Author Note: This chapter might seem weird, but it's important information to know before the next chapter after this.

"We're coming for you, Shadowdancer." The Half-Troll whispers in my ear, making me shiver as their cold armor brushes 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. The disgusting creature starts sniffing my hair. I want to run away, but I'm too frozen in fear 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, 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. The air gets colder, and I 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." 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 hotter than a boiling pot.

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 voice of my mom in my ear, wiping the pain away and drifting me back to reality.

My heart paces fast and hard in my chest as I run. Run as fast as I can. Thanks to about a year of training and running from trolls, I'm pretty fast, but this is rocky terrain. The rocks slow me down, but I keep my footing and speed. My friends are cheering in my ears. I am winning. Yes! But the shooting pain in my body comes back, slowing me down more to catch my breath. I have to win. I keep up, even if my legs are on fire and my chest makes breathing hard. I still hear the cheering of my friends. I press forward and see my friends at the finish line, but Nymeria speeds past me and crosses it.

"Nymeria wins!" Blinky cheers as I slow down toward the finish line, panting. Douxie and Nari thought it would be a good idea for me to race Nymeria as a wolf outside of the castle. I cross the line and lay down, exhausted, panting, and hoping to relieve some pain. Jim gets down to my level and pets me behind the ears.

"You did good, Claire."

I smile and wag my tail.

"Ok, Claire, time to turn back," Zoe says calmly, making me groan.

"Guys, let Claire get used to this form. You remember what happened yesterday." Jim protest.

"Jim has a good idea. That could also help Claire transform between both forms since she's not used to this one." Douxie agrees and turns to me. "What do you think, Claire? It's up to you."

I like Jim's idea but don't want to stay in this body. It's unnatural, and I want to be back in my human form. What if I get stuck like this? How am I going to be able to transform between forms? However, I don't want to change back. It's painful, and I'm already tired of running. I lift my head and nod.

"Follow us inside and get used to your new senses," Douxie instructs, and I weakly stand up on all four legs.

We walk into the castle, and I do what Douxie says but still struggle with my vision. All I can see is in three colors. The worst is my hearing. It's good I can hear quiet things from far away, but I jump every time I hear something come close, even the slightest sound. We followed a fairy to meet with the rest of our friends in the training arena Veronica showed us. I spot Mary and Darci training with their weapons of choice with Krel, Aja, and Toby while Douxie watches. Mary notices and tries to approach me, but when I hear her voice, I whimper in pain, shaking my head and back up.

"Mary, shhh! Claire has a heightened sense of hearing. She's trying to get used to it." Zoe hisses, standing beside me.

"Sorry," Mary says apologetically, but I approach her and rub against her, making her pet me on the head, making me wag my tail.

"Go on and walk around, Claire," Douxie instructs, making me walk away from him in annoyance.

"Hey!"

I turn around, and Nymeria smiles, wagging her tail, but I can't talk to her. So I try to howl, which doesn't work well.

"Don't worry, Claire. Wolves don't need to howl to talk. I can understand you." She replies. "Do you wanna play?"

I don't know how to play with another wolf. I do know how to play with a dog as a human, and I have seen videos of wolves playing with each other, so why not give it a shot? I haven't played with Nymeria since we met. Nymeria grabs a stick to warm me up, and we play tug-of-war. With my sharp teeth, I pull as hard as possible, and Nymeria does the same. I'm a quick learner, and we start circling, trying our best to win, growling. I rip the stick out of Nymeria's mouth but lose my footing, falling to the ground.

"Looks like you still need to work on your balance, but you won!" Nymeria says calmly, coming closer to me.

I smile and want to continue playing. We playfully wrestle each other, making me get used to fighting as a wolf. Jim comes towards us and shouts for us to stop, but Nymeria won't hurt me as she tries not to bite me. We both get each other down and head-bud each other. I soon give up and roll on my back. I notice Nari walk toward me with Douxie, Zoe, and Archie. I get up and run. I don't want to transform back. I'm afraid of the pain. They call me to come back. I'm not ready yet, but my body shifts. My magic flows, and I jump, making me fly in the air and fall hard on my back. I howl in a human voice. My head hurts, and every part of my body is in pain.

