𝓞𝓹𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓼 | 𝓣𝓻𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓼 |𝓑𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓱 𝔁 𝓯𝓮𝓶 𝓣𝓻𝓸𝓵𝓵 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 {𝓕𝓲𝓻𝓼𝓽 𝓑𝓸𝓸𝓴}

𝓣𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓿𝓮. 𝓒𝓪𝓷'𝓽 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓹 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰

𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓻𝓭 𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷 𝓟𝓞𝓥:
Bergens is still rounding the wide dining table, only left to wait for their main course of arrival. They are starting to grow impatient.
"All right, everybody." Chef's voice echoes through the room. "Who's ready to eat Trolls?" Bergens respond with their fists slamming against the table, making glasses fall over and plates shake by the action. Their cheers and screams sounding familiar to a wild animal's.
Gristle's catches his gaze fall upon that one skate, still waiting for its owner to return to it. A sigh surfaces from his throat and through his lips. The sound he let escape caught Chef's focus as she makes her way to him. "King Gristle. There is only one thing that will ever make you happy." Chef claims, stopping in front of him, on the opposite side of the table. "And I, the only Bergen who can provide it!" A firm finger points into her chest, making it clear who she is mentioning to. She turns around on her ankles, her gaze falling upon the pot, a Troll head carved into the handle. With her large footsteps, she was quick to reach the pot, fingers clawing into the handle before lifting it high up in the air. "Bon appetite!" One hand is still keeping the grasp on the heavy metal lit, while the other is wide open, inviting the Citizens in.
But something about the thick silence felt off, her gaze falls upon the pot, only to be met with an empty one. "They're gone..." Her voice is barely existent, a gasp of Disbelief taking up all of her stocked breath. "Gone?!" One of the Bergen seated around the table, bounces up from his chair, making it scoot back from the force of it. Her voice was clear enough for one to catch, after all. And after his crash out, no one is left with thoughts of doubt. History is repeating itself. "They're gone?" Gristle's vulnerable voice spoke from behind his Chef. He has only gotten the taste of, what to claim as the worst day, but it just kept on getting worse.
"Idget! What did you do!" Chef was quick to put the accusations onto Bridget, with heavy steps, approaching the scared little kitchen girl. "You ate them. You greedy, greedy pig!" Her figure is now hovering above Bridget's, her hands clawing down at her, each step forcing the girl to back up, retreating her steps in the opposite direction. "No! I-" In an attempt to from a sentence, only stutters came out. She didn't get a chance to defend herself properly, before the crowd of Bergens started voting for her downfall. Retreating from their assigned seats, their grips let go of the silverware, clanging eventually erupts as it hits the table with force. Their fists punched into the air above their heads.
"Guards! Lock her up!" Chef shouts at her guards, once she has gotten Bridget stuck in a corner. Several guards rounds the Chef, moving to surround the new prisoner with reprimanded weapons. Their raised weapons, tormenting her with the sharp end, drove her to the ground. She raises both hands to shield her eyes, only waiting for disaster to strike.
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𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓲𝓹𝓮𝓻'𝓼 𝓟𝓞𝓥:
The sound of glass shattering rang through the room, the pieces of broken glass clinging against the wooden floor. Flying through the now shattered glass of the window, a skate stocked up with Trolls. It is us of course. Juniper, Poppy, Branch, Biggie, Satin, Chenille, Cooper, Guy Diamond, Smidge and Mr. Dinkles.
The skate eventually reach the floor, bouncing, before it got steady, rolling across the floor. Changing the skate's direction to face the tail belonging to the King's pet crocodile, seemingly asleep on the floor. Using the resources available, we roll along his tail bone, comparing it to a ramp. It sent us flying into the air, heading straight for Bridget. Multiple gazes follows the roller skate travelling through the room. It quickly came to our attention, that the skate wouldn't be able to reach far enough. The last few meters, we had to make a jump for it. Eventually landing upon Bridget's head, the skate lands perfectly on all four wheels, sweeping back to its owner, perfectly getting placed on Bridget's foot. Using her one skate to spin, Trolls loosen their lengths, creating another wig similar to the first one, the hair scattering down on each side of her head, resting just underneath her shoulders. But due to the rush, our aim was a bit off, the hair falling upon her head a little bit too far to the left.
