The Strength of Silence

CHAPTER EIGHT

Can we just take a moment to just enjoy this picture? It makes you stop and think that there's more to Gumm Gumms than being violent... look at how cute Bular was as a whelp!

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I must have fallen asleep in Aaarrrgghh's hold because I was woken with a start.

    "Blinkous Galadrigal!"

    I felt my eyes flutter open and then widen fully as the same voice repeated, "Blinkous Galadrigal!"

    "That's your name?"

    Jim.

    "Horrible, I know."

     Blinky.

     I turned to face the direction of the unfamiliar voice as I was met with an elder troll that resembled a grumpy goat. He had light tan stone skin with large horns and long white hair with a beard. The troll wore a brown leather skirt with three glowing gems in his right hip and had a orange crystal staff that reminded me of the Heartstone.

    "I wish to see the flesh bag supposedly chosen by the amulet and to check up on the Dragon Folk that is injured in your care." The tan skinned being walked up to Toby as he checked him out, "I am Vendal. Son of Rundle, Son of Kilfred."

    Toby waved, "Toby. Son of Ralph. I live with my nana and adopted sister Gemma, who is the dragon your going to check on."

   Vendel picked my brother up and started to poke him with the staff, "Dragon Folk. There is a major difference between the two beings. Now produce the amulet, Trollhunter!"

    I covered my mouth to stifle my laugh at the fact that the old goat thought that Tobes was the Trollhunter which caused a certain green eyed troll to notice and gave me an excited smile "Gem awake!"

    All eyes landed on me as I shifted uncomfortably before giving a small wave. Blinky walked up to me and greeted, "Did your nap fare well, Lady Gemma?"

    I gave a small nod before Vendal made his presence known as he asked, "How come she does not speak? Did she injure herself before she came here?"

    Jim cleared his throat as he answered, "She's semi-mute. She can talk but it irritates an old injury that she got when she was young. So Gemma stays silent to save her voice and to prevent any further damage to her throat."

    The elder raised a stone brow at the boy, "Who are you?"

    "Jim, Son of Barbara. Your new Trollhunter."

    Vendal stroked his beard, "So Draal tells me. Ridiculous! However, the amulet has been known to make ill-fated choices. How did Lady Gemma obtain such a wound in the first place?"

     I felt cold dread chill the inside of my veins as I signed, 'Tell Vandal it is none of his business and that I don't want to talk about it! Nor that I ever will!'

     I can't go down those painful memories again! All the pain and suffering; of my mother being murdered before my eyes as I laid there helplessly while blood poured from my slit throat. Then the fire and the screaming...

    A feeling of a stone hand softly petting my head saved me from being trapped in my own personal Hell. I can feel my body shiver from fear as I looked up to see the face of my savior:

    Aaarrrgghh.

     He held me closer to his patterned chest as he started to rock back and forth, "Shh... you not there. You here with your family. No more tears on Gems pretty face."