"Claire!" Douxie shouts, and I see him, Jim, Nymeria, Nari, and Archie upside down, running toward me. "Are you ok?"

"Hey, guys!" I groan, rolling on my stomach. "I'm fine."

"You did it!" Nymeria cheers.

"But it hurts and is difficult," I reply while Jim helps me reach my feet.

"You'll get used to it, Claire," Archie says calmly. "And you need to control your emotions."

Jim and I glance at each other and roll our eyes. "Yeah! Like that hasn't helped me before." I mutter.

"Are you ready to do a magic lesson, Claire?" Douxie asks with slight concern.

Even if I have a headache, I can handle another challenge. I nod my head despite Jim's concern. To soothe him, Douxie promises this won't be physically painful. "What are we doing today, Douxie?" I ask.

"A meditation exercise." He replies, drawing his attention to me

"Ummm... Douxie, aren't we supposed to prepare for battling the Arcane Order?" I ask in confusion.

"Yes, but meditation helps witches and wizards connect with their powers, especially yours."

"But Douxie, we've already done that before. That's boring! I want to learn how to fight with my powers." I complain, making Douxie huff.

"Claire, we need to move slowly. Trust me; it will help you connect and fight better with your powers." He reassures me, trying to contain his patience with me.

I can't believe this is where his mind is going. We're running from the world's most potent force, and Douxie wants to slow my lessons down. I can't, not after losing one of the most influential people in my life to the threat we're up against, but I restrain myself, biting my lip and clenching my fist. I take a deep breath and agree with Douxie.

Douxie opens my spell book and flips to a specific page. "This meditation practice is called convergence. This is a severe part of the connection with your powers. You must do this correctly, but once mastered, it will protect you from anyone who tries to touch you." Douxie explains.

Good! Something interesting. But... "That doesn't sound good."

"Yeah. It's pretty risky and difficult, and you have to focus on controlling it and returning to yourself, but it will help you be stronger with your powers and protect you once you master it."

"And all of you must stay back and be quiet," Zoe says to my friends.

"Why?" Blinky asks.

"This meditation needs total focus for Claire, and she needs to be at peace of mind; sounds will only make it worse for her. She needs total concentration." She replies. "If you want to help her."

Everyone agrees and backs away from Douxie and me.

"Are you ready, Claire?"

I take a deep breath and nod my head. I might fail as I'll be alone to get out, but I know I can do it. "I'm ready."

Douxie smiles and nods his head. He opens my book and flips to a specific page. "Alright. First, close your eyes."

I obey.

"Don't focus on entering into the Shadow realm. You must concentrate and feel the presence of what you see, hear, and feel inside. Take a deep breath and relax. Feel the magic all around you."

I open my palm and allow my guard to drop. I feel the connection between my powers and the shadows around me, but it's not just that. I feel something inside me. A source of positive strength and energy, giving me the sensation of weightlessness. My magic spreads around me from head to toe.

"Do you feel it?" Douxie asks.

"I feel it," I reply calmly.

"Now, think of a very happy, powerful memory. Remain focused on that memory and let it connect to your powers."

I do as he says. My magic flows to every part of my body. I lost my sense of hearing and couldn't open my eyes. I imagine being in a place where nothing bad is there—all the good memories of my life, and select one to see.

My mom looks around for something in our house and living room. "Where are you?" She says, trying to hold in a chuckle. "Come out, come out."

I hear a little giggle behind me. I turn around, and there, in a little crack of a wooden cabinet, I can see the face of a young girl, although I can't capture her facial features as she disappears from sight.

