Heeeeyyyy! :))))

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When Branch retired, Poppy blushed wildly and looked down.

- I'm sorry ... um ...

Branch also looked away, blushing. He moved away from her so that their hair was no longer touched, that their hand was no longer touched, that his mouth was far from hers. Poppy didn't have the courage to look at him again.

The discomfort,

There was no other word: it was absolute discomfort.

Since they had ... kissed, Branch and Poppy tried by all means to avoid the other. The two trolls was asking theirself the same question: why did they kiss each other? Nevertheless, this beautiful winter night had been so ...

- COUSIN! WATCH OUT!

Hairless spread his wings to stop; so lost in his mind, he hadn't noticed the gigantic rock in front of him. He stared at the wall of the rock for a moment, Kitten joined him, his ears trembling slightly in worry:

- You're okay? Asked his friend, come on, we'll land there ...

He went to another rock, Hairless followed him, the ocean was calm below them. The snow was cold under his paws, the NightFury made a bed of ash and dropped to the ground with a grunt. Kitten huddled against him as he was used to, he murmured:

- You still think of her, right? Why stop having your defense classes with her?

It was true, he had told Poppy that they might have to take a pose, which she had to accept before running away, leaving the arrow in the snow, leaving the one her heart had chosen without let her know it alone in this snowy landscape.

- It's complicated, Kit, he said simply.

He gets lost in his memories again ... So much so that he didn't care about questions about his repetitive dream that he had every night. He had not noticed that Kitten was frowning, he seemed to be troubled by something.

- Cousin? Do you smell that ?

Hairless raised his head, sniffing the air ... Trolls! He froze, forcing Kitten to stop moving. He looked for the source of the smell ... There, boats, Pepy was coming back. When he saw the sight, Kitten's ears straightened and the end of his heavy tail began to squirm like a dog's. Hairless couldn't help but purr:

- Go back quickly to the village to welcome them, he proposed to his friend, without noticing you! He added, worried about the little trollagon.

Kitten smiled, unfolded his little wings and flew towards the village, fortunately the Trolls didn't see him so he went quickly to the clouds. Hairless got up too and made a towards the shore to go to the forest, where was his bunker, his home. He resumed his troll form, and ran on all fours to his house. The sun was beginning to rise.

He opened the door and dropped on his pile of pillows. He took Poppy's headband and stroked the soft fabric, blushing slightly. It was the one she had forgotten the day they were playing together in the rain and he had kept it. He sighed and turned his head ... to see one of his book shelves. Branch frowned, he hadn't touched since he'd found out what he was ... He got up and grabbed the book where he'd find this scary paragraph:

Trollagons are creatures similar to the werewolf. Half-troll, half-dragon. The only way to become a trollagon is to drink rainwater in a dragon footprint on a moonlit night or to be part of the family of a trollagon.The metamorphosis usually takes a few years to get all the powers of a Trollagon. There is no known way to get rid of this curse.

Branch knew now that one of the information was false: Kitten was a child and already had his powers ... Unless Branch was an exception to the normal. The troll who wrote the book seemed to be wrong. He shrugged and continued to read the information that was written:

- Each dragon corresponds to the personality of Trollagