(originally) tales of Arcadia: Trollhunters x male reader
Y/N is the older brother of jim, but also the Eternal Knight, a servant/slave to morgana. neglected by his mother, the world changing around him. he had to become... something. bigger. the wo...
I nodded before looking at my hand. it never really processed to me that the arm was made of my own bone. I then looked at my fake leg. it had no toes and didn't seem to move at all. making me walk with a limp. I grabbed some clothes and put them under my arm, getting ready to leave.
Striga then spoke to me, "pup, what do you plan on doing till you can get your new leg?" she asked as I walked lightly on my fake foot. "mostly just keep an eye out on the town. wandering around but I have to avoid any risky things." I said before suddenly remembering. Gilles. I was supposed to give her the body of Achromon. I groaned before sighing, "and seeing a... friend." I said with a sigh. really hoping she didn't want the body intact.
Striga nodded before opening a portal. "I'll see you around pup, keep the mirror close," she said before she went out of the room, going back to her sisters. "thanks hector," I said before vanishing.
as I walked out, and luckily, I found myself in my room. I smiled, thankful that striga opened the portal to my house. So, I put my new clothes on, covering myself before making my way out. I suddenly felt something, a chill ran down my spine.
Morgana suddenly spoke, "he's awoken, I thought, I thought he was destroyed" she whispered in a panicked tone. "What?" I asked but she kept muttering, "oh no, oh no," she kept repeating till I shouted. "MORGANA!"
Morgana stopped panicking, Appearing before me. I then spoke, "take it easy, I need you to slow down. ok?" I said, watching as morgana caught her breath (kinda, I mean, she is a ghost). She sighed, looking around a little before speaking. "I sensed a disturbance, something ancient has been awoken, Angor Rot." she said, a hint of guilt in her voice. "who's angor?" I asked but morgana looked away. "I...I haven't told you this but, I... you aren't my first champion," she confessed.
My eyes widened, as I gripped my amulet in my pocket. "what?" I rasped out as morgana looked away from me. "during the war, angor rot came to me, I... was crueller back then. I... Angor rot came to me for help, he wanted the power to protect his people from gunmar, I... gave it to him. by stealing his soul and binding it to a ring." she confessed before looking at me, "I made him have a hunger to fill the hole in his body, which he tried to fill with the souls of... past trollhunters." she said, guilt-ridden.
an image of a warrior, a slender troll surrounded in a fog filled my mind.
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I looked at her, then it hit me. he hunts trollhunters, "Jim." I whispered before trying to run out only to stumble. my new leg wouldn't allow me to run at all. "y/n wait," morgana tried to say but I looked at her. "you, took someone's free will?" I asked, glaring at her. She nodded, "yes, I've come to regret it severely but I can not undo what was done." she said guiltily. But I kept looking at her, "so, did you plan on enslaving me?" I asked, looking at her. Morgana quickly shook her head, "no, no, no! I came to regret what I did, I never wanted to enslave another being again, I promise, I swear." she said quickly, stuttering.
