Song of the Vikings - Draal x OC

16. You

"Help!"

"Draal! Where's Vendel?"

"Deya's grace, what happened?"

"Creeper's Sun."

"...we must hurry."

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The road back to Trollmarket was pure torment. Jim forced back tears, dragging his cousin's body along. He had already sent Claire and Toby ahead to make sure the gate was open and they could get Kit in with as little trouble as possible. Blinky had refused to tell him what was wrong and at the moment, he was too scared to even ask.

All he knew was that this could be the end of Kit if it wasn't taken care of soon.

Running down the crystal stairs as fast as he could without dropping Kit, Jim wavered as he reached the bottom. He hauled their body through the center of Trollmarket, onlookers pausing in their activities.

"Help!" he screamed, his tears finally breaking free.

A crowd slowly formed around the Trollhunter, whispers being passed from one to another.

"Draal!" Claire yelled, the blue troll pushing his way through the crowd and towards the group. "Where's Vendel?"

"Deya's grace, what happened?" Draal breathed, fear filling his eyes at the sight.

"Creeper's Sun," Blinky gravely stated.

Gently taking Kit's limp form in his arms, Draal turned towards the Heartstone. "...we must hurry."

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Flickers of conversation filled Kit's ears. They cracked open their eyes, a peaceful moment passing before pain shot up their leg once more. Kit let out a groan, wincing.

"Kit!"

Propping themselves up on their elbows, Kit saw the teens all run up, each one with teary eyes. Behind them, Arrrgh stood guard at the door and Blinky was racing to and from Vendel's various cupboards, helping the elder troll.

"Hey guys," Kit choked out, smiling. "Fancy seeing you here."

Toby let out a wail, wrapping his arms around them. Sniffling, Jim reached out and placed a hand on Kit's shoulder, Claire beside him.

"Like we'd leave you alone," Jim shot back, a pained smile on his face.

Kit chuckled and then grimaced, another wave of sharp pain overtaking them. A warm hand pressed itself on their upper back, supporting them as they gasped for air. 

The pain soon passed, letting them relax once again. Opening their eyes and looking over to see their troll, Kit felt nothing but relief.

"Blue," they murmured, eyes filling with tears. 

"Rest," Draal whispered through a sad smile, his gaze never leaving theirs. "Save your strength, my love."

"Why would I need to..."

Kit fell silent as their eyes drifted down to their legs - one of which was slowly transforming to stone.

Vendel looked over the group, his steely face showing sorrow. "I'm afraid we haven't the time to make the antidote."

"So, what are my options?" Kit groaned, sitting up fully.

"If you wish to live, there is only one," Vendel replied, brows furrowing.

Blinky whipped his head around, moving over to the table. "You cannot possibly be serious, Vendel. It could kill them!"

"They'd be dead either way," the elder troll snapped. "At least this allows them a chance."