◇|| TROLLS ONESHOTS ||◇

◇ Lost at Sea ◇

CHARACTERS: Bruce [aka Spruce], Brandy... and some kind of Clay too.

SHIP: Bruce/Brandy

PLOT:

" Spruce had left Brozone for a while now and after getting carried away by the sea, finds a new friend... or more like she found him. "

WORD COUNT: 810 words

A.N: Was there for a while and just had the random motivation to finish it in the bus.... spoiler its bad.

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◇ Lost at Sea ◇

The sea wasn't like what Grandma Rosiepuff's stories told him.

He had been surprise; when he had left the troll tree, Spruce had wandered in the forest for a bit, a while, no idea how much time it had been. He had enough- enough of feeling lonely in these woods, he wasn't build for the forest; he needed fresh air. Somewhere where he would feel the wind through his purple hair.

The perfume of salty water had got his attention a few weeks ago, and that's how the teenager had ended up at that beach. He had been living in the shore for a few days, he liked the view. It was peaceful.

... and then the storm happened.

One night he had wake up to the raging wind destroying his shelter made out of a large palm tree leaves. Spruce had panicked, tried to hold back his beloging before his destiny just had to happen... which was to get carried away by the weather: he wasn't lucky - not any troll was safe in a storm like this one. Only tall and strong creatures could live in such conditions.

Spruce had tried to walk back to the forest, thinking he would perharps grap a plant and hold into it like a lifeline. But the wind was too strong, like the claws of a bergen, it lifted the young troll from the ground, his scream silent in the blowing, raging by the elements.

No mercu, Spruce was falling to what should have been his death.

The water came running in his air ways, blocking access to precious oxygen that kept him away from endless sleep. You could wish he would have been saved by some kind of critter, or maybe a techno troll, but even the stupidest critter could not dare swim so close to the surface, knowing the end they would surely face.

- HELPPP !! His scream was swallowed by the storm.

...

- Hey ! Wake up !

...

Spruce opened his eyes, blinking a few times, rubbing his eyes. He got blinded by a yellow light, a bit like a sun. Through the darkness, he could tell the shape of a being; a young trolling, its skin glowing like a star. He looked exactly like...

- ... Clay ?

The entity seemed to blink slowly before approching him with carefulness. His hand gently went closer to Spruce's, but for some reason he moved away from it, as if its touch would be something he would not be able to come back from.

- Y-You— You're–

- What ?

- A-Are you... ?

Again, blink, and he giggled, the same heartfelt and now heartbreaking sound his little brother made when he lived with him, and the rest of their family.

- You have to wake up, he finally whispered.

- But... I have to... Where are you ? I miss you, Clay ! I want to go home !

He reached to the little soul, but it let out a screech of fear, moving away;

- Not yet... not yet...

- CLAY PLEASE !

He screamed at him before he could touch him;

- WAKE UP !!

And just like that another voice was mixed to his, and Spruce was pulled back away from the dark and the Ghost of his brother.

...

- Come on ! Wake up !

First thing Spruce did was cough out the water trapped in his lungs on the sand, the ones that had been begging for air. Some giant hand held him patted his back gently to help him.

Realizing it was possibly a predator, the troll gave all of his lungs as he fell back, grabbing a twig for this creature and holding it in front of him like a weapon.

- GET AWAY ! GET AWAY FROM ME !

- Hey hey ! Relax ! I'm not going to hurt you !

It sounded like a young lady's voice. Spruce slowly opened his eyes; the sun traced her yellow skin and red hair so beautifully he was shocked himself to realize how beautiful the predator that would probably devour him was.

- Y-You're n-not a b-bergen... he realized, yet was still terrified.

- No no, my name is Brandy, she rassured him, And you are ?

- Uh... Spruce.

She set him back on the shore, Spruce looking up at her, still amazed by her beauty;

- Are you okay ? You were just laying there— I thought you were dead !

And he just had to say the dumbest answer ever to the one that had just saved his life and had simply asked if he was okay;

- ... Marry me ?