But Gristle got the point. His eyes point in two different directions, before he blinks them back in place, the realisation must have hit him like a ton of bricks. Lady Glittersparkles, the girl he has been impatiently waiting to show, for several hours, have been right in front of his nose this whole time.
Lowering himself to disappear behind the table, he eventually snuck back out from under the table, appearing on the other side. "Lady Glittersparkles?" Disbelief rolls off of his words, Bridget using her single skate to approach him. "What?" Chef breaths, silently wondering how she hasn't been able to notice beforehand. Trolls pulls their hair back to reach its original length. Bridget offers her palms up to us and with care, lowers us from her head and onto a table nearby. "But how? Why.. Why did you do this?"
"Because she didn't think you would want someone like her." Gristle's gaze tilts down to Poppy, who was speaking up, then returns to Bridget.
"I mean, hello? Is it me you're looking for? I don't think so." Bridget was now the one tilting her head downwards, her glance moving to the ground with a silent fear of facing the King. Chef saw her opportunity and grasped into it like it was a life necessity, growing more impatient every passing second, from being forced to stand back and watch. "Guards. Finish her!" Her command sends the Bergens with spears in their grasps at Bridget. "No!" Gristle was quick to step forward, yelling his protest with both arms raised in front of him, palms giving the motion of stop. "Wait!" I am bold enough to shout. "King Gristle, when you were with Bridget you were feeling something, weren't you?"
"Yeah I was. I just thought it was too much pizza.." Gristle raises his shoulders in a shrug, before his hands move to cover his belly. "Me too!" Bridget claims to have been feeling the exact same, eyes locking with his. "That was love." Branch is now the one interfering, stepping forwards and stops by my side, grasping my hand in his. "Aw, are you two a thing now!" Bridget awes with her voice just beyond a whisper, only slightly inappropriate for the situation happening. She weren't able to resist.
Branch and I caught her gaze as it shifted down to ours, before moving them to each other, sharing an agreeing smile, then claims her question as true. "That feeling you're having, is love, love is also happiness!" Poppy proceeds to explain, making sure no one is missing the point. "But you have to eat a Troll to be happy." One Bergen stood out from the crowd. Everyone has settled back in their seats, the one speaking up bouncing back on his feet. "Everyone knows that."
"But King Gristle's never eaten a Troll in his life, right?" "No, I haven't. Yet here I am." Gristle lowers down on one knee, raising the missing skate up in front of him. "My belly empty, and my heart full." Bridget raises her bare foot, for him to settle the skate onto it. Then straightens back up. Grasping both of her hands with a soft touch.
Awes erupts from the Bergens watching the scene happening. "Don't listen to her!" Chef proceeds to interrupt again. "There's only one way to be happy - my way!" Pushing herself in between Gristle and Bridget, forcing their hands to part. "With me in charge!" Removing them from standing in her way, she is now hovering right above us. She slams her fist into the table, hitting a loose plank, the unlucky Troll standing on it being Branch. It launches him straight up - our hands parting in the process. "I'll serve you Troll every day of the year!" Her fist catches him in the air. She forces Gristle seated in a chair, his chin forced against the edge of the wooden table. With a firm thud of her spoon hitting the top of his head, his lips part, tongue rolling out. "With me as Queen. All of life will be a never-ending feast of happiness!" Chef's fist slams against the table again, Branch still trapped within her grasp, before he As was released. He was faced with the entry to Gristle's stomach, then spin around, taking his only chance to escape. A kitchen knife, blade thick, standing as tall as him, gets chopped into the table, blocking his escape route. The force would probably leave a mark. Getting a glance of his own reflection through the blade, Branch stumbles backwards, loosing balance and falls back onto Gristle's tongue. "Come on eat! Eat!" The pressure given from the Chef got Gristle's tongue rolling, retreating itself back into his mouth. Branch uses both legs and hands to crawl backwards, savouring time.
Just standing back to witness one of my dearest get eaten, has never been my doing. I Bolt forward, blowing past Poppy and jumps to his rescue. "No!" The force of my jump sends both of us rolling to the side, both our figures luckily leaving his tongue. Branch lands on his stomach, me landing on top of him, forcing the air out of his lungs.
"Happiness isn't something you put inside. It's already there." I kept on explaining, using my remaining strength to get up from on top of Branch's body, accidentally misplacing my hand, which earns a groan from Branch.
