Summary: "I'm the watcher, tasked to watch over Trolberg against all that threatens it. Like my grandfather did, and his ancestors before me." The boy sat on top of a cliff underneath the moonlit sky. The girl spoke, "That's good and all but don't you ever get lonely, watching from afar?" The boy chuckled "No, no I don't. After all this is my destiny,". The girl didn't believe that.
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Part 1 – Pupilless Gaze
A boy sat on a cliff, from there he got a great view of the city of Trolberg.
A sea of red-tiled roofs of mid-rise buildings, colourful apartments with grey streets lined by lush trees, urban flora, and wide pavements. Populated by adults and children milling about on their day.
Wildlife, albeit scarce, finds and teems across the urban landscape. From colourful birds to squirrels, to the visiting Woffs, the feracious Salt-Lions, and even the occasional rats that few dread to accommodate in their homes.
At the city centre, businessmen rushed to their daily commute for work. Towering skyscrapers, large billboards, modern centres, and city service makes up the city's skyline and economical heart.
The River Bjorg divides the city, leading to the salty harbour in the south, flowing into Bjorg bay that opens up to the sea. Where the fishermen haul in their latest catch, before selling it in the wet markets right by the farmer's market. Where vendors already set up their stalls and tents displaying their products and wares, eager to sell.
The walls. The defining feature of Trolberg. Built to keep out Trolls, thus the namesake. The humble bell, the city's symbol. Bell towers are a key feature of the city as it wards of Trolls with its ringing. It lines the wall adjacent to any gates and railroad tracks. The historic landmark of the wall stood for nearly a hundred years defending the city.
Especially when Trolls, Forest Giants, and other creatures roam lands, who often have unfortunate scuffles with humans. The Huldrawoods. Castle ruins remain of an old civilization dotted the outskirt left to be forgotten, crumbling away into dust.
Each passed by a yellow car coming up from the distance. That drove up and down the rolling hills of the valley towards the gates of the city.
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Back at the cliff...
Eyes shut, the boy felt the warmth of the morning sun hit his tan skin, contrasted by the cool breeze flowing through his dark locks. He wore a white outfit that glows in the light and a brown scarf and shoes.
A cheeky grin crept to his round face. "This is nice..." He breathlessly let out, smelling the dew in the morning wind.
Swinging his feet back and forth over the edge. Unfazed, or unaware, of the steep drop below, at heights taller than most buildings. After a comfortable silence passed, he finally opens his eyes.
Pupilless white eyes greeted the world. He paws the blades of grass he sat on. Feeling each prickly yet ductile blade. He smells the fresh air carried by the cool breeze. He hums to a tune with the vibrations of cars and the noise he feels in his core.
The boy is blind. Experiencing the world, not through sight, but by the smell, sound, sense, and feel of the environment. Unfortunately, he seems to be missing out on the great view in front of him.
"I bet the sky is blue today,"
An odd thing to say, but whatever.
He shuts his eyes, and after a moment... He opens them. A softish glowing white hue emanated from his pupilless eyes. Now the boy swivels his head around with delight as if he'd regained his vision.
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The Watcher Rewrite - Hilda Netflix
Adventure"I'm the watcher, tasked to watch over Trolberg against all that threatens it. Like my grandfather did, and his ancestors before me." The boy sat on top of a cliff underneath the moonlit sky. The girl spoke, "That's good and all but don't you ever g...