"I'm coming to get you," Mom says, looking near the couch. She looks behind it but finds nothing. She smirked and continued looking around the area. I hear the giggling again and a small creek. I turn around, and the girl peeks her head out, covering her mouth. She has long, dark, beautiful hair and brown eyes. I smile. It's me. "Where is my mischievous little girl?" Mom says sarcastically, talking to herself and rubbing her chin. The little girl slowly comes out of the cabinet and walks towards Mom. "I'm going to gobble her up when I find her." She says before turning around and lighting up, running. The little girl squeals, trying to run away in the opposite direction, but Mom grabs her and sits on the floor. She locks her arms around the little girl and starts tickling her, making her laugh.

I remember this memory. Mom and I used to play with each other. Mom was board games, and mine was hide-and-seek. Mom was still in college when she had me at 20. Thankfully, Dad helped support her by taking care of me. I see a picture of me when I was two, Dad and Mom in her college graduation cap and gown. She holds me in her arms while I hold her diploma. It reminds me of the picture of Barbara with a seven-year-old Jim next to her in the hallway of their house when you first open the door. Barbara is in a cap and gown with her diploma in her hand while Jim stands, looking handsome for a boy his age. Near it is a picture of Barbara's ex-husband and Jim's Dad, wearing a military uniform. Jim told me the picture stayed in her room in the first few years of his disappearance, but after she got her Ph.D., she moved it downstairs where it is now. It's hidden in a dark corner of the wall. Out of sight, out of mind. I only found it when I came over to Jim's house once, but I find it odd Barbara still has a picture of her ex-husband, who abandoned her and Jim, on the wall. The glass was cracked after we came home from New Jersey and Camelot. Barbara explained when Mr. Strickler saw the picture, they got into an argument, and he took it off the wall and threw it on the floor. She cleaned it up and put the picture back up. Even though they say otherwise, Barbara still loves James, and Jim misses his father.

I love this place, living in the happiest memory of my life. Suddenly, sadness creeps into my heart, making the joy disappear, thinking of something I wish to forget: Abuela dying in my arms. With one motion, I slash into my skin again. I react similarly, but as my magic rushes to my cut, I cry, pressing it down. I open my eyes and find myself in Abuela's room, watching her weak fame slowly fade. I begged her to stay with me, but her grip loosened in my hand, and I desperately clung to her. Then, her heartbeat stops, making mine drop. I snap back to reality and collapse to the ground.

"Claire, are you ok?" Douxie asks worryingly, helping me steady myself.

"I'm fine," I reply, struggling to my senses. "Sorry, it's just hard for me to focus on positive emotions." I sigh, looking down to the ground, feeling tears come to my eyes. "I had it, but I just can't stop thinking about Abuela." I want to, but I can't grieve over her. Probably, Mom is going through a similar thing; she'll be able to grieve with the entire family and Dad but is worried about her daughter again.

Douxie places a hand on my shoulder. "Are you sure you want to continue?"

I look up at him and nod my head. "We have to continue."

"Claire, I know you are anxious, but you should be able to grieve for your grandmother. It's OK-"

I shake my head. "No! I want to prepare to face the Arcane Order again. Abuela might want me to take it one step at a time, but I can't stop now." I snap in determination.

Douxie sighs and agrees to go forward. We mostly reviewed everything I'd learned from the past weeks, and after a while, we finished. "Sometimes I worry, but I'm impressed by your determination." He whispers.

I roll my eyes as we walk over to my friends. "Hey, Mary, Darci, I want to see how good you two are getting with your skills," I say, making them blush.

"Oh-OK!" They squeak, glancing around nervously. They turn to Jim, and he raises his eyebrow.

I ask Veronica to set up targets around the room, and Darci stands in the center with her bow in her hand and the arrows in the quiver hanging on her hip. She takes a deep breath, reaches for an arrow, and gets ready to aim. She looks at a target, and with one motion, she lets the arrow fly. It lands on a bull's eye, making us gasp in amazement. Darci does the same routine for the next target and the next one after, repeatedly making bull's eyes. When the targets are hit, Veronica magically replaces them, making Darci's arrows fall to the floor. Darci circles around, becoming faster as her arrows run out, never keeping her concentration off the targets. After 29 shots, all bull's eyes, Darci draws her last arrow and lets it fly. It hits the target and makes the last bull's eye. Darci relaxes, and we cheer. She lowers her bow, walks to hug Mary and me, and high-fives Jim, thanking him for his help. She bends down, and Toby hugs her, being proud of her.

