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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Quite some things happened in the week that followed the night when the Kroners and Larises had arrived for dinner. The general prince prepping carried on, without making much of an effect on me, since I still ate like a 5 year old, occasionally got lost in the palace, tripped down the stairs, broke some antique furniture once in a while and still couldn't tie a tie.
Gradually the Royal members of the household gave up trying to force themselves into family mealtimes, because Trylle apparently ate too less and were too stubborn and picky about what they ate and when they ate; so it was pretty pointless forcing them into culinary unity.
I continued yawning my eyes out while reading ancient Tryllic scripts, scrolls, myths, legends and stories about historic rulers and inter-tribe wars. Apparently, the Trylle and the Vittra loved to get into a fight, so most legendary wars were fought between them - and each one had the same sequential pattern.
The ghosts in the palace too were weird. Most of them were brave and loyal soldiers, still wearing metal armours and carrying translucent shields and swords, all lined up in front of the palace gates and doors, not realising that their presence made no difference to anyone.
And, then there were the former kings and queens, dressed in gothic taffeta gowns, knee breeches and silk stockings, all fighting to sit on the throne, showing off their translucent crowns and jewellery and making repetitive corrections in their portraits.
All of them like, "Ughhh! My nose looks so round and blobby! That Van Hogsten man really cheated me! What an unflattering portrait! If only I could have my nose a little longer and crooked and intimidating, I'd be the prettiest woman in the planet. What trash is this! I bet I am being laughed at by today's generations of royals! Ah, the misery!"
All palace ghosts were the same, and they were such ridiculous creatures too, that I myself often played deaf in front of the ghosts.
The only ghost I found quite different from the atypical others, was a girl called Zoe Frank. She was quite young when she died - maybe 19. Zoe had a very childlike innocence and gentility about her.
The first time I met her, she was sitting on top of the staircase banister, wearing a seemingly wet dress and was smiling directly at me. "Uh, well, hi!" I greeted awkwardly, because, well, what is a prince supposed to do when a ghost smiles at him?
The girl in the wet dress waved back at me cheerily. "New here?"
"Er, yes."
The ghost girl laughed, emitting a merry ringing sound. "It's got to be difficult, isn't it? I am betting you are a changeling."
"Correctly assumed." I replied. Eleanor had told me once that changelings were unfortunate Trylle babies who were switched at birth with another human baby, so that the Trylle child could grow up amidst humans and inherit a claim on human money.
