The goblins were crowded in the museum, chanting in their goblin language. Nomura and Bular were near the glowing portal, while Strickler was walking towards it with the two amulets clasped in his hands. Gunmar was standing at the opposite end of the portal, waiting for them to open it.
"Open the bridge!" He commanded.
Bular snatched the two amulets from Strickler's grasp, "It is my honor, Father."
"Where is the young changeling?" Nomura hissed, her green eyes narrowing in suspicion.
"He should be here." Strickler said before he looked towards the goblins, "Fragwa, take your brethren and fetch that vile little beast." The single goblin, with the marker mustache, nodded and ran out of the museum with the rest of his group.
Bular trekked to the top of the bridge and a dark smile spread across his face, "For centuries, Father, we have awaited your glorious return. Tonight, we take back the surface lands. Tonight, we feast!"
The remaining goblins began to cheer as Bular lowered the two amulets into the engraved sites on the eyestone. The bridge was encased in lavender light as the magic from the two amulets mixed into one.
"Finally." Gunmar breathed, "After centuries of being in the Darklands..."
The bridge shuddered suddenly and the glowing stopped. Bular's eyes went wide and frantic as the portal; now crackling and fizzing with lavender sparks, was closing down.
"Something is wrong!" He shouted in anger.
Strickler looked from the portal to the beastly prince atop the bridge and yelled, "Take out the amulets! Take them out now!"
"The portal is closing!" Bular scrambled to pull the amulets from their places, but as soon as his hands touched the cool metal, a wall of magic knocked him away.
"My son!" Gunmar reached out to push through the rapidly closing portal, but he was unable to. Bular reached for him too, calling out as the magic dimmed.
"Father..."
Gunmar again tried to reach for his son, "My son, what have you done?" The portal finally shut down and both amulets fell to the ground.
"Father!" Bular shouted desperately.
Strickler walked forwards and snatched up the amulets in frustration, "Daylight and Moonlight are theirs to command, Bular!" Strickler snarled in fury.
Bular slammed his fist on the floor before he stood and grabbed Strickler by his neck, "You said the amulets would open the bridge!"
Strickler looked up and pleaded with the dark prince, "Bular... I-I know what we need." He managed to choke out.
"What." The troll growled.
"The Trollhunters. The amulets won't work without them. They are the key." Strickler said as Bular's face contorted in thought.
The burly beast turned on Nomura and growled out, "Bring the Trollhunters to me."
Nomura nodded, a sickening smirk crossed her face, "It will be my pleasure."
Bular's attention switched back to Strickler as he threw him against the wall, "Pray that you're right, impure. Or Arcadia will burn in my fury."
"They still have the fake amulets." Strickler coughed, rubbing his neck before he stood and dusted himself off, "Nothing will protect them now."
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"Let's see," Toby said, searching through his bag of socks. He was below Not-Enrique's window. Not-Enrique was sitting at the window, looking at him expectantly.
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The Two Trollhunters: Tales of Arcadia Book One: Just the Beginning
FantasyJim and his best friends have been dragged headfirst into a world that is not their own. He and Raelynn have been chosen as this other world's protectors. But Raelynn and her sister have secrets, secrets that will have to be revealed if the team is...
