True Colours

Chapter 1 - No Troll Left Behind

(A/N: I had to rewrite this story as - some of you may know - Wattpad took it down some time ago. I hadn't saved any of it and was unable to get any of the story back. I am...still deeply hurt by this and I had put a lot of time and work into the original. I'm hoping I can remember most of what I wrote so this process can go quickly. But what I really hope, is that you all enjoy this and just be a little understanding if you had read the first one, and this one is not as good as you remember. I really did try.)

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"Once upon a time..." A voice began as a story book opened. "In a happy forest, in the happiest tree, lived the happiest creatures the world has ever known. The Trolls."

The book showed a bunch of tiny, colourful creatures with long, fuzzy hair, all having fun and living in tiny houses hanging in the trees.

"They loved nothing more than to sing, and dance, and hug. Dance, and hug, and sing, and dance, and sing, and hug, and dance, and hug, and dance, and sing, and hug, and dance, and hug- "

OKAY, WE GET IT!

"But then one day, the Trolls were discovered by...a Bergen!"

A massive creature appeared with sickly green skin, large ears, a big nose, and the grumpiest expression to ever exist.

"The Bergens didn't know how to sing, or dance or even hug."

As if to prove this point, when they tried to sing only horrid sounds came out of their mouths. Then, instead of hugging or dancing, one Bergen kicked another and then, in retaliation, the other gave him a wedgie.

"They were the most miserable creatures in all the land. And once they saw how happy the Trolls were, they wanted some of that happiness for themselves."

Now, one would think that seeing the Trolls so happy would have made the Bergens question how this was possible. And that maybe they'd ask the Trolls for their tips to happiness? Or maybe they'd even copy the Trolls?

But no. The Bergens decided the best way to gain happiness through the Trolls WAS BY EATING THEM!

A huge cage was built around the Troll tree, trapping the Trolls within, making it almost impossible for them to escape. And, soon after, Bergen Town was built around it.

"Eating a Troll made them feel so happy, they started a tradition. Once a year, every year, the Bergens would gather around the Troll tree to taste happiness. On a holiday they called...Trollstice."

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A tiny Bergen boy, the prince no less, excitedly raced through the castle halls on his tricycle. He sped around corners and up the stairs, bouncing along the uneven surface and peddling as fast as his little legs allowed him. He soon busted down the doors of his father's bedroom, flying through the air before harshly landing on top of his father.

"Good morning, Daddy!" He excitedly and loudly greeted.

But, somehow, despite all that the king remained asleep, snoring away to his heart's content.

"Daddy, wake up! Daddy, wake up! Wake up! Wake up, Daddy!"

He pulled at his father's eye lids, went around every inch of his face and yelled. This still had no effect.

With surprising patience, the young prince whispered into his father's ear, "Wake up, Daddy."

But, when that didn't work either, he became frustrated, bouncing on his father's stomach before pulling out two handfuls of his chest hair. And that seemed to do the trick. The king screamed in pain as he lifted his son by his collar.