The Traveler { Trolls }

° Chapter 1 °

A lone figure walked through the swirling snowstorm. He had a thick snow jacket on, his hood pulled over his head to prevent the cold from injuring his ears. He also had glasses on to protect his eyes and most of his face.

Typically, walking through a blizzard like this one would be dangerous, but the figure was a native of the area. He knew the area inside and out, and he had mapped out where he was heading. This was just a small setback in his plan.

He was leaving his home, everything he had ever known to go find himself. To try and forget everything that had happened to him in the past year and a half.

So much had happened that had changed his life. He just wanted to leave it all behind him and find peace. But it was so hard while living with the trolls he had been living with. They didn't feel like the right match for him.

No troll truly did. He had been through multiple foster families before deciding to just leave. He didn't want to go to another terrible foster family.

They were all terrible. His social worker seemed to hate him.The homes he was placed in always seemed abusive or just downright bad situations. He couldn't count the amount of times he had to take care of a bunch of kids. He also had gotten bugs multiple times from dirty hones. He always ended up being placed in a new terrible home or running away.

Unfortunately, they always caught him one way or another, and his social worker seemed to put him in worse and worse hones. He was being taken to his next home when he had escaped last time. This time, though, he escaped in probably the worst way possible.

In Symphonyville, they had carriages pulled by flying musical notes. When they were bringing him to his next foster family, he jumped out of the carriage while they were going over a bluff.

He would have never survived if he didn't have the type of wing structure he did. His wings were built more like a bird's or an angel's, so he could fly easier than most classical trolls.

He could change them to be like normal classical trolls wings, and that's what he normally did. But when he jumped, he fluffed out his wings and glided to the ground.

Or, well, that was what he planned to do. When he jumped, he hadn't jumped far enough. When he jumped out of the carriage, he skidded on the road and got some road rash. When he got up to run, he tripped over a branch and injured his leg pretty badly.

He remembered just laying on the ground for a while. It hurt so bad, but he had to move, or else they'd find him. It had taken a few minutes, but he had eventually begun flying and trying to get out of the area.

So, he was almost to a train station, but the storm had hit before he had actually gotten there, so now he was trudging through the swirling snow and ice.

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The door slammed open as he stepped inside the train station. He took his hood down and shook out his hair a bit. He pushed his goggles on top of his head and looked around.

Along the right wall was a desk where a secretary sat messing with her nails. There was a fireplace on the far left wall that had a dwindling fire in it. Two rock trolls sat around it, chatting with each other.

On the top right wall, there were two bathrooms, male and female. On the left bottom wall, there was the exit and entrance to the train station.

He walked up to the secretary desk and looked up at the secretary. She glanced down at him with a disgusted look and raised an eyebrow.

"Uh, can I help you?" The secretary asked.

"I need a ticket to Trollstopia." He said and plopped some money down on the table.

"How old are you? You look ten," she said and glared at him.

"My age is not important. Just give me the ticket." He hissed and let his ears go straight back.

"You got a tip?" She asked.

He blinked and looked around before nodding. He placed some classical money on the counter, and the secretary smirked. She typed something out and placed a ticket in front of him.

"The next train to trollstopia leaves in about 30 minutes,"

He smiled back and grabbed the ticket. He went and plopped down in a chair near the fireplace. He slid his foot out of his pants and whimpered a bit as he undid his bandages.

Before he left, he packed a smaller bag with some necessities in it. He grabbed it as he jumped out of the carriage and carried it on his back throughout the entire journey.

He wrapped the leg - using the same bandages - and put his pant leg down. He sighed as he looked around again, except more closely. The two rock trolls sitting near the fireplace were chatting with each other. One was shivering in a tank top and ripped pants, obviously not prepared for the classical weather.

The other looked a bit older and, in his opinion, wiser. He was wearing a winter jacket with long cargo pants. If he didn't have the dusty skin and pointed ears of the rock trolls, then he wouldn't have known it was even a rock troll. He also wasn't wearing any jewelry, even though you could see he had piercing holes.

He let his eyes wander a bit to the other trolls in the room. A large classical man sat in a chair, looking over a musical sheet. He had large poofy hair with a mustache to match. He was naked, which was unfortunately typical for classical trolls.

There was a female with her child In a corner. The female looked completely exhausted. The child was crying and squirming in her arms, tears falling down his eyes as he desperately tried to get his mother's attention.

He sighed and looked away. He wishes he had that relationship with his parents, but he wasn't sure how to even TALK to his parents.

He rubbed his face. He felt so tired. He shivered and felt himself nod off. He had a busy day, and it was late. He tried to keep his eyes open, but he felt exhaustion fill his eyes.

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"Kid! Kid wake up you're gonna be late!" A British voice practically screamed in his face.

"Huh.. what-?" He slurred as his head spun.

"You're gonna be late for ye train!" He said and shook him violently.

"Atp head-" he screeched as his head slammed against the wall.

He let out a cry as a blinding white light filled his brain. Pain overwhelmed him as a sick feeling came over him. Then everything went black.

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HEY, so this is the story I was talking about that's based on CharacterAI.

This chapter wasn't based off AI.

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