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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"My name is Camilla Elsing and I am a Vittra." Camilla spoke. "I was born in 1979 - "
"Are you kidding me?!" I interrupted, for the woman looked no older than 25. Sure, I was dumb enough to not know the difference between Vittra hobgoblins and Omte trolls, but I am not dumb enough to accept that this lady was in her freaking eighties.
"Will. You. Listen?" Camilla said through gritted teeth. "I was born in 1979 in the Vittra capital city Ondarike, as the illicit daughter of some Vittra peasant and one of the last pure-blooded Vittra men. My father was believed to have killed himself after my birth, so I was raised by my mother.Though theoretically, the old woman had her own last name, I preferred to go by my father's surname - Elsing."
"So, you are Sara Elsing's sister? Sort-of?" I questioned.
"Hardly." Camilla replied murderously. I guessed she didn't like Sara Elsing - or maybe she didn't like being interrupted; or perhaps both. "I was the Vittra King Oren Elsing's half sister. With more tarnished bloodlines, of course, but his sister, regardless. And Sara was Oren's wife - one of his wives, just as was your great grandmother Elora Dahl. Oren acknowledged and accepted me, because despite my mother's poor lineage, I was still my father's daughter, and my father had been a very powerful Vittra in his days.
"I was Oren's only confidante - someone whom he could wholeheartedly trust, share his plans and secrets with and depend on. Although he did genuinely trust and love me, Oren was in a habit of discriminating me because I wasn't from a very honourable family, because my birth was illicit and scandalous, and I was just a common Vittra - not a Marksinna. He considered himself immortal, invincible, equivalent to the Almighty, while I was . . . .mortal . . .not good enough."
Camilla smiled a feral smile. "See where we stand now. The Almighty Immortal Lord was beheaded and killed by his own daughter - a weak, silly, pregnant hybridised girl, who was not even a year old to the world of trolls! And look at me now: mortal though I am, I have survived for 81 years. I have broken through prison, lived more than half of my life on the loose, I have a beautiful apprentice - and soon, the world shall be under my thumb.
"Anyways. After my half brother died, the kingdom - with of course Wendy Staad's influence - believed that they had finally attained freedom after the last near 100 years. They imprisoned or executed all of Oren's allies, all that remained of his family and all those he had ever collaborated onto anything with. I was imprisoned too - and remained imprisoned for 22 years in the dark palace dungeons." Camilla let out a bitter shiver.
"The year 2014 was not a pleasant year. The Kanin kingdom started a war amongst their own. They recruited innocent Omte soldiers. The Skojares - sunken in poverty as they already are - were attacked continuously by the Omte and Kanin forces. The Trylle monarchs chose to side with criminals-on-the-run Bryn Aven and Konstantin Black, and granted them amnesty. There was complete chaos in between the trolls, and the Vittra were the only tribe to remain sane and completely uninvolved in the political mess.
