A Trylle Fanfiction
Jasper Frost has never been an ordinary child. He could see and do things which nobody else could.
When he is rescued by a tracker and taken to the city Förening, Jasper is assured that this was where he truly belonged. However...
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2050
One of the best things I liked about this city was the swimming pool. It was really close to where I lived, so on days when I had all the world's time, I could even walk up to there.
It was located pretty centrally too, and other than the pool, there was also a lawn tennis court, a Billiards room, a squash court, a library, spa and a cafeteria behind the same walls. And then, the pool was quite large, which of course had its own advantages.
If there was one reason I went there on a daily basis (other than to show off around the bikini-clad girls who lazily sat on the deck chairs with cucumbers on their eyes, sipping sophisticated cocktail drinks), it was because in the water, I could truly feel at home.
Surprisingly, more at home than I felt with Uncle and Aunt Thompson. To be real, they are technically not my uncle and aunt; as per what they have told me (and I have no doubt, they have been very candid about the facts), I had been dropped at their doorstep in a wicker basket with pink ribbons when I had been little less than 2 years of age.
The Thompsons had been obliged to take me in - out of pity and superstitious beliefs, more than anything else - and had labeled me as their distant nephew, who had been orphaned when he had been just a baby.
That's what their neighbours and friends knew about me. And yet, we three knew that I was no biological nephew of the Thompsons.
They offered me their home, their money, their food; they paid for my education, swimming school, desserts and other basic needs, but they didn't let me inherit their last name. Instead, I was given the rather fictional name of Jasper Frost. Not that I mind it very much.
I was named with an obvious lack of creativity - Jasper, probably because my eyes were the colour and texture of green jasper stone, and Frost, because according to Aunt Thompson, while the basket in which I had arrived, had been frost-kissed, I had been warm and healthy.
There had been no time or imagination to think of a middle name.
I had a normal, not-so-attractive face, with dark green eyes, short eyelashes and a smile that made people laugh. My body was fortunately in shape because of the swimming I did; other than that, I was extremely fond of desserts.
I was socially awkward and really, really clumsy (don't even let me start on that). The only 2 friends I had were: a) my neighbour's cat, whom I had named Mackenzie Frost (yes, she is my cat sibling) and b) the gay coach in my highschool, both who were surprisingly very friendly. And then there was Lily, but I wouldn't exactly call that a friend; basically, she's - uh - in love with me.
I have a rather girly and immature obsession over stones, gems, pretty jewellery, amulets, trinkets and rings. And then I thought soccer and planes were cool - when I could play without falling and I could fly (virtually) without crashing.
