Branch's Perspective

Chapter One

Branch's Perspective

Description: The Trolls story based on Branch's Perspective with a few added scenes into the mix, not traditionally written in 1st person. It's my first time writing in a long time, and my first attempt at a Trolls fic, I just fell in love (I'm completely obsessed) with the movie and came up with a few story ideas.

Disclaimer: I do not own Trolls or the plot, it belongs to Dreamworks Productions.

Chapter One

"I don't think King Peppy made it..." announced a troubled purple troll who had injured his leg while escaping through the root tunnels.

"When I say no troll left behind..." echoed a familiar voice from within the tunnels as their King began to emerge, no longer clothed.

"I mean no troll left behind!" he cheered. The surrounding area erupted into loud cheers from the Trolls who had all successfully escaped from Bergen Town. All cheered, except one lone grey troll, he was only a child, about six years in age. He sat alone, separate from the rest of the group, unable to find himself happy about the successful escape.

"King Peppy!" Chimed in another young troll of light blue coloring.

"Where's Princess Poppy?" She worried.

"Don't worry, she's safe." He reassured the crowd as he reached into his hair to grab his daughter whom was hidden within.

"No troll left behind!" The young troll princess cheered, barely a year in age. Her actions earned a resounding 'aww' from the crowd.

"But we'll be a lot safer the further we get from Bergen Town." King Peppy urged, bringing everyone back to focus on the trouble at hand.

"Go, go! Hurry!" The Trolls heeded his warnings and made way to start on their long journey to find a new home and live a new life, free of fear from the Bergen's. King Peppy stopped in his tracks as he noticed the young grey troll who would not follow the others, and remained hurdled against the wall of root tunnels. The young one seemed unwilling to leave the tree, the only home he ever knew behind, and King Peppy knew why.

"Branch?" King Peppy called as he slowly approached the heartbroken troll, still holding his daughter. Branch jumped a bit as he heard the King address him, a little surprised that the King of the Trolls knew him by name.

"Are you alright? Were you hurt?" asked the concerned King. Branch glanced up at the King and Princess Poppy, and in that moment he felt his heart leap in his chest. Branch had never paid much attention to the Princess prior to this moment as she had been born around the same time he suffered a great loss. But he couldn't ignore her now and he found himself thinking about how cute she was, he also could not ignore the sudden pull he felt toward her. Realizing he still had not answered the King he quickly averted his eyes away, flushing lightly with embarrassment. King Peppy did not miss that interaction.

"N-No... I'm... okay..." Branch replied bashfully.

"I just... can't leave..." He added vaguely.

"Grandma Rosiepuff... right?" King Peppy asked kindly. They grey troll whipped his head back up to look at the King, shocked that he had known his reason for being unwilling to leave his home, and ultimately, his reason for turning grey. He was the King, so it made sense for him to know everything that occurred within his Village, but no other troll in Troll Village seemed to care about him anymore. Sure, they were all concerned and tried to help him at first, but after all their attempts at trying to cheer him up failed, one by one, they'd all eventually given up... many had even forgotten why he was this way. Except King Peppy, he still... remembered, still cared... about him.