Author Note: I updated a day late for celebrating the 4th of July and I became sick. I'm still sick but it's not serious...for now.

I open my eyes to see nothing but white all around me, which causes echoes to every movement I make. I look at myself and see my new armor from the battle at the manor. I hear an eerie echo voice. I look around but can't see anything.

"You're a long way passed home." I hear a familiar sweet voice behind me.

I turn around to see a blue ghostly apperception. I observe the details of the figure, and my heart almost stops.

"Hello, Claire!"

"Abuela!" I cry and run up to her. I stop and try to reach out to touch her, but it's transparent, and my hand goes through her.

"Hello, my little Neita." She says softly, smiling. She wears a simple orange dress with Celtic symbols on them.

"Abuela, why can't I touch you but can see you? I thought our families' spirits couldn't be seen and were orange. How are you here?"

"I can't explain much as we don't have much time together." She replies. I want to know, but I'm always patient with her. "Listen to me carefully, Claire. A curse has fallen upon our family, and it's up to you to find out, fix it and save our family."

"But I thought you taught me that fate doesn't exist? What is the curse? How was it caused? Does it involve the voice I've been hearing and where I'm going?" I beg.

But she starts to fade. "I can't stay to explain, and I have to rest, but I will watch over you. Defeat the Arcane Order and restore what was destroyed by them." She says softly.

"But I don't know if we will succeed. I'm afraid of losing any of my friends and family." I reply with concern.

Abuela looks sweetly at me and ghostly caresses my cheek. "Don't worry, Claire. You will succeed, and I know you will. You're the strongest person I know. Restore what was destroyed." She hushes me before fading away more and growing distance between us.

"Abuela, wait! Don't go!" I call out to her.

"Keep me close to you, and I'll never leave you. You have a pure, good heart and more power than you realize." She adds before she completely disappears from my sight.

I start running. Fog forms around me, and it makes it harder to see. I feel a dark presence and stop. I hear eerie voices around me. I feel so hot, like baking in an oven, and suddenly so cold I collapse, shivering and hugging myself. I hear sinister laughter. Rage boils inside me, and I find the strength to pull myself up. "You won't take me! I will never let you win!" I scream at the fog surrounding me.

"You foolish girl. You will never win." I hear Skrael laugh.

"You will join us and create a new world for the good of all magical creatures," Bellroc states.

I had enough of this shit. "No!" I shout at the top of my lungs. "I will NEVER aid in destroying everything and the people I love! You may have taken away my grandmother, but you will NEVER take anyone else away from me! I will defeat you, and you'll never win! Why do you need me?"

"Because you're unique. You are more powerful than Merlin or our champion could ever be. You have the potential to make a difference in the world, and we're giving you that chance." Skrael replies.

Then it clicks like a puzzle piece. They want me to help open the Genesis Seals. No! I'm not as powerful as Merlin, Morgana, or Douxie. "No! Never! I have a good heart. Nari and I will never help you! I will fight until the end, even if it's on my life!"

With that said, a glowing blue light forms in the fog before me, flowing in the air. It comes closer, and I see it's the Amulet of Daylight. I grab and examine it. The gem looks like the one I have. It is circular with a hint of purple and fine white lines, but the metal seems precisely like the original. Trollish turn to English and turn like a clock.

"Give it to the Trollhunter. Give it to the Trollhunter." A strange voice whispers from the Amulet.

This is part of my dream, but does this mean I should re-create the Amulet of Daylight? That's impossible. I can't. I'm not even a master wizard yet. It took centuries for Douxie to get to that level. According to him, Archie did help him perfect his skills as he had no magic books. He tried to look for one, and that's how he met Zoe in 1326 AD, but I can talk to him when I wake up.

"Give us that Amulet!" I hear a growling voice behind me, and it sounds like the voices of Bular and Gummar combined. I slowly turn around and see those horrible yellow glowing eyes. "Give it to me!"

"No way! I am never giving you anything!" I scream and lift the Amulet as high as possible, waving it as it glows solid and bright, wiping the fog and evil away. "I won't give up and let you win!" I scream before feeling a painful sting pressing against the center of my forehead. I close my eyes and concentrate on the pain, clutching the Amulet close to my chest, but when the pain starts healing, it spreads across my forehead to my ears, pulling my hair back out of my hair. I feel something solid but thin and slightly warm on my head.

