The Troll Hunters Sister

Brothers are full of secrets.

I just stood there in the shadows of the next door cafe, in shock. Trying to process what I had just seen. My jaw was probably on the ground by now, but I didn't care. Because, standing right in front of me, was my little brother. The same little brother who used to always asked for my help in math. The same little brother who was aparently, almost failing gym. MY little brother who I had heard, had a reputation for disappearing randomly during classes and always being late. Was standing there, almost in the shadows, covered in pieces of rock and slime, holding a magnificent glowing, blue sword of legend like it was something he did everyday. And the weirdest thing was that he had equally as beautiful armour on to match. This day might've started out a little weird. But never in my almost 21 years of living, had I ever expected to see my baby brother..... defeat a troll.

Lets just start from the beginning.
Hi! My name is Amyntas Danielle Lake. I am about 5'6 with long, curly, light brown honey colored hair that goes to my butt, with light pink tips and gold highlights. I have hazel eyes that are more green than brown and a small tattoo on my ankle of the world.

And another one on my wrist that's the symbol of the deathly Hallows. My mom is Barbra Lake and I have a little brother five years younger than me named James Lake Jr. (He likes to be called Jim) Our b*ch of a dad left when I was ten and he had just turned five. But, lets not dwell on that.
I am almost twenty one years old, and I finished high school early. When I was seventeen I joined the Marine Corps intelligence and trained to become a doctor like my Mom. During the years I have only been able to visit a few times, and I haven't seen my family in person for about three years. I also have a passion for music and martial arts. (Which is kinda weird when your a doctor.)
When I turned 19, I found out that trolls and wizards were real, and that my best friend/two year boyfriend was one! A wizard that is. (It would be sooooo weird if he was a troll.) That was also the week that I found out that my other best friend for about two and a half years, Sheila, is half troll and that her father was a changling.(Ok, maybe not that weird.)
Sheila is a tall, African American girl with very curly light brown hair and has beautiful kaleidoscope eyes that change with her mood. She is extremely sassy and almost never listens to what her few superior's try and tell her to do. But she is always there for a friend and is one of the most loyal people I have ever met. She is one of the youngest, high ranked spies in the CI and is always trying to scare people for fun.
We first met, when I first joined her HET team as there medical professional and backup. But, we never really started talking until she got accidentally stabbed on my fourth mission with the team. She had told me earlier that she has a high tolerance for pain, but was woosy from the numbing medication that I gave her. So, like most people under that kind stress, she told me her whole life story while I carefully stitched her up.
She had told me that she was secretly pianist and loved to dance, and that her dad was a changling who went rouge from the dark side. ( I kinda ignored that one because it sounded crazy) She also told me that she has a crush on Max, (Which was weird because he had told me almost that exact thing when he got hit pretty hard last week.😏) and that if she could have a flower as a pet, she would name it daisy.
After she had told me all that 'interesting' gossip, I finished stitching her up and knocked her out before the ambulance arrived at the medbay and she was loaded out. The next day she had approched me in my dorm to thank me for saving her. But before she walked out the door, I casually said over my shoulder." Did you know that Max says some interesting things when he's woosy?"
This had made her stop in the doorway before slowly turning around to meet my eyes. "Like what?" She had answered almost accusinglly.
"Like his crush." I had answered with a smirk, about to go back to my studies, before she walked back in the room and almost slammed my door, locking it, and turning to me.
I then commented.(Ignoring her scary glare.) "You two would make a cute couple. And Daisy is a nice name for a flower." After that little commentary, she walked up to me and almost snatched the book out of my face. Before practically whisper yelling in my face, "How much do you know!."
After that, I told her everything (not because of her glare, or the pressure) and it turned out that we had a lot in common. And by the end of our little talk, we had basicly become best friends. And from then on, she had somehow gotten to switch with my annoying roommate and helped me get higher up the chain of command. While I helped set her and Max out on their first date, before she also helped to start a band with me, her, and Duksie.