"Sometimes you just need someone to help you find it. A clever Troll once told me." I was back on my feet, now helping Branch get back on his. I flash him an apologetic smile from causing him harm accidentally. Brushing his vest off with my palm, I receive a smile back from him.
"Can I really be happy?" A Bergen speaks up. "Oh I wanna be happy!" Then Another one, jumping up from their seats.
"And me!"
"And what about me?" A guards was the one to ask this time, gaining a glare from Chef, everyone who was bold enough to ask gaining one, her head moving from one Bergen to another with clear confusion.
"Do you really think I can be happy?" A familiar face came to view, the one claiming Trolls is the only source to become truly happy.
"Of course! It is inside of you, it is inside all of us!" Poppy spoke the facts before I got the chance to. "And we don't think it, we feel it."
🎵I got this feelin', inside my bones, It goes electric wavy when I turn it on.🎵 Poppy vocalises, swinging her hips side to side.
🎵And if you want it, Inside your soul.🎵 Branch sings alongside Poppy, forcing my hand into his grasps and hovers our now interlocked hands above my head, spinning me around myself. A giggle escaping my throat. 🎵Just open up your heart let music take control.🎵 He bumps his hip into mine, referring for me to join in. 🎵I got that sunshine in my pocket, Got that good soul in my feet, I feel that hot blood in my body when it drops.🎵
The three of us line up, vocalising all at once. 🎵I can't take my eyes up off it, movin' so phenomenally. Room on lock, the way we rock it, so don't stop!🎵
🎵And under the lights when everything goes, Nowhere to hide when I'm gettin' you close.🎵 Trolls ran for the edge, Biggie in the middle, being the one vocalising. They side, side to side, facing the gathered Bergens with their gazes upon the dancing Trolls. "Don't stop, won't stop!" 🎵When we move, well, you already know. So just imagine, just imagine, just imagine.🎵 Trolls got picked up, now dancing the open palms of Bergens, beautiful figures being made out of their hair. 🎵Nothin' I can see, but you when you dance, dance, dance. Feel a good, good creepin' up on you, So just dance, dance, dance. Come on!🎵 a large amount of Trolls started appearing from the lamps, dangling from the ceiling, diving onto the tables. Two glitter Trolls collide, hair grasping around one of the lamps, now forming a Disco ball. Their glittery bodies reflecting around the hall.
🎵All those things I shouldn't do when you dance, dance, dance. And ain't nobody leavin' soon, so keep dancin'!🎵
🎵I can't stop the feelin'🎵 Bergens were starting to feel the song, shaking their shoulders and arms hovering above their bopping heads along to the beat. Poppy grabs into a Bergen finger, forcing him into a twirl, which he responds with swaying hips and snapping fingers.
Bergen interlink their hands, forming a wave and at the end of it, Branch gets launched into the air. "Come on!"
🎵So keep dancing.🎵 As Branch is starting his downfall, he changes his direction, eventually landing by my side, Poppy dancing on the opposite side of me. We kept our fists rolling, shoulders shaking to the beat. Bergen cheers erupts, they grasp into the material of their bibs, ripping them off and throws them up mid air, bibs now covering a large percentage of the floor.
Chef is having enough of this. Ripping out two kitchen knives from her pants, she hovers above Branch, Poppy and I, which is standing near the edge, standing out for her eye to notice.
Noticing the shadow falling upon us, we raise our heads to witness the frightening sight. Bouncing in a flinch, a breathless gasp escaping each of our throats. Bridget was quick to notice the disaster that's about to strike, grasping a wooden spoon lying by her side and throws it in the direction of the Chef, the spoon hitting her head with a thud.
Her gaze repositions to Bridget, which gave Satin and Chenille the chance to distract her, each holding a slice lemon and squeezes the acid into her eyesight. "Ow! My eyes!" She complains with her clenched fists now rubbing her sore eyes.
she unconsciously backs up, and to the course of the lemon juice blinding her, she lost control of her balance. Satin and Chenille legs it, appearing behind her heels, and puts their attached hair at use. Lining up beside each foot, for the Chef to trip - which became the expected result. She did and lands butt first, straight into the Troll pot, still placed in the middle of the dining hall. Her body weight being for ed into the pot, made the wagon roll. Cooper lightens a match, throwing the inferno in the direction of the pot, the fire spreading onto the fabric of her apron.