I open my eyes and find myself still in the camp with Jim's arms around me, but something feels wrong. I shift over to look at him. I can't help but caress his face. He looks so peaceful when he sleeps. When you look at him, watch him sleep, or talk to him, you would think Jim is just someone who, in Steve's words, is a "stick that would easily blow in the wind." A pacifist. But on the inside, he is passionate, heroic, and a fighter until the very end, even when someone he cares about gets hurt or in danger. It's one of the reasons I love him. I could always count on him not hesitating to protect me or anyone else in this camp. Well... maybe Steve. Jim has a good heart and deserves to be the Trollhunter again. I will find a way to return that to him because war is coming.

"Claire!"

I look and smile as Nari and Nymeria walk over to me. "Hey!" I say as Nymeria sits to my left, and I pet her as Nari sits to my right.

"What are you reading?" Nari asks curiously, noticing Morgana's book in my lap, but she frowns as she looks over my arm. "There's nothing on there."

I bite my lip, not wanting anyone to discover the book's truth. "It's a magical book that only I can read," I say truthfully.

"Oh," Nari replies.

"Hey Claire," I hear Zoe shout.

I quickly close and put away the book before turning to see her walking towards me. "Hi, Zoe!" I reply.

"You did well in training today."

I smile at her. "Thanks! You too."

"Hi, guys!" We hear Mary shout, smiling, and walking with Darci and Aja. They walk toward us, and we all form a circle.

"Claire, may I braid your hair?" Nari asks innocently.

After the first day, Mom's Dutch braid came undone, and I just kept it in a ponytail, but I would like a bit of a change-up. I smile and nod my head. Quickly, Nari gets behind me and starts brushing my hair with her fingers. Her touch is nothing like Mom's, but she has soft skin, even if she's a plant-like Demi-god. We talk about how the journey is going for each of us. Darci, Mary, and even Aja and Zoe try to pressure me into telling them about my journey to New Jersey with Jim and the trolls, to which, of course, I snap at them. Even writing it down makes me feel depressed.

"All done!" Nari says joyfully.

I can't see the results, so Zoe summons a mirror behind and in front of me. It's a beautiful French-style braid. My dark hair and purple streaks blend perfectly together, adorned with colorful flowers as decorations. "Oh my gosh! Thank you!" I reply to Nari, smiling. "You have made my day. I love it!"

"What does 'made my day' mean?" Nari asks curiously, tilting her head.

We all laugh, but I answer her. "It means you made me happy through this gloomy day."

"Ohhh," Nari replies, smiling and giggling. Then her eyes notice something and look down. "Claire, what's that on your finger?"

I look down at my fingers, examining all of them. Then I see the ghostly ring on my left ring finger and sigh. "It's a ring."

"Wait?! What?!" Mary asks and rushes to look at the ring, causing her to gasp. "Oh my god! Isn't that the same ring we saw at the manor a few days ago?" She adds excitingly.

I nod my head, making her look like she won something. "Oh my god, Claire! That is the engagement ring finger. Are you and Jim-"

"No! No! No! Guys! This is just an apparition. It disappears and appears randomly." I shout at my friends. "I'm 17, and Jim will be in a month! We're too young! This apparition means nothing!" I protest, crossing my arms.

"How long have you guys been together?" Darci asks curiously.

"About a year and a half," I answer casually.

"And NotEnrique told me that you and Jim have been sleeping together every night," Zoe notes, making me hiss under my breath.

"What!?" Mary and Darci gasp, making me facepalm myself. "You guys must be getting serious in your relationship."

"How long have you guys been doing it?"

"Since the start of the summer," I reply. "We did that during our travels to New Jersey just for warmth." Also, for comfort. "Darci, are you and Toby not in that?" I smirk.

We all laugh but her. "No, and we're not really into that kind of thing." She answers clearly. "Claire, you two have the strongest relationship I've ever seen. You guys have been through so much, according to what you told us. Both of you are risking your lives for the other, fiercely protecting and supporting each other despite freakin' time and space to save each other. I'm pretty sure you two are destined to be together forever."

"And besides, this could be a sign," Zoe replies, winks, and smirks at me.

