Blue Moon Rising

Chapter 41: Young Atlas (III)

The Grit-Shaka suddenly turns out to be a bad idea, as Toby finds out first hand. Meanwhile, the eyestone is added to the bridge. Blinky learns of Draal's gift and jumps into action.

That doesn't stop Claire and Atlas from having the biggest fight of the century though.

Notes:

Disclaimer: Don't own Trollhunters or any of its characters.

Back with a new chapter! Thank you for all the lovely reviews, kudos and favorites. Seriously. Unfortunately, since I have exams and papers around the corner, there will not be a new chapter next week. Big thanks to Charlie and Vici with this chapter. If you notice any big grammar errors, let me know.

Also, check out this awesome fanart by Castellia on Amino. Thank you! I'm so honored. Seriously!

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Another shoutout to Vvvici's awesome fancomic of the last scene in Bittersweet Sixteen between Atlas and Barbara. I cried a little. Go check it out. It's seriously gorgeous.

http://vvvici.tumblr.com/post/180659757558/another-beautifully-written-scene-by

Thank ya'll so much. You really made my week. :D

I hope you enjoy the chapter!

There were few things Toby regretted in life.

Well, probably a lot more than a few, but he was thinking about the kind that really stood out in his fifteen years of existence. The big ones. Life changing situations, ya know? Things that haunted him in those dark hours of the night, between the medium of awake and sleep, replaying over and over and over again like a bad 90s pop song—those kinds of thoughts.

The first was not protecting Nana's cat from his chocolate stash. A terrible fate, that one. He couldn't look at an Easter egg without feeling a teensy bit guilty. Sure, he was a kid then and couldn't have known the feline had a craving for sweet chocolatey death, but he could have been more careful.

The second was that time he ate three Diablo Maximus Breakfast Burritos back to back, destroying not one, but two toilets. Oh man, he couldn't sit down for a week without wincing. His butthole would never be the same. Seriously, like, he learned his lesson after that caliente catastrophe. One Diablo per day, max. Even the most ironclad of stomachs could barely withstand the heat.

The third was when he led Atlas to killing one of his kind.

He....he didn't like to think about that one very much.

And this—

Well. This might well be the very worst of them all.

The day had started off fine, or at least as fine as it could be considering all the crazy stuff in their lives. Trolls, a magical destiny, changeling history teachers, mythical bridges, and a best friend tied up in the thick of it all. Not to mention the whole thing with Dr. L.

Atlas didn't seem angry on that end at least. For now. He hadn't asked how much the other boy told her yet.

What did it mean now that another human knew about the supernatural world? Would she be coming to Trollmarket with them at some point?

He remembered speaking to Blinky and AAARRRGGHH!!! about the possibility when he returned home that night, but neither had a definite answer. Blinky was all, blah, blah, blah, secrecy and stuff, while wingman was hesitant but more open to Atlas's mom joining them in the long run. At the end of the night, no one had an definite answer. Sure, Toby had adjusted to them well enough, but what about others?