The wagon slams into the doors, forcing them to swing agape, then she continues down the whole lot of stairs, leading to the castle.
Branch, Poppy and I, were the first ones to react, running to the doors now wide open, hoping to catch a glimpse of her downfall. In the far distance, we saw a figure appear from the bag, strapped around her waist. Creek peeking out, sensing the scene that was happening. He well deserves, whatever is coming for him.
Poppy stomps in her spot, then spins around, now facing the remaining Trolls and Bergens, which has gathered together outside the castle. The line going on far into the castle's entrance. 🎵I can't stop the feelin'🎵 Poppy is front, leading the way, Branch and I following right behind, dancing down each step of the staircase, getting everyone to follow along with dance moves of their own. 🎵Nothin' I can see but you when you dance, dance, dance🎵 Reaching the end of the steps, we continue to dance through the streets. Each foot getting placed on the tiles, covering the streets, painted it a bright colour, mixing from green to pink. Maybe blue, and purple too.
Our dance continues, until we eventually reach the withered Troll tree, our withered tree.
It could sense our presence, the Trolls returning to their rightful home. The very few leaves remaining on the bend branches, holding on for dear life, decided to let go, swaying with the wind until they slid into the ground. They were making space for new ones, and with a fastened pace, bigger and brighter leaves grow from the tree, a bigger amount of them. Just like in the old times, the tree now seems twenty years younger, branches once again filled with green leaves and rising from being bend all these years. Life has returned to it.
Everyone's gazes falls upon the transformating tree, admiring the bright colours, standing out from the always dull buildings surrounding it.
Trolls didn't hesitate to run towards it, climbing up the trunk and swings themselves back and forth in the branches, steady enough to hold their body weight.
Poppy approaches one of the large mushrooms, growing around the trunk, helping our dad on to stand upon it, her standing beside him, and a few known faces standing behind her. Peppy, his walking stick in one hand and the royal crown hanging from the other. With the support of his stick, he closes the remaining distance between Poppy and him, now being able to reach up on his tippy toes, placing the golden crown upon her hair. His now free hand grasping Poppy's, raising their locked hands up in the air. "Our new Queen!"
Cheers erupts, Trolls bouncing up and down from the phenomenal crowning, Bergens raising their own fists, punching the air to signify their gratefulness. I am jumping up and down with excitement on Poppy's behalf, before launching myself on Branch, forcing my body into his arms. To my luck, he embraces my sudden appearance, catching me.
"That's my friend! I know her!" Biggie's voice yell out, the excitement lying behind it not necessary to hide. This time when he attempted to yell out his acquaintance to the now-called Queen Poppy, no one tried to silence him, only erupting into louder cheers.
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Poppy is aggressively waving her hand, her gaze holding mine, referring for both Branch and I, to step onto the red and white-spotted mushroom beside her. Once we reach it, making our way to stand by her side, she and everyone already standing on it, hurries off of it. By the unexpected action from everybody, Branch and I share a glance, the both of us clearly sharing the same confusion.
"Poppy, what's going on?" I asked through the active smile on my lips. "Ohh, nothing." She is pulling at her words, something is definitely going on, something everyone has been planning without our knowledge.
A devilishly makes its way upon her lips. "I demand as Queen, for the two of you, to get some alone time. And only the two of you!"
With a sharp finger pointing up mid air and her back unnecessarily straightened, she demands. I found it difficult to take her seriously, as the crown is slipping from being too big and heavy on her head. "Smidge now!" Smidge, gaining Poppy's consent, twirls her turquoise lengths around the stem keeping the mushroom up. Using all of her strength, she pulls the mushroom out of its roots in the dirt, raising the two of us ordered to remain on the mushroom, high up into the air. Both our hands reach out to grasp the other, keeping each other from falling off as we get launched into the air. Making it through the branches and leaves on our way up, we came to a stop, just above the crown of the tree.
My gaze travels around my new surrounding, before it turns back to the Troll standing beside me, feeling his hand slowly loose its grip around mine.
He then turns, now fully facing my twisted frame. "Princess. I know it's not 'officially hug-time' yet, but..." His arms open wide, his body language inviting. I turn for my full body to now face his, before my own arms wraps around my torso, instead of around his. "I thought I was annoying you?" I answer with a plain facial expression, not even a small tug leading to a smile. I am reliving the moment through flashbacks, back when he awoke my awareness, that I was far too annoying for his liking, at the very beginning of our mission.