I just turn my head, rolling my eyes and sighing. I look down and study the now visible ring again. I quiver a bit when I feel it is so natural on my finger. What if Zoe, Mary, and Darci are right? Could this be a sign? Jim and I aren't engaged or married. But Darci is right about our relationship. We are strong. We support, stand by, protect, and risk our lives for each other.

"Your names are written in the stars together."

I turn my head and see Jim in the distance, around the boys. He turns in my direction, and our eyes meet. He smiles at me sincerely, and after a moment, I turn away, blushing and feeling butterflies in my stomach. I look down at the ring again, and it softly glows a shade of sapphire blue and lilac before it fades away again. It seems like just an illusion, but everyone can see it. "What about you, Mary? Has Krel asked you out yet? Or you, Zoe? How's your love life?" I say sarcastically, crossing my arms.

"Claire!" They shout, blushing, and looking embarrassed, making me, Darci, and Nari laugh. "That's not funny!"

"Now you know how I feel when you guys ask me about my personal life," I say confidently.

Nari steps closer and gently takes my left hand to examine it. She tries to touch my ring, but, as I suspected, she can't, and the ring fades. "Claire, this is a true love spell." She says, making my heart skip a beat. "This is one of the most powerful spells in the world and is very rare."

But I shake my head. "True love doesn't exist," I reply casually.

"I heard about this spell. No one knows how it is cast. Some say it happens when two people are born or met, but to summarize, they will always be together forever. It can break any curse on them and is more powerful than anything in the world, but it must be protected."

"Alone, they are two, but together, they are one," Nari adds.

I still don't believe them and roll my eyes. I spot Douxie in the crowd, and the nightmare of last night comes to my head. "Sorry guys, I need to deal with something. Excuse me." I say, getting up and taking Morgana's diary with me. I put it in my bag and noticed the blue-slightly purple gemstone glowing in a little pouch in the bag. I feel a terrible feeling in my stomach. What I saw in my dream couldn't be true, could it? I quickly grab the gem before shoving it into my pocket. "Douxie, may I talk to you in private?" I called out nervously, walking up towards him as everyone was still hanging out and the blue gemstone Abuela gave me in my pocket.

He turns to me but smiles. "Of course!" He replies kindly. We walked to a remote place, away from the camp, as I insisted it would be secret. I pick up the pace and look behind me almost every other second. "Calm down, Sis. What's going on? You're always on edge."

I stop and take a deep breath as we're far enough from anyone to hear us. I take out the gem and turn around, keeping it close to my heart. "Douxie, if I tell and show you this, you must promise not to tell anyone. Not even Jim or Blinky." I say seriously. He looks at me with concern but nods his head. I take a deep breath and show Douxie the gem. His eyes widen, but he raises his eyebrow.

"Where did you find this?" He asks, sounding like he's seen it before.

"My Abuela gave it to me on my birthday and told me to use it well," I reply, looking down at the gem. "I think I know what to do with it. But I'm not sure it will be possible or if it will work."

"What do you mean?" Douxie asks with more concern. I look up and let him hold the gem, and he examines it curiously.

"I think there's a way we can re-create the Amulet of Daylight." I finally say. "Jim wants to help protect me, and I don't think the age of the Trollhunter is over, and he needs this."

Douxie looks up from the gem. "Claire, this is a noble thing, but-"

"You're not a master witch." We hear a calm voice behind us. We jump and turn around to see Nari and Archie.

"How did you find us?" I ask in slight worry. "How much have you been listening?"

"Almost the whole thing," Nari replies nervously, walking closer to me.

Archie transforms into his dragon form and flies to me and Douxie's level. "Claire, what you're saying is impossible and risky." He says sternly.

"I know, Archie, but we have to try. There's a chance we can. Besides, we have Nari, a freakin' Demigod, for crying out loud." I protest, trying to come up with other arguments to add.

"Archie does have a point, Claire." Douxie sighs. "Even if there is a chance, it might not work."

I won't take that answer. "Douxie, you and Jim were the ones who taught me there is always a way. Don't say that!"

"Claire, there is no way to re-create the Amulet of Daylight." He replies seriously.

"We have to try! It doesn't matter if I'm a master of magic or not. We have to try!" I shout, glaring at my mentor. "We can't just throw in the towel before trying. You're not like Merlin! He always shuts down others' opinions and doesn't even bother trying, but you never give up and always try whatever you can to find a way to save your friends, fix something or stop the Arcane Order."

