In The Wild

Chapter Three: Readjustments

It was a bright early morning. John Dory had Rhonda nestled in his arms. It was peaceful.

Very peaceful.

And then...

" KING, JOHN!"

" Gah!"

Creek was suddenly in his pod. The eight-year-old was shaking every part of his body.

" King John quick!"

" Creek, what is it?" The king asked in his sleep. Even though he had been king for over three years now, the title still didn't sound right.

" It's a troll!" The child shouted, spitting out his weird accent." No one's ever seen him before! His hair's magenta with black stripes! He looks dangerous!"

" Magenta hair?" John Dory was fully awake now. All his life, he only knew one troll with magenta hair.

John sped out his bed, not caring for the fact that he was still in his underwear.

" Creek, listen to me." He cupped the child's face in his hands.

" I'm listening." Creek mumbled.

" Did this troll..." John Dory spoke slowly." ....was his skin color like mine?"

" I guess." Creek replied." If you squinted, you'd kinda look like brothers."

And John's eyes widened.

" Where is he?"

. . . .

The king and the trolling made their way to a crowd and found the troll everyone was gawking over.

John Dory couldn't believe what he saw. It couldn't be...

Could it?

" Floyd?" The king whispered.

" John Dory?" The troll muttered back.

The brothers immediately ran towards each other and shared a big hug.

" Floyd, you're okay!" John Dory shouted. " I missed you, man!"

" I missed you too!" Floyd cried as he broke the hug." What you all doing here? And where's Branch and Spruce and Clay?"

" Oh..." John Dory gave Floyd the same look he gave the other trolls when he had to tell them about King Peppy and the princesses..

" We escaped the bergens." John stated.

" Oh, that's good." Floyd said.

" But we lost Clay, Branch, and the royal family. " John continued. "And I don't even know where Spruce is."

" Oh, that's...   so good." Floyd spoke with tears almost in his eyes." Actually, that's awful! But who's in charge now?"

" Me." John Dory replied." Let me take you to my pod, I'll explain everything better there."

The brothers walked with Creek behind them.

" Oh actually Creek, would you mind leaving us alone for a few minutes?" John Dory asked." Floyd and I need to catch up privately. "

" Oh,okay, King John." Creek gave a thumbs up and quickly ran away.

" King John, that's got a ring to it,doesn't it?" Floyd chuckled.

" Uh yeah," John chortled back.

" It kinda does."

. . . .

Clay,Viva, and Branch had managed to dig out the rest of the rooms they planned in the span of three years. All four trolls were now accustomed to living by themselves. Eventually, when they needed new clothes, they used a furbies' beak( which they kept because they thought they'd be useful) and whittled tree twigs into needles. For thread, they used their own hair. It if was strong enough to make homes with they could it for sewing.