For a brief moment, he relived the moment with me, the light in his eyes slowly disappearing as my words were tearing at his heart.
"The only annoying thing about you, is the fact that you're making me feel this way." Branches arms fall numb at his sides again. "You have become the Troll I care most about in this colourful world. And I wouldn't trade that for anything else."
His words made my heart skip several beats, if that keeps on happening, it will eventually fall out of its original rhythm. "What are you telling me?" My arms tighten around my torso even further, restricting air from filling the sacks, also known as my lungs.
"What im trying to say, in my own way of saying things... I like you, Juniper. Like, really. Like you."
"Branch. I don't know what that feeling feels like." My words held this warning tone, almost afraid of letting my real feelings show. I couldn't help but be self-destructive and if Branch retreats his apparent feelings for me, from that course.
He lets the silence remaining for a few seconds longer, before he regains his composure. "...Maybe I could teach you?"
An instant blush creeps its way up my neck, changing my cheek's original shade into a rosy one. My body is instantly drawn to him, the distance is still far too wide for my liking, so I decided to close it. With quick steps, i stop once im right in front of him, clawing my fingers around his vest, forcefully pulling him in for our lips to meet in a kiss.
The moment happened so quickly he didn't have time to prepare or acknowledge what was going to happen. His shoulders raise with tension, but eventually the tension dissipates, falling back in place. I reposition my hands on to his shoulders, once I felt his lips finally responding.
It was like time was slowing itself down, from the moment his lips responded to mine. His hands positions themselves to rest on my waist, once in a while tightening the grip in a small squeeze, which send shivers running up my spine. My grip on his shoulders then tightens, my body unconsciously leaning more onto him.
All this time, I have been completely blind. But now I can see the clear answer spelled out in front of me. I definitely DO NOT have a fever, unless it is love-fever. That one I have. This is better than any dream could ever be.
But as all dreams do, they eventually come to an end. And this one had to, as well.
Time sped up, going back into a normal pace, but it became noticeable once a palm slides around my bicep. Branch lips pull back from mine, both our eyes meeting, his holding a look of confusion. I expected the hand to belong to Branch, but it suddenly hit me, that both of his is still holding my waist. I then notice a hand, definitely not belonging to me, holding onto Branch's bicep.
It was the Cloud, his face has appeared beside us, both his arms wrapped around each of our bodies, joining in on the shared embrace.
"Up high!" He exclaims, retreating his hands for both his palms to raise up in front of us, expecting each one to get a slap.
Both Branch and step back, arms unwrapping from around the other.We exchange looks at Cloud Guy's anticipation.
A grin makes its way upon my lips, an idea in mind. Branch was quick to catch on, a grin of his own forming. Raising a palm each, we lean forwards, pushing our palms into the raised ones, the force pushing him over the edge of the mushroom. He didn't seem bitter about the shared decision, he appeared to be satisfied with what he has gotten, laughing through the fall, all the way until he hit the ground. He's a cloud, he isn't capable of getting bad injuries.
Branch and I share another look, before bending over in uncontrollable laughter. Straightening back up, he holds his hand out for me to place mine in, which I did. He then forcefully makes me take a turn around myself, before we break into dance again, jumping along with the music.
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Smidge eventually lowered the mushroom back to the ground, giving Branch and I the opportunity to jump off. Since the party, that has been continuing around us, has recently slowed down. Before our feet even got to touch the grass, Poppy was quick to attack us.
"Sooooo, what happened?" Poppy proceeds to interfere, but before we even caught onto her questioning words, thinking our answers through- "Let them be Poppy." Dad approaches, with his stock stomping into the ground in a controlled rhythm. "Juniper, can I have a word?" With an agreeing nod, my hands releases itself from Branch's, taking a hold of my dad's instead, letting him lead me with my body supporting his.
Poppy was quick to take action afterwards, her hand clinging into Branch's arm and drags him along, trapping him into this conversation with her as she physically attacks him with her questions. Mostly about him and I's apparent relationship.
