Trolls Fanfiction: A Conflict For Justice

Ch:1 Everything Is Fine

Branch huffed as he readjusted the grip on the heavy bag he carried over his shoulders. He had to pause for a moment to catch his breath and try to remind himself of the reasons why he needed to keep going. His arms and legs were shaky, his shoulders and neck burned, and he was hungry.

Water's better, water will keep you alive longer than food. Food you can go without, you're not the one who really needs it.

With renewed strength, Branch found himself marching at a faster pace towards his home. It had been a long day reinforcing the walls around their village and digging that survival bunker. He knew he wasn't the only one who was feeling it.

Branch couldn't help but look around the village as he walked through. Colored pods that had lost their vibrancy sat on the ground where they had fallen. The tree itself fed off their happiness and, with the trolls' inability to maintain that happiness, the tree is unable to hold onto the homes it creates. It has become a safety hazard whenever a pod is spotted in the tree, but happiness was something that was hard to hang onto. Branch remembered hearing stories of how his people used to thrive, and were the happiest, colorful beings ever known. But, he couldn't see it, not when there was so much fear and sadness in the air. All because of Him.

You can't talk that way, there are consequences. Provide, Protect, and Respect.

Branch shook his head and grunted from the sting that shot up his neck from that motion. It almost didn't seem worth it to put himself through this everyday, but then he'd return home and remember how important his job was.

“Hey Branch.” He paused and turned to see two trolls that he's come to consider his closest friends.

Poppy and Creek.

Poppy was the Princess and daughter to their King. She was well respected and most beloved for her positive nature and sweet personality towards everyone. Not only that, but she was the only troll who has remained happy. Not once has her colors dimmed or grayed, she was a light in their dark times, sharing stories, and singing songs to give every troll something to smile about.

Creek was her right hand troll when it came to spreading positivity. His colors had dimmed when he was a child and remained so to this day. Him and Branch were hiding together with some other trollings when a tragedy befell their village. They both had suffered a loss that day that affected them greatly. But through that darkest time they bonded and helped each other through understanding.

Branch himself wasn't gray, he was happy in some aspects but he gave up seeing his true colors again.

“Hey guys.” He gave them a smile.

“Branch that looks heavy, here let me help!” Poppy quickly went behind him and lifted the bag, what she could at least.

“Poppy, I don't think this is helping.” It really wasn't, she was more or less pushing it against his head. Everyone knew that Poppy didn't do any heavy lifting. It wasn't that she refused, she tried to get away with doing it, but as princess her dad forbade her from it. She was supposed to stay safe.

“Of course it is, Creek thinks so, right Creek.” But the purple troll was hiding his snickers behind his hand.

“You're being weird.” Despite the shot of pain in his shoulder, Branch couldn't help but smile.

“I am weird, deal with me.” Branch snorted but that only increased his discomfort, so Branch started walking and Poppy, not ready for it, nearly lost her balance if Creek hadn't grabbed her.

“Come on love, Branch has someplace to be.” Still trying to stop his laughing, Creek rolled his eyes as Poppy refused to move from her slouched position in his arms.