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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I took no time to recognise the house with the hanging ivy and the naked Cupid fountain. It was definitely hers. I just hoped Eleanor was there. Unable to have much patience, I had set off the very next hour after my weird conversation with Elora, to talk to someone with the last name 'Wilde'.
I had planned my entire evening's conversation with her: which had been a difficult job, since, well, how do you tell someone that you have been sent by a ghost-woman to tell that you could actually see and communicate with the dead, without being obviously creepy?
I parked my truck clumsily and then mentally practicing how to say hello, walked up to the doorway, nearly knocking down a potted tulip plant on the way. When I was about to lift the Queen-Cleopatra knocker, a voice from behind me startled me.
"Jasper." I whipped back hilariously, nearly scared out of my skin. "Jasper - like the stone." Eleanor - yes, it was definitely her - looked at me with a strange expression on her face.
"Good morning - er, good afternoon, um, I mean, good evening." I greeted, and then added politely "Sorry, you kind-of confused me. Now, don't smile; you'll make me cower in embarrassment all over."
Which of course encouraged Eleanor to smile all the more. "What are you doing here?" She asked, still attempting to stifle her crooked smile.
"Now that you've questioned it, let me begin with the disclaimer, that this conversation might take a slight absurd turn, completely out of one's sanity. Therefore prepare yourself for the ride, buckle up your seat belt, helmets intact, in case of any discomfort or - okay, fine." I stopped, seeing her expression. "Do you by any chance seem to know anyone called Elora?"
I can't believe I was actually doing this!! My great-grandmother is crazy (and so am I)!!! Eleanor raised her eyebrow. "Elora? A woman with a sharp tongue and icy eyes, who is currently dead?" I hinted more.
"I . . . .do know her." She said.
"Are you sure? Really?!" I asked, getting excited.
"Jasper, do you mind telling me what has happened? Frankly." She asked, very seriously.
"Er, there was this woman Elora who told me that I am her great-grandson and she told me to tell you that I can see, hear and talk to the dead. I am so sorry if this didn't make sense." I vomited it all out in a spur.
"Can you see, hear and talk to the dead?" Eleanor asked gently.
"I can." The answer came with obvious discomfort after years of denial, secrecy, claiming myself insane and seeing the mysterious art of necromancy as a curse.
Eleanor's eyes seemed to open wider after I had said that. "I think we have got a lot to talk about." She said, shoving her hands inside her pockets.
"I guessed. Should we also call your grandmother? The necromancer?" This was absurd! Eleanor Wilde had not screamed and burnt the house down! She hadn't called me a lunatic or crazy! Instead, she seemed to know the background behind my mysterious ability - and about this annoying ghost-woman Elora.
Eleanor smirked. "My necromantic grandmother doesn't exist. Also, that" she pointed to the huge ivy house behind me. "Is not where I live."
My jaw dropped. "You just . . .made that up?"
"So that you'd visit again. I already suspected the day I asked you for a lift, that you saw or heard things which I - or which anyone else - could not."
"You don't see ghosts?" To be honest, I was a little disappointed at that.
"No. But, I understand people like you. There is a different city - a different world - for special people like yourself." She explained. "And if indeed you are Elora Dahl's great-grandson, then you are a very, very lucky member of the society."
"You make me feel flattered. Tell me, am I the son of a renowned baking couple who have the most popularly-consulted dessert cafeteria?"
"No." Eleanor replied flatly. "You're better than that."
"I don't think there's anything better than literally living in a patisserie. But, okay. If you insist. Do I perhaps then have servants who open the doors for me and a personal swimming pool in my bedroom?" I joked.
"You have enough money for that, I suppose." Eleanor said shortly.
"But I'm barely living on Uncle and Aunt Thomp -" Eleanor cut me off before that, and beckoned me into a sleek white Audi. I couldn't help whistling upon seeing that. And the humiliating realization hit me that I had given a girl who owned an Audi, a lift on a shitty Beetle truck yesterday.
"Do you need anything from your house?" She asked.
"Well, what does that mean? Where are you taking me? I don't even know you."
"Don't worry, you will get to know me." Eleanor got into the driver's seat and drove off at a breathtaking speed. "You have 5 minutes; make sure to pick only your necessities. We have a saying: travel light."
"What about my truck?" I dared to ask, slightly embarrassed.
"Jasper, right now you are practically moving into a new life, where you'll start everything anew, right from new parents to a new house, a new city, new dressing accessories to a new genetic race. We do have ample sexy cars for you to drive there."
"I'll be honest. That sounds very, very creepy. Are you kinda kidnapping me? I mean, what is the haste? We're in the middle of the summer holidays, and I'm sure we have got plenty of time."
"Trust me, I've got better things to do than kidnap clumsy talkative boys."
"That's your characteristic sketch about me? I quite take offence to the latter adjective; you see, I don't always talk nonsense." The edge of Eleanor's lip went up in a smile that she tried to disguise, as I was doing exactly what I was telling her I didn't do. "Well, I don't, really, until I come across angry ancestors who tell me to go around and tell random strangers weird - and rather private - facts about myself."