"What is this shared word about, dad?" My gaze lingers on the nature we pass, our steps coming to an end once we reach the assigned destination, right underneath our tree. Dad turns his head to the left, then shifts to his right, making sure anyone wasn't intending to eavesdrop. "June, there's something I haven't told you, which I should have told you a long time ago." he starts, lowering himself to sit on his flat, upon the mushrooms that is grown. "It's not an excuse for favouring Poppy over you, but she is my real daughter after all."
"What? What is that supposed to mean?"
"Sunshine. I love you, more than anything. Of course you're my daughter, you will always be, but you're not my blood-related daughter, as Poppy is. I got a hold of you, when you and Poppy weren't older than two. A Troll approached me on a night like this, the night of 'The great Bergen Attack'. Your small frame firmly placed in her fawn. She claimed to have found you, in this very tree." He points the end of his stick up into the crown of the tree above us. "I couldn't resist your beauty. And to leave you on your own, without someone to raise you as their own wasn't up for debate."
I am completely and utterly Mortified. A lot, like a lot has been going on for me. Which has only been between the time period of three days. I can't take anymore.
But... his honesty is well appreciated. "Dad... Thank you, for telling me. You are and always will be my father, the fact we're not related by blood won't change our relationship for the worse. From now on, everything can only get better." A wide smile surfaces onto my lips, my pearly whites getting visible from behind my lips. His eyes twinkled like Christmas lights, filled with adoration towards me.
We meet in the middle, both arms spread wide open, before snaking around each other's forms in a shared hug.
"Branch!" A distant but yet familiar voice mourns out, seemingly tormenting the Troll strolling by her side. "What happened up there! I saw Cloud guy crash to the ground!" Poppy is of course the one whining about, abusing Branch's eardrums.
"Poppy, stop bothering me... Wait, rewind, you know Cloud Guy?"
"Come on! Everyone knows Cloud Guy! He's a legend!" Their voices were clearly getting nearer, as they were. Planting a quick peck onto dad's  cheek, I then turn in the direction of the familiar voices mourning, legging it all the way and stops once I reach their sides.
"Alright, alright Poppy, stop bothering my boyfriend-"
"I knew it!" Poppy jumps up, discontinuing my sentence. "You probably kissed while being trapped up there." I just brush her words off like their weight was light, but I couldn't stop my cheeks from changing shade into a slightly redder one.
"What did you and dad talk about?" Poppy decided to change the subject, into the one that suddenly came to mind. "That's a story dad will tell you on his own one day." I flash her a smile. "But Instead of talking about me, how about we talk about you? Everyone could see the obvious, you were crushing on Creek. But what about now? Having an eye for someone else? Maybe our future king?" I decided to give her a taste of her own medicine, shooting a teasing remark back in her direction, both my palms getting planted on each hipbone of mine.
"You know what. I can do this by myself! We don't need a King, I will do a too great of a job myself!" With a raised chin, she strolls of to god knows where, her fists swinging back and forth. With each step placed, confidence vibrates. Each Troll passing her way, she greeted in a Queen-ly matter. I couldn't stop myself from shaking my head at her every move.
Turning my head back to its usual place, I got face to face with my BOYFIREND! Yes, boyfriend. Boy-friend.
He flashed me that sweet smile of his once our eyes locked upon one another and threw the key far away. I could simply drown in those blue orbs.
Moving closer, he plants his palms back on my waist, pulling me rest of the way in. My hands placing upon his chest in the process.
"Hi."  He greets me, like we've just reunited after a long time being apart. "Hi." I giggle. His eyes travels to my lips making that sound, but eventually returns to my eyes, struggling to keep his gaze in them.
I knew every single thought passing his mind, I was thinking the exact same. Leaning up on my tippy toes, I close the remaining gap between us.
I've found my opposite.

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𝓢𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓪𝓵𝓼:
Second book: 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓗𝓸𝓵𝓲𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝓐𝓻𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓼 | 𝓣𝓻𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓼 | 𝓑𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓱 𝔁 𝓯𝓮𝓶 𝓣𝓻𝓸𝓵𝓵 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 {𝓢𝓮𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓭 𝓑𝓸𝓸𝓴}

Third Book: 𝓓𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓭  | 𝓣𝓻𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓼 |𝓑𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓱 𝔁 𝓯𝓮𝓶 𝓣𝓻𝓸𝓵𝓵 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 {𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓻𝓭 𝓑𝓸𝓸𝓴}