Douxie stares at me without words to say. I feel bad for mentioning his dead mentor and adoptive father, but I had to get my point across to get to him. Douxie turns to Archie and down at the blue gemstone glowing in his hands. He sighs and looks up at me. "Ok! We can try, but we don't have the materials and metal for creating the Amulet, but we will find a way."

I smile. "Thank you!"

"Guys! Guys! Where are you?" We hear Toby shout. We turn around, and I shove the blue gemstone into my pocket as he comes into view. "Aww, there you are! We were wondering where you were."

"What's up, Toby?" I ask him, trying to pretend the conversation between Douxie and I had never happened.

"Jim told me to find you. We're going on the move again." He replies, seemingly in a good mood, but I know he's completely exhausted by looking at his face and how he moves and talks. "What are you doing here?"

"Claire and I were discussing strategies for her training before the Arcane Order comes," Douxie answers for me. "We'll follow you to camp."

Toby's face turns pale at the mention of the Arcane Order. "Ok." He replies before walking back to where he came from.

As Douxie said, we follow him back to camp, where everyone is getting ready. Jim turns in my direction and smiles; I clutch the gemstone in my pocket but run to him. We hug and kiss before grabbing our bags and walking, following Nymeria.

It's been another tiring day. The supply is getting smaller, everyone is growing tired and anxious, and the rough terrain is ahead of us. Me, I must train and study all I can for this dangerous but essential journey for me. But every day seems to remind me how exhausted I was with the trolls while traveling. Then, I didn't have almost anything to eat, could barely sleep on the hard rocky floor, and tried my best to stay on the sidelines, trying not to be a problem. This is the same except for the last part and being underground for the whole summer, and I feel weaker every day, every hour, every minute, every moment. I can't get much sleep. My mind and body aren't cooperating. It always tells me to work harder, study more, and keep guard. I can't relax. I can't hold myself still for just a second. I'm scared and anxious, making it even worse for my magic. It's hard not to blow up during training, being frustrated with my friends, Douxie, Archie, and/or Zoe. When someone tries to talk to, interrupt, or come close to me, it takes so much strength not to hit them with my magic. Everything is setting me on edge, or I want to snap, which I rarely do, according to everyone who knows me. It's unnatural.

"Claire! Claire!" I hear Jim's voice shout.

I peek from the cliff's edge and see my boyfriend looking franticly for something with his sword. He's looking for me. I jump down the rock to the ground and transform it into my human form. I'm starting to get more comfortable in my wolf form very quickly. I either think Nymeria is paying so much attention to it or something else. "Jim."

He spins around and breathes a huge sigh of relief. He runs to me and tightly wraps his arms around me, trembling.

"Jim, what's wrong?" I ask, my voice raspy from his tight grip, hanging on for dear life.

"Claire, don't you ever scare me like that again, walking into the darkness like that." He mumbles in my shoulder.

I wrap my arms around him and lean into his strong embrace. "Jim, it's ok. Shhhh! Shhhh! I'm right here. There's nothing to be scared of." I whisper, but he doesn't. I hear him breathing heavily and his heart beating so fast; it's like he was just finished a workout. To soothe him and myself, I snuggle my head against Jim's chest and rub his back. Slowly, I feel him relax.

He loosens his grip, and I look up and my boyfriend. "Claire, what are you doing out here?" He asks worryingly.

"I couldn't sleep." Is all I can say. "Why are you out here?"

"I woke up, and you were gone." He replies. "I was scared something happened to you."

"Jim, there is nothing here to hurt me. Why would you think that?" I ask, caressing Jim's face, trying to comfort him.

Jim sighs and glances down before returning to my eyes. "I had a nightmare about you." He pauses, trembling again. "We were fighting the Arcane Order. I thought we were winning until I heard you scream behind me. I turned and saw the Half-Troll, taking you forcefully into a cave. I ran after you into the dark. I kept hearing your voice echoing off the walls, screaming my name, but whenever I turned around, your voice faded into the dark distance. I tried my best to find you, but with every turn I made and ran; I seemed to go farther away until silence. I tried calling your name. But no response. Then I hear cackling behind me. I turned around and saw Bellroc and Skrael hovering over..." he paused and looked away from me, biting his lip.

