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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Everyone was a little tense and mad ever since the angry conversation that took place in between Madelyn and Bella - the kind of tense and mad, that even swimming couldn't cure.
Kyle Kroner refused to put a toe inside the swimming pool, and remained outside the pool on the deck chairs. Bella forgot her anger after some time, as she began giggling and twirling in the water, exclaiming just how nice it was.
Madelyn Laris didn't take it very easy, though. She kept a constant reproachful eye on Bella Kroner and her antics, kept muttering around her and remained hotheaded and pissed throughout the afternoon.
When I started somersaulting and showing off my Skojare moves, the 3 were rather impressed - and momentarily, Madelyn did get distracted, but it didn't work for too long.
I was admittedly more than relieved when the entire 'make more friends' thing got over, and the Kroners' chauffeur came to pick up Kyle and Bella. After the Kroners had bid their polite farewells and left, Madelyn began to seem more tired and less angry.
"Hey. Thanks for your defence when the weird Kroner girl started talking about . . .you know, how she might get married to me, and all that." I started awkwardly, when it was just her and me. "I just don't like the way she says it - if you get me."
Madelyn indistinguishably muttered something like "I do."
"I too understand why you feel so strongly and defensively of Naomi Staad. She's . . . .a really nice person; perhaps silly, melodramatic and overprotective at times, but she is very kind too. And caring. And selfless. And very motherly. And . . . I just realised some days ago just how much she might actually love me; no one has actually loved me before - except, well, Mackenzie Frost, and he's a cat.
"Technically I didn't want this gettogether to happen at all. It's only that since Naomi insisted - and she was only doing it to make me happy and get me friends of my own age, so that I don't feel lonely in the palace - I was forced to comply. And, well, for surviving this afternoon . . . "
"You're welcome." Madelyn replied.
"Yeah, and I'm sorry - for making such a horrible mess of this luncheon. I . . . never really hosted these kinds of gettogethers and parties, back in my old life. I am very new to this, so forgive my blunders."
Madelyn sighed. "It isn't really your fault; in fact, technically it's mine, because I started making fun of her gay great uncle. But . . . .anyway, it was nice getting to see your swimming moves and eating at your place. I hope we don't develop the kind of relationship with each other that either of us has with Bella Kroner."
"Yeah, I hope so too." I laughed. "She's one really sick girl. Should I, er, escort you back home? You must be exhausted and pissed and homesick."
"Correctly guessed, but thank you, I can drive myself back home."
"You . . .drive?"
"Sexist! Marksinnas do have the legal license to drive." Madelyn smirked.
"Well, good day to you then." I offered.
"Presume I just repeated what you said." Madelyn bowed, and then departed.
***
The best way to quickly dismiss the terrible afternoon from my mind was to sentence myself to something even more terrible : aka Dr Oliver Staad's Necromantic Classes.
The King seemed rather irritable and impatient today. I had stepped inside his office and greeted His Majesty with a 'good afternoon', and the King's reply was a lazy "Have you practiced summoning spirits?"
"Yes." I lied.
"Do you think you have made an improvement in how well you can summon them or how persuading and irresistible you could be to spirits?"
"Er, maybe." I answered uncertainly.
"I take that as a no." Oliver got up and drew the curtains in the room. "Very well. Summon any ghost you wish. You have 5 minutes time."
5 minutes! NOO! This was too less! I usually tended to summon by a hit-and-trial method, and since most ghosts generally ignored my friendly call, I took a lot of time to find someone who was willing to come up to Oliver Staad's office.
The King was highly deaf to any of my near-crying, whiny looks or pleading whispers. So, without wasting much time on trying to beg for mercy, I commenced into summoning Zoe again.
Hopefully this time if she received her signal, she would assume it to be an immediate emergency, and come rushing up to me. Of course, I finally accomplished my goal at the end of 11 minutes, but Zoe Frank still made up her mind to show her face.
"Zoe! When I summon you - or at least, try to summon you - you must come to me immediately after you get your signal, and pretend that you had been forcefully dragged here by my superpowers!" I ordered, jokingly.
King Oliver seemed to suddenly snap awake from his thoughts at this comment of mine. "What did you just say?" He asked at me, his eyes suspiciously squinted.
"I, er, was just kidding with this awesome lady ghost in here." I replied sheepishly, wondering what wrong had I done in teasing Zoe Frank.
"You mentioned a name. What is the name of the spirit you have summoned?" The King asked hoarsely.
"Zoe Frank." I answered nervously.
Oliver's face changed into an unreadable expression. With the most bare movement of his lips, he spoke "Go to the library - or the drawing room - or any room in the palace. Just stay far off my sight. Summon ghosts and try to manipulate them to do your bidding. Look into their eyes while you mentally recite what you want them to do. Practice a thousand times. Just, do not come back here."
And saying so, the King swiftly went out of the room, nearly knocking me down, and slammed the huge mahogany door at my face as he left.