"How did you do that?" I ask as we help Darci collect her arrows. "The targets were about 20 feet away, and you were circling around the room. Didn't it make you tired or dizzy?"

"No. With the dizziness, Jim told me to force on a specific area on the target, similar to what ballerinas do when they're twirling. As for my aim, my dad took me to shooting ranges several times to teach me to shoot a gun." She admits.

"What?!" Mary asks, looking at Darci in shock. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I'm really not supposed to tell anyone that. My dad wanted me to learn how to shoot a gun for protection."

"Is it me, or should I be afraid of you?" Krel asks nervously.

"No! I hated shooting a gun and would never imagine shooting someone, but it was a good experience." Darci hisses.

"Darci, the reason you're learning how to shoot is so you can protect yourself, which means you might need to shoot someone with your arrows." Jim corrects her.

"I know. The Arcane Order and that disgusting Half-troll make me want to shoot them in the heart for what they did, but I'm talking about you guys."

"Ok." He sighs.

"Actually, to do damage to the Arcane Order, you and Mary will have special blades on your weapons, so when it touches them, it will cause them pain as an average blade to a human, but you can't touch them as they are lethal to the touch," Krel replies.

"Good, that will be better to protect myself," Darci sighs.

"That's what you get for coming with us." Steve mumbles.

"I heard that!" Toby hisses, glaring at him in anger.

After we're done collecting the arrows, Mary prepares to perform her skills for us. Veronica forms poles around her to aim and cut with a sharp blade. Mary takes a deep breath and swings the rope, creating energy to throw faster. Unlike Darci, Mary struggles more but tries her best, cutting some poles while not hitting others. Despite our encouragement, Mary begs for it to stop, looking ashamed. I want to comfort her, but Krel rushes to her as I take a step. He whispers something to her, and she smiles, nodding to him. Krel backs up, and Mary starts up again. This time, she performs better but not perfectly, moving gracefully as the rope swings around her. She lasts longer and stops when Jim tells her to, being satisfied with the work she does. We cheer, and she relaxes, making Darci hug her tightly.

"I knew you could do it," Darci says to her best friend.

"What did you tell her?" I ask Krel.

"Mary is a good dancer. I just told her to imagine she's on the dance floor and the rope is her partner." He says, blushing.

I raise my eyebrow, hearing Krel has seen Mary dance before.

"That's actually a good strategy," Jim comments, making Mary and Krel blush. "More intense practice, and you'll protect yourself from the Arcane Order."

Mary and Darci groan, rolling their eyes while I snicker. "Speaking of which, how about we duel each other with our weapons?" I suggest. Jim agrees it's a good idea and asks Blinky, AARRHHGG!, Archie and Nari will watch over it so no one gets seriously hurt—first, Steve vs. Aja. Aja wins but goes easy on her boyfriend, afraid to hurt him. Second, Zoe vs. Steve. Even though she is half his size, Zoe kicks his butt, but Steve puts up a good fight. Third, Zoe vs. me. I managed to beat her, but it was a close call. I used my staff to finish the fight despite it being against the rules Zoe had made for me.

"Claire, you need to use your magic when you're fighting, especially with the Arcane Order. You can't rely on your staff all the time." She reminds me, disappointed.

"I'm sorry. I'm just used to not using magic during combat, and my staff is already magical."

"Then use that instead before the Arcane Order gets their hands on you."

