Trollhunters: Tales of A Broken-Hearted Fool

51) Jim's back

3rd pov

Talon wrapped their wings around their body. Over their head. They were in an alleyway between GDT Arcane Bookstore and an empty building. They didn't bother to check for anyone.

Cosette had hidden between two dumpsters. She didn't care about the cat that dug through the trash of one.

Cosette was too lost to even know the cat was there. She cried like she hadn't gotten the chance to for years. She was worried- terrified! Terrified that her brother had gone through the similar pain she had. That he would no longer be human!

She would love him regardless of what he is though. She knew that. He was the best thing to ever happen to her.

When she met him, he looked up at her with giant blue eyes. Ones that now held a similar pain to her own. Ones that used to be innocent and so full of life, had turned into ones full of stress and anxiety and everything a teenager would normally feel, multiplied by thousands- maybe even millions!

She knew she had to search for the boy. Find him before something else happened to him. She would not allow this transformation to break him like it did her. She would not admit that it ever did, but Talon knew better.

But for now she cried. Talon let her. He found that she needed this more now than ever. She had refused to cry for so long. When she broke down after the Darklands, it wasn't enough.

"My, what a strange creature you are?" A voice says above her, to which Cosette didn't even flinch.

She didn't move. She was too busy crying. And Talon was busy listening to her rant to herself. Telling herself how horrible she was. How useless she was. How Angor Rot was right about one thing-

"Are you alright?" The voice asks louder.

She could hear the accent, she didn't know where it was from though. Perhaps England? She didn't know anything about accents...

"T- Talon, you take control." She says quietly.

The dragon obliged, if not for her, then for the one speaking to them.

"We're fine." Talon answers the creature, not moving his wings.

He knew their eyes would be swelled with tears, which still freely fell. He knew their voice was still shaking like a leaf in the wind.

"You don't sound it."

"What's it to you?" He growls, shifting his wing to peek out.

There stood a cat. Not a normal one, of course. It had glasses and sat right next to the other one that dug through the garbage.

"I don't quite trust you being so close to my familiar." The cat said, squinting his eyes. "But you're making some noise. You don't want to get caught."

"I don't care." Talon says, moving his wings to tighten them around them.

"I don't mind that you don't care. But maybe you could take into consideration other beings? Who don't wish to be caught?" The cat hops down to their level, sitting next to them now. "You can trust me not to tell anyone, though."

"I'll use an illusion in that case." The dragon says.

"...What are you?" The cat asks after a moment of silence.

"I could ask the same thing." The dragon snaps back before calming himself. "But I suppose there isn't any harm in telling you. I am a dragon, a human, and a troll. 3 in one, technically. Two different beings. One of human nature, one of dragon nature."

"And I suppose that one of human nature would be a changeling?" The cat asks.

"Hah. No. A human, born from two humans. Cosette Lake, if you have ever heard of her." Talon responds. "She fell subject to a potion that turned her into a troll; I am freeing her of the effects of."