Trollhunters: but me and my friends AU

To Catch a Changeling

In the backyard, Frances throws a watermelon at me so I can practice while Madison watching.

Bella: all right. Do your worst.

I slice it cleanly in half then celebrates with a taco.

Frances: Ha!

Bella: whoo-hoo!

Madison: it slices!

Frances: it dices!

I took out a bag with tacos in it. I gave Madison and Frances tacos.

Bella: all right, what else you got?

Frances: mmm. You know, we probably should recycle these. [Gulps] on the other hand, shredding them us more fun! It's less environmentally conscious, but more fun!

Bella: pull!

Frances next throws a stack of magazines, which I shred.

Bella: whoo!

Madison: it's like a ticker tape parade of awesome!

Me and my friends (Madison and Frances) were laughing.

Draal: what is this mockery?

Bella: oh, hey, Draal. Just working on some sword fighting skills.

Draal: The Sword of Daylight is not a toy to be played with. It is a hallowed obligation I have spent my entire life training to be worthy of.

Just then, Draal comes outside and calls what we're doing a mockery. He says the Sword of Daylight is not a toy. It's an obligation he's spent his whole life training to be worthy of.

Bella: you want to take it for a spin.

I offer him a turn with it. Draal snorts. I hand the sword to him. Draal gasps with eyes widen. He takes the sword and rises it above his head. Draal looks at his reflection on the blade. As he takes the sword, it quickly vanishes and ends up back in my hand. Draal groans.

Draal: huh?

Draal sighs.

Bella: sorry. I forgot.

Draal: If my destiny is to not hold the sword, perhaps it is to teach you how to properly wield it.

He sighs again. Draal says if his destiny is not to hold the sword, perhaps it is to teach me how to wield it.

Madison (whispering): what's he doing with the lamp?

He grabs a nearby lamp. He removes the shade of the lamp and uses it as a sword to attack me.

Draal: your blade is but an extension of your body, and your body, an extension of your eyes. Mimic my movements, Trollhunter.

He tells me the sword is an extension of my body and my body an extension of my eyes. He tells me to mimic his movements. I practice into the night. Madison and Frances watches as me and Draal spare. Draal springs forward and slams me into the the side of the house. He holds the shaft of the lamp up to my throat.

Bella (groans): that kinda hurts.

Draal (chuckles): a real fight is never predictable, Trollhunter. You have to expect the unexpected and learn to embody the armor, force it to do what you want.

Draal tells me to learn to expect the unexpected and learn to embody the armor, forcing it to do what he wants.

I lower my hand, beneath Draal's left arm. The amulet glows and I use my powers to get the sword in his other hand and gets Draal off me.