We do a rematch, and I win, this time, not using my staff despite the temptation. Fourth, Toby vs. Krel. Surprisingly, Toby wins, knocking Krel's sword out of his hand with his hammer. Fifth, Steve vs. Jim. We all laugh when Jim takes Steve down within less than five minutes. Steve whines and demands a rematch, but Toby laughs and says he has no chance, so Steve challenges him. Sixth, Toby vs. Steve. Toby's hammer is stronger, heavier, and harder than Steve's and causes his head to shake due to the vibration. Douxie tells Steve to take a break to end his pain, but Steve glares at Jim, Toby, and me before sitting down. Seventh, Mary vs. me. I used my staff, but Mary wrapped the rope around my staff and pulled it out of my hand, making it land on the floor. I laugh and congratulate Mary on her effort. Eighth, Douxie vs. me. I beat him while using my magic, listening to his and Zoe's demands. Ninth, Douxie vs. Jim. It's a draw. They are both good in combat, making Blinky proud and me laugh. Tenth, Aja vs. me. She beats me by making my trip, but I laugh it off, and she helps me get back on my feet. We continue dueling until we get tired. Unfortunately, Darci can't compete as her weapon is significantly different than ours.

"Hey Claire," Steve shouts, and I turn to him. "Why don't you and Jim duel?"

I look at Jim, and he looks pale as a ghost.

"No, I'm not!" Jim shoots it down.

"Oh, come on, Lake, the way Claire fights, you won't hurt her," Steve says sarcastically. "What are you... scared?"

"I'm not going to hurt Claire again." He snaps back, staring at Steve with angry eyes.

"Again?" Aja questions in concern.

"It's a long story, guys." I hiss before turning to Steve. "And if you don't stop pressuring Jim, I'll show you how I can fight," I growl, making Steve gulp and back away.

When the end of the day comes, and we're done eating, we walk back to our rooms. Everyone is exhausted except for me. I manage to escape with the blue circular gemstone out of my bag. I lied again to Jim that I wanted to hang out with Veronica again, but inside, I was excited. Jim is going to become the Trollhunter again. I meet up with Douxie, Archie, and Nari with Veronica in her study. I couldn't join them to avoid suspicion, and Douxie lies he was creating a weapon to help us defend ourselves from the Arcane Order. When I arrived, my blood turned cold, seeing Zoe beside Douxie.

"Douxie, what is Zoe doing here?" I ask nervously, hiding the gemstone in my pocket.

"Don't worry, Claire. Zoe knows what's going on." He says calmly.

"Why? How?"

"Calm down, Claire. I knew you two were up to something and pressed Douxie to know about it because he had been acting strange these past two days." Zoe says casually, making my stomach ache.

"It's ok, Claire. We explained everything to Zoe, and in exchange, she wouldn't tell anyone." Nari says, trying to reassure me.

I sigh and take a deep breath as she grabs my hand.

"Why didn't you tell any of us this before?" Zoe asks.

"We weren't confident it would work, so we kept it a secret."

"It will work, Archie!" I hiss at him. "Are we ready, Douxie?" I ask, holding the circular blue gemstone to my chest, hoping this would work. It will work!

"Yes! I created all the metals we needed. Now all that's left is the carvings on the gem and metal." Douxie replies.

I smile and place the gem in mid-air next to Douxie's staff, which we'll use in the carving. We found a device similar to the one Douxie said he and Merlin used to create the Amulet. It's big and has a colossal circle to steer the magic around the gem.

"Are you ready, Claire?" He asks, concerned. "You have to remain completely focused and concentrated."

I take a deep breath and nod my head. "I am!" I reply with determination.

Douxie smiles and taps the gem of his staff. It glows. The magic spreads to each part of the circles, creating a mandala-like image. Douxie and I combine our powers to create a sphere, and it touches the gemstone, causing a burst of energy to flow around us. I use all my strength to steady the progress, wanting to have the Amulet of Daylight back like it was in my dreams. We move the circles steadily, carving the symbols into the gemstone. Soon, Douxie tells me to stop, and the magic disappears. I reach out, touch the gemstone, and examine the work we placed on it, making me smile.

"Now it's time to lock the Amulet together," Douxie says clearly, turning to me. "Claire, this is the hardest part. You know what to say, right?"

I nod my head. "An Lucem Gloria Mea." I pronounce it as best as I can.

