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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Förening was a pretty city in its own way; away from 2050's skyscrapers, projections, screens and technology, it was more like a small but neat town in the middle of lush greenery, occasional Mississippi streams and pretty hills.
There were off-white marble mansions with gold pillars, carpeted stairs, balconies and walls made up literally of nothing but glass. I was finding it very impressive already.
Eleanor drove me to the front of a mansion that stood pretty much at the ledge of a cliff, and beckoned me to get out of her car. I followed her instruction clumsily, nearly tumbling out of the open window in the process, and a half-heartedly-disguised laugh was heard behind me.
I dusted myself and stood, gawking at the mansion in front of me. If Eleanor was going to say that this belonged to me, I was seriously going to jump down the cliff. This could never be mine! All my life, I have been living in old-fashioned apartments with no essence of luxury. This.....was a palace! Quite literally.
"What are you staring at?" Eleanor teased. "Come on in!" She playfully pulled at my hand, and I, well, blushed. Yeah, how immature.
I climbed up the delicate marble stairs to the gigantic main door of the house. Eleanor seemed to push open the door with no hesitation, as if she went in and out of the palace whenever she wished to.
The interior was equally stunning. Everything was in the colour combination of white and gold. The tiles on the floor were off white at some areas, and black and white checkered in others. There were exotic upholstered furniture, crystal chandeliers, mahogany tables, ornate and amber decoration pieces and elegant imperial portraits. Domed ceilings made up of glass, beautiful double staircases with twisted gold railings, red-carpeted corridors and long French Windows were everywhere.
All halls, rooms and corridors seemed to be empty, surprisingly; I was actually expecting some staff, a butler, guards, a scullery maid perhaps to be loitering around the mansion. Regardless, Eleanor ordered me to keep quiet for some time and sneakily tiptoed over to one of the room upstairs.
She asked me to wait outside (which I spent in counting how many stairs were there), and when Eleanor came out of the room, she was a little more formally dressed. Not that it changed anything; once sexy, forever sexy.
She had tossed aside her , and was instead clad in tight leather pants, boots and a mauve dress shirt. I wondered if Eleanor Wilde actually lived in the palace. If so, then being a tracker was probably not so bad, I reckoned.
Next, I was taken outside a huge mahogany door, where Eleanor knocked smartly, before we were answered by a tired voice "Come in."
Eleanor opened the door, and bowed. Actually, bowed! The occupants of the room (i.e. A rather pissed-off middle-aged man with an intimidating moustache, a middle-aged woman with wild, curly black ringlets and an elderly man with white hair, a used-to-be attractive face and an easy smile) didn't seem to notice anything hilarious or odd about the fact that she had just bowed, and the woman with curly hair simply nodded.
