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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Eleanor Wilde stood behind me with her arms crossed at her chest, after every 3 minutes reminding me that in her 'City', there will be clothes, money, cars, accessories, gadgets, songs and movies without limit, therefore I need not carry my entire bedroom there.
Not that I was convinced very easily. I took a little more than half an hour to get an extra pair of jeans, 2 funny-text tees, a jacket, my cellphone and a tiny photo frame (by the end of which, Eleanor had definitely gone crazy repeating the same statement: hurry up!!).
We got onto Eleanor's sleek white Audi and she commenced into a long drive towards the wilder and more forested parts of Minneapolis. Throughout the drive, she explained a couple of things (which, I'll be honest, still make me scratch my head in confusion).
Basically, I am not human - which didn't come as much of a shock, since I had always known that I am a weird psychotic hooligan first, and normal human being second. Then, I am a troll - to which, I protested, because I was no three-foot tall, ugly stone creature with roots and moss on my head.
Yea. I was at least prettier than a troll.
Then, Eleanor explained me the characteristics/symptoms of being a troll - that is, if I have unmanageable hair, if I seem to have some unexplainable abilities, if I have choosy eating habits, if I do not generally fit in, if I have a hatred for shoes and an obsession for jewellery, gems and trinkets, then I will be qualified as a troll.
She told me about the concept of changelings and how it leads to increase in the wealth and prosperity of the troll societies. That, and about the capital city of the Trylle - Förening - which was located in the middle of the river, bluffs and forest in Minnesota.
Then, Eleanor told me about the 5 different species of trolls - Trylle, who are the beautiful people with psychic-associated abilities; Kanin, the most superior and powerful tribe, who can change their skin colours when they wish to; Vittra, who are physically stronger and violent; Skojare, the aquatic or semi-aquatic creatures, and Omte: the violent, uneducated Giants who literally live in swamps.
Apparently, Trylle and Kanin looked entirely like humans. Some Skojare were full mermaids, some look exactly like humans, but had gills, while some were totally human-looking, without the gills.
Vittra too look like humans, but they suffer from some kind of an infertility and therefore gave birth to hobgoblins - as in, the real, literal trolls. Meanwhile, the Omte are either human-looking or huge powerful mud Giants.
All tribes had dark hair and dark eyes, with the exception of Skojare trolls, who had light hair and blue eyes. And then, often Trylle could also have green eyes and faint greenish tones to their skin.
I immediately decided that out of all the tribes, I had to be a Skojare. That would surely explain why I felt right at home under water. Then, I had the blonde hair, and my eyes must've been blue instead of dark green afterall.
