The Shadow Huntress (rewrite)

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𝙽𝚘 𝙾𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅

Silently sprinting through the dark woods of Arcadia's lush forest is a strange being. Far too many would assume that it is either a monster or a large beast. Yet this stranger is neither of the two; though it could very well be argued. This being is the last of their kind; the last of the Devine Beings. Guardians that were or should we say are very rare. Perhaps due to their anti-social behaviour or that only 15 existed at first. They have some amazing abilities; one of such is shapeshifting. However they are almost always mistaken for a changeling. Thus resulting in their preference for loneliness or aversion to most sentient creatures. Yet for this very one in particular had just reached the underside of the bridge that runs over the canal.

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I don't own anything other than my oc and whatever else that I have added into the story.
Author's Note:
This is my (rishu_omisha on Wattpad) story only and I dont like copy writers like people who steal stories then post them somewhere else or on another website as the own. However I am always willing to help other people out if they have writers block or need an oc or even a whole story plot line; just give me a message and I will reply to you.}

𝚄𝚗𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝙿𝙾𝚅

Only just having arrived at the bridge canal in Arcadia; I launch myself up onto some of the bridges support beams. While perched on one of them; I take notice of the sounds going on around me. Glancing around from within the shadows; I spot the cause of the disturbance. Two large brutes are currently going at eachother in the shadows of the bridge. Looking closer at the pair; I notice that one is the infamous gumm-gumm troll known as Bular, son of Gunmar.

Flicking my eyes over towards his dance partner; I see that it is a blue troll in the famous trollhunter armour. The trollhunters sword; Daylight slid into the sun a little, but the trollhunter still grabbed it. I am impressed for sun-stains are no joke to trolls. Still watching from the shadows hidden under my two cloaks as they then make their way up to the bridges underside support beams.

Staying absolutely quiet and still as the pair of them continue fighting near my hiding place. Just when it looked like Bular was about to kill the trollhunter; I completely reacted on pure instincts alone. Launching myself at Bular with my scythe at the ready; the blade slices over his left eye. He backs up in utter shock as I land in between him and the injured trollhunter. With my hood up and my glowing red slitted eyes cast an ominous glow. Standing tall at 6 foot 2 inches; I must look downright terrifying to the both of them.

Moving my scythe a little then rasp out in my most demonic voice in very ancient trollish "ᛚᛖᚨᚹᛖ ᚾᛟᚹ, ᛒᚢᛚᚨᚱ, ᛊᛟᚾ ᛟᚠ ᚷᚢᚾᛗᚨᚱ... ᛚᛖᛊᛏ ᛃᛟᚢᚱ ᛚᛁᚠᛖ ᛖᚾᛞᛊ ᚺᛖᚱᛖ ᛒᚢ ᛗᚢ ᛒᛚᚨᛞᛖ (Leave now, Bular, son of Gunmar... Lest your life ends here by my blade)." Bular shakes in fear as his eyes show me true terror. He recognizes the language I have spoke in; he then takes off fleeing for his life. A cough attracts my attention to the trollhunter behind me. Turning slowly I then cautiously hold out a single paw to help him up onto his feet as my eyes change from red slits to bright glowing blue.

After a little while of him watching me; staring into my eyes as if searching for something. He finally takes a hold of my paw and I lift him back onto his feet. I turn away from him; to hopefully leave back to the safety of the forest. However from the sun-stain on his face; he asks in dazed confusion " Where are you going? The sun is rising fast you will turn to stone if it hits you." I glance back towards him and sigh quietly as I unfasten one of my two cloaks. Then toss it to him; motioning for him to put it on and to follow me down.

We made it to the ground safely pulling out a gazelhorn from my hidden satchel. I proceeded to draw a semi-circle on the canals wall; then I press on it and a portal opens up. We walk through it; after we entered it, it immediately closes. He watches me carefully as I place the gazelhorn back into my satchel. We walk down the crystal path that leads to Heartstone Trollsmarket and after we arrive at the bottom. I politely motion for my cloak back; he takes it off and gives it to me. I fasten it back over my other cloak then motion for him to go on.