BROZONE: A TALE OF 5 BROTHERS

John Dory Meets Spruce

At the edge of the forest, nestled among towering trees and sparkling streams, lived a bossy troll named John Dory. With his vibrant blue hair and ski goggles, he was quite the sight to behold. John Dory was no ordinary troll; he had an air of mischievousness and an unwavering desire to be the center of attention.

One fateful day, John Dory's world turned upside down when his Grandma Rosiepuff announced the arrival of a new addition to their family. She had discovered a troll egg hidden under a bed of soft moss, and it was about to hatch.

Curiosity piqued, John Dory watched with a mix of anticipation and annoyance as his Grandma Rosiepuff carefully tended to the egg. He couldn't understand why all the attention was being diverted from him to this tiny creature that hadn't even hatched yet.

With each passing day, John Dory's impatience grew. He couldn't grasp why everyone seemed so excited about the upcoming arrival of his younger sibling. He sulked and grumbled, feeling like his spot as the center of attention was being threatened.

Finally, the day arrived. John Dory stood by his Grandma Rosiepuff's side, his arms crossed and a scowl etched on his face, as the egg started to crack. The anticipation in the air was palpable, but John Dory refused to let himself get caught up in the excitement.

As the eggshell split open, revealing a tuft of vibrant purple hair, John Dory's scowl deepened. Out emerged a tiny troll, blinking up at the world with innocent eyes. This was Spruce, John Dory's younger brother.

John Dory's heart sank as he watched the attention shift entirely to Spruce. His Grandma Rosiepuff cooed and fawned over the newly hatched troll, showering him with love and affection. It seemed as though Spruce had instantly become the center of their world.

Bitterness consumed John Dory as he witnessed the adoration directed at his heartthrob brother. He felt invisible, as if he had been completely forgotten. The resentment grew, and he distanced himself from Spruce, refusing to acknowledge his existence.

Days turned into weeks, and John Dory's jealousy festered. He watched as Spruce learned to walk, giggled at Grandma Rosiepuff's stories, and charmed everyone with his playful antics. The more attention Spruce received, the more John Dory withdrew into his own world of bitterness.

But one day, as John Dory sat alone, a sweet sound reached his ears. It was the sound of Spruce's voice, a melodic and enchanting tune floating through the air. Curiosity overcame his resentment, and he found himself drawn toward the source of the sound.

As he approached, he saw Spruce sitting by a babbling brook, his bright purple hair shimmering in the sunlight. Spruce was singing, his voice carrying a captivating melody that touched John Dory's heart.

John Dory listened, captivated by the beauty of Spruce's voice. The bitterness in his heart began to fade, replaced by a sense of admiration and longing. He realized that Spruce's talent was something special, something that could bring joy to them both.

With hesitant steps, John Dory moved closer to Spruce. He took a deep breath and joined in, harmonizing with his brother's melody. Their voices intertwined, creating a magical duet that resonated through the forest.

As they sang together, John Dory felt a warmth spreading through his being. The jealousy and resentment melted away, replaced by a deep bond between two brothers who shared a love for music. They sang with unabashed joy, their voices blending in perfect harmony.

"You've got talent," John Dory smiled.

Spruce happily sang a sweet melody. 

"I know exactly what to do."