"Good. You need to put your all into this. You know the Amulet of Daylight, and you've seen Jim use it. Concentrate on how you see it completed."

I've seen it in my dreams. I nod my head, and we begin. We asked everyone else in the room to be quiet and still. Douxie pours molten lava into the bottom of the Amulet, and he magically lays the carved gem on top, making it stick together. Carefully, we magically hover and lay the metal on the gemstone.

Douxie takes a deep breath and lifts his staff. "An Lucem Gloria Mea." He says calmly.

I do my part, lifting my hands and using my magic, making the gem glow slightly purple. "An Lucem Gloria Mea."

Suddenly, a vision of Abuela giving me the gemstone appears in my mind.

"Use it well."

I bite my lip, sad, but I must focus and concentrate. I look at the gem, rising in mid-air. I think of all the times I've seen the Amulet. Jim wore it often while we were in Heartstone Trollmarket and on missions. I remember seeing him transform in the woods, protecting me from the goblins and Nomura. Even though the Amulet of Daylight was for trolls, it was made and meant for Jim. He's selfless, caring, loyal, determined, heroic, and honorable. My magic grows, and I give my all for this small but powerful item. Then, a small burst of blue light caused a small and gentle wave of energy to flow through the room. I look up, and joy rises in my chest. The Amulet of Daylight glows bright, hovering over the table where it lies. It worked! It actually worked! It was exactly like in my dreams. I am purple, and Douxie is blue.

"It's done," Douxie says, smiling.

I reach out and grab the Amulet. I examine it, and it's precisely what it looked like in my dreams and what it was before. "You did it," I mumble, looking at my mentor.

"No, you did it." He corrects me. "What do you want it to say on it?"

"What?" I ask, confused, looking at Douxie.

"The original Amulet's incantation read, 'For the glory of Merlin, Daylight is mine to command.'. You are credited for creating this one and should choose the incantation." He replies, smiling. "Just say the words, and they will be engraved in the metal."

I look down and take a moment to think. I hated the original incantation, and Douxie says I can choose. "For the glory of all, daylight is mine to command," I say loud enough for those words to appear on the edges of the metal in English, and when done, the words change into Trollish.

"Cool!" Zoe mumbles behind me.

I look down and stroke the Amulet with my thumb. "Let's give this to Jim."

"We'll give him it tomorrow." Douxie agrees.

I nod and study the glowing item in my hand, smiling at the re-creation I made and hope for my boyfriend. I touch the center, making a shiver run down my spine. I look up and hand Douxie the Amulet. "Don't tell anyone I help re-create the Amulet. Please!"

"Don't worry, I won't." He reassures me.

Douxie takes and keeps the Amulet before returning to his room, with Archie and Zoe following. Zoe promised not to tell anyone about this, and I walked back to my room; this time, Veronica accompanied me with Amber.

"Are you going to be alright tonight, my dear?" She asks me.

"Yes. I'm excited to see Jim's reaction to restoring his Amulet." I reply, smiling.

"But I still don't understand why you won't tell him you're the one who made it."

"I don't want anyone to know. I already revived Jim from the dead; the Arcane Order is after me; what else am I capable of? I don't want to be acknowledged for re-creating the Amulet."

"I'm not sure about that." Veronica disagrees, shaking her head.

We reached my bedroom door, and I looked at my great-grandmother. "Thank you for all your help, Veronica."

"Anything to help my young great-granddaughter." She says, smiling sweetly at me.

"Goodnight, Veronica," I say, turning the door knob.

"Sleep well, my dear." She replies and ghostly kisses me on the forehead, making me smile.

I carefully open the door and get into bed with Jim asleep, snuggling into his chest. I'm happy Jim will become what he enjoyed being, not for the glory, but for helping and protecting others. "Goodnight, my Trollhunter," I whisper before I drift off to sleep, wanting to give him a little hint. I don't want to be glorified as the savior of the Trollhunter legacy, but I want to be acknowledged as the creator of the Amulet, not Merlin.

Author Note: The age of the Trollhunter is alive again!