground since I'm used to it, but I hate talking about it. I just told them that I lost track of sleep, couldn't find much to eat, and my feet were bleeding. Blinky, AAARRRGGHH!, Jim and I try our best to help the others. Every night, I refuse to sleep alone. The darkness brings back bad memories. Like we were doing before, Jim and I cuddle close and fall asleep in each other's arms. I find it comforting, but it reminds me of our journey to New Jersey. Nymeria always watches over us. She never leaves my side. She even sits a few feet away from Jim and me when we sleep, according to Krel.

For food and water, for everyone to not complain about eating bugs and small animals in the caverns, we ration our food for now. I'm not proud of eating bugs and rodents; I'm just glad I didn't get any infection or disease. Well, according to Barbara. Training, Douxie still teaches me our lessons with magic. Sometimes, Zoe will "help." Mostly to tease Douxie in front of me, making me laugh. But it seems since the start of the journey, Douxie's teachings have become... faster and more intense as he observes everything I do. Maybe it's either the scenery change or the Arcane Order that is worrying him.

"Get up, guys! We have to keep walking." Douxie calls out to everyone, making us all sleepily get up.

"Douxie, relax! We are all tired. Most of us aren't used to the terrain." I remind him, helping Mary get up. "And besides. We're following Nymeria's lead."

"But he's also right." Nymeria comments. "We must continue."

Without any complaints, we start walking again. Our goal is to get 15 miles. Thanks to the nameless golden book and Nymeria guiding us, we know where to go, but I see something before me. I feel like I'm a moth to a flame. The calming voices dance around me, leading me toward the flame. I can see it. I feel a connection to it. I want to reach out for it, grab it tightly to me, but I'm afraid to find out what might happen after.

I open my eyes, fearing another scary nightmare, to see the endless darkness above. I feel Jim's cold arms wrapped around me. I look up and see he's still fast asleep. Even though my boyfriend's strong arms gave me some sense of comfort, I still felt my fast heartbeat in my chest, blood rushing to my head, and something ticking in my fingers. I carefully get out of Jim's arms and stand up. I hug myself as I carefully walk away from the troll camp, trying to clear my head. I sit near a cliff to watch the beautiful rainbow gemstones around me. The blues, greens, and purples remind me of my life before leaving it for this, looking back on the memories, laughing with Mary and Darci, asking Jim to audition for Romeo and Juliet, meeting trolls, fighting and going on an adventure, and my first kiss with Jim. I start to tear up, pulling my legs to my chest and hugging them. The reds, oranges, and yellows make me reflect on where I am. Away from my family and friends. Away from Arcadia. My home. Nowhere near proper food, water, and medicine. Throwing away everything in Arcadia, all for traveling to an unsure location with Jim. It makes me feel angry and regrets ever going with the trolls. I only came for Jim, but this was my choice, an unreversible choice. Merlin can send me home begrudgingly. If I told Jim what was going on, he would be heartbroken.

"Claire."

I turn around and see Jim standing in front of me. "Hi, Jim," I mumble. "How did you know I was here?"

"Your scent is stuck in my head. I couldn't smell it and found you gone when I opened my eyes. What are you doing here?" He replies with concern, coming down to my level. I look away, tensing up, and hug myself tighter. "Claire, look at me." I hear him ask, gently touching my back, but I won't budge. Jim gently grabs my chin and forces me to look at him. "Claire, what's wrong? You have been like this for the past few weeks. I'm worried about you."

I look at my boyfriend's beautiful sapphire eyes, the only thing he hasn't lost from his new appearance. I give up and bury my face into Jim's armored chest, trembling but trying not to cry. I feel him wrap his arms around me.

"Shhhh! Shhhh! Shhhh! Claire, what's wrong? It's alright to tell me. Please don't be scared." He says softly, pulling me closer to him.

I take a deep breath. "I'm just really stressed out about this whole journey. Everything is so strange to me, and it's hard when all the trolls are tired, grumpy, and stubborn. I feel so alone with you being so busy." I mumble, snuggling and pulling myself closer to him. I don't want to tell him the honest answer.

"Oh Claire, why didn't you tell me this before? I feel the same way. I wish I didn't have to go with the trolls and deal with this. I wish I could change this, but I'm the Trollhunter and their protector. I can't live in Arcadia anymore as a half-troll, and I wish I could be with you more, but it's alright now. I'm here." He says calmly, stroking my hair. I just sigh, feeling better and sleepy in Jim's arms. "Do you want to talk about anything?"

I shake my head. "No! Just your voice and warm embrace calm me down." I say sleepily. I look behind me. "Beautiful gemstones," I mumble.

"Yeah!" I hear Jim's reply.

"Thank you, Jim! You are such a good boyfriend to me and protector of the trolls." I say and lean back into his chest. "I love you!" Then I close my eyes and drift off to sleep in Jim's arms.

