Red ~ (Tales of Arcadia Fic)(x Reader/OC)

Chapter 3 | Bular

Walking from the house, entirely unsure of the events just transpired.

My relationship with Trollhunters turned dark 100 years ago.

I was close with one.

Not just one, but the best, up until Kanjigar.

They were legend.

I stood by their side.

In every battle.

I protected them, best I could.

But one day.

I let my guard down.

I was thrown like a doll.

They ran to catch me.

But in the process of saving my life.

They were struck.

With the blade of Angor Rot.

I was blamed for their death.

I was the reason their soul could not rest in the void.

Their body would be the only thing to take rest in the forge.

For the next 100 years.

I was hunted.

Like sport.

It was a game to the Trollhunters.

They told stories.

Stories that scared children.

Stories of me,

Torturing them.

Killing people.

Killing trolls.

Took it upon themselves to make sure I was the villian.

The Red.

That's what they called me.

That's what stuck.

"The Red..." Says a booming voice. Looking up, a dark shadow looms in the darkness.

"I would say it's good to see you but..." I trail off, conjuring my blade, red swirling around it.

(this shape)

He growls, punching the ground below him, leaving a small crater.

"What do you want, Bular?" I ask, strolling towards him, dragging the tip of my sword on the ground, creating sparks.

"I've come for the Trollhunters HEAD" He yells,

I sigh, rolling my eyes, "You're gonna have to go through me first,"

He starts charging at me, I spin my sword (yk, to feel cool) before running at him. I jump, landing behind him. He spins around angrily.

"Come and get me," I smirk, bolting down the street. Bular roars, chasing after me.