I pull his face towards mine. "Tell me," I whisper gently, but Jim's eyes speak of something horrific.

He sighs and takes a deep breath. "They were hovering over your body, where you looked asleep, but I felt something was wrong. I ran over to you and held you in my arms, but you felt cold and lifeless, and your necklace's pendant was black. You couldn't wake up. I hear Bellroc cackling and say that 'she has done her deed.'" Jim adds, looking away with tears coating his eyes. I tremble at the words he says but try to console him. "I thought I lost you, and it was real. I heard the rocks fall above us, but I held you tightly. Then, I woke up and thought my nightmare came too." Jim sniffed, trying to wipe the tears away with his hand, but they just kept coming.

"Oh, Jim! Shhh! Shhh! Shhh! It's ok; I'm here." I say as calmly as I can, cupping his face to make him look at me, and I see water at the rims of his eyes. "I'm right here."

Jim tightens his grip around me. "Claire, I'm afraid of losing you. I feel like I can't protect you. I don't have any special powers and don't have my Amulet. I would never live with myself if something bad happened to you, knowing I couldn't protect the one I love the most. No other person can replace what I feel for you." He says quietly, trying to sound brave in front of me. "I made a promise to your parents to protect you."

I sigh, wiping the tears away to see those blue eyes. "Jim, it's ok. You won't lose me. We will succeed and return home in one piece, together with our friends." I reply with a lie. I don't know if we'll lose someone or a guarantee we'll succeed. We're going up against two powerful Demi-gods and a Half-Troll.

"But there's a possibility we won't." Jim protest.

I shake my head. "Jim, don't you dare say that. How many dangerous missions have we been through together? With Blinky, AAARRRGGHH, Toby? We always made it through it, even when we were separated, and I know we'll do the same." I declare. "Yes, I feel the same way as you do. Probably everyone feels that too, but we can't think that, or it will happen. It's ok to be scared, but we must stay strong and fight."

Jim sighs but nods his head. "Your right." He gives up.

"Jim, you're still my hero, with or without your Amulet and armor. In your arms, I feel safe from all harm around us. No matter what happens, we will always find a way to protect and save each other." I say before pressing my lips against his. Jim quickly leans, pulling me closer to him. I wrap my arms around his neck, making our kiss go deeper. I feel him easily surrender, and I can't help it either. No matter how I think, something about our kisses makes me feel lightheaded and safe. Of course, Jim is the first boy I ever kissed, but it's more than just euphoria. It's something I can't explain.

We break away and loosen our grip on each other. Jim glances down, and his eyes widen. "There's that again." He whispers, stunned and blushing.

I look down and see the white rings on our left ring finger. "Yeah." I manage to say, heat rising in my chest.

"Every time I come closer to you, or you're on my mind, it appears," Jim replies, examining his ring—same thing with me.

"Do you think it means something?"

"Maybe it's a sign we're meant for each other." He replies, looking up into my eyes. "I mean. We've been through so much together and love each other."

I blush, bite my lip, and glance down. Perhaps he's right, but how will we know? We're teenagers and first lovers, and most first loves in reality and movies think they'll be together forever, even though it never works. Is there even a thing like "true love" like in Romeo and Juliet, Pride and Prejudice, and/or the tales of Orpheus and Eurydice? Is that what we have? But then it hits me. "The blessed bond," I whisper.

"What?" Jim asks curiously.

"That's what Abuela did to us before she died. Bendigo este unión, 'I bless this union'. According to Nari, the two people are destined to be together forever, but I guess only time will tell." I reply, blushing. Jim smiles kiss me, sweet and tender, making me feel lightheaded. "Let's go back to camp," I say sleepily as we break away for air, panting.

"Alright." Jim agrees and leads me back to camp. We get to our stuff, and we sit down. We cuddle close in our arms. I place my head on Jim's chest, and he bends down to give me a kiss on the head. My eyes become heavy as Jim's heartbeat calms me down, and I drift off to sleep before hearing Jim's soft voice.

"I swear I will always protect you."

Author Note: I had to edit this in a rush. I struggle with this chapter a bit about what I should keep and what not to. But this turns out good. The next chapter will be the last chapter before I change the title of the story, Claire: Mistress of The Spirit. Again, to all of my guest, this might be hard to find. But if you go type in my pen-name, you will find this story. Please review!