I can't sleep. I carefully slip out of Jim's arms and walk towards our stuff. I fish into my bag and pull out the golden book. I hold it close to my chest and carefully step away from the camp without waking anyone. I sit near a cliff, overlooking rainbow crystals on the walls, reminding me of my travels to New Jersey. I open the book and try to read the pages. I flip through them but feel lost and confused. I don't know what I am trying to find, but it's something. "Come on. Give me a clue here." I mumble, scanning a page. "What are you?"

Then my necklace starts glowing. I look down and see a spark fly from it to the center of the open book. Light purple spreads across the pages, and the book starts glowing yellow. My eyes widen as the pages flip on their own to the beginning. The pages are blank but slowly show text. It's in Wizard-ese. The page looks like a letter or a diary entry. I look at the top left corner.

My dear Claire,

This book is a gift from me to you. If anyone could figure this out, it's you. Since you're reading this, I'm dead; I kept many secrets closed off from everyone, but now I entrust you with this book. Only you can read it, and only you can understand it; it will be your guide…

I stare at the page, eyes wide. Now I understand what Abeula said about finding the book in ash near a destroyed castle. She went to the site where Camelot crashed. This isn't a map or a spellbook. It's Morgana's journal. I get up and throw the book away, coving my mouth with my hand, feeling like my heart will burst. This book was from her ashes. We're following a book from her somewhere, but does that mean she's trying to help me? Help us? Does she have an involvement with our journey? Should I keep that book? So many questions are swirling in my mind, but if this book can help us get to where we need to go, then I should keep it and read it more. I have a feeling that this book will tell me the mystery of Morgana I've been sawed in my dreams. I bend down and pick up the book again. I flip the page to another entry. This time, it's in English.

6th day before Ides,1093,

1093. Like 1093 AD? Morgana must've been around my age since she looked to be in her early 40s when I saw her in Camelot. According to Douxie, that was in 1117. But Old English in England was very different than the modern we know today. But this is translated as a way for me to read it. But the words sound a bit incorrect with their grammar. But it's more like how English was written in the 1500-the 1800s. Like Shakespeare and/or Pride and Prejudice. I come back to the page and keep reading.

I feel something coming. But I don't know what it is. I keep seeing these... visions. I don't understand what they mean. But all I know is three of them. First, I see a girl born with purple flames around her. Next, the same one glowing purple, surrounded by a cloud of blood red and freezing ice behind her. The last is darkness. But then I see the light other times. They seem so strange. The girl doesn't look like anything I know of. Maybe I should call on Merlin about it? But the voice told me not to speak with him or anyone. Voices have been swirling in my head ever since my dear Mother died. Her voice. She guides me, echoing in my thoughts, protecting me. Merlin told me that we must be on alert when we see a sign. I've been feeling it since Brother was crowned four moons ago. I hear suffering with everything he does outside of these walls. I'm scared if not for Merlin's protection of me since Mother's passing, I would be dead as the magical creatures in his hands. I sit in my chamber from my window or in the court, watching helplessly as creatures like me are imprisoned, tortured, or killed. Why does Merlin tolerate this so?

Will I ever be strong enough to save those who are different from his wrath?

That's what she said to me in Camelot in her bedroom. She protested against the mistreatment of magic creatures and even protected me from the same in front of King Arthur and maybe Merlin. That question is the end of the entry. I can't explain, but the more I know about her, the more dawned on her, like a connection, but I can't let that happen. Morgana and I were and are nothing alike. Right?

Go to sleep. You need your strength.

I yawn and start to feel sleepy. I stretch, close the book, and get up. I walk back to the camp with the book close to my chest, sending a chill through my body. I quietly placed the book in my bag and sat beside Jim. I slowly and gently wrap my arms around him to not wake him. I feel my eyelids become heavy and lean my head on Jim's chest. I hear his steady heartbeat vibrate in my ear, calming me down. I close my eyes, feeling safe and warm in my boyfriend's arms, protecting me from the darkness flying around us, but I feel Morgana and someone I've seen in my dreams but never met, protecting and watches us as well.

Author Note: This was an exhausting chapter to make with the storyline and everything that going on around me. I wanted to make this journey interesting and not chunky. I have read books like Harry Potter or The Hunger Games that write long journeys through chapters that bend really well with the writing and doesn't get boring. I don't want to pull a Stephanie Meyer Twilight mess because I hate those books and that writing style. But this "long" journey isn't the main focus of the story. It's part of it. I through I should make Claire transport everyone to their destination or even to New Jersey. She did that before. But that might've been boring and be pointless.

Then I through if the Guardians can just walk like Claire, Blinky, Jim and the trolls did. But that will be way, WAY too long. So I finally figured out a way to manage these problems. Again, I'm so, so, so, so sorry for a slow, slow update. This was one of my biggest writer's block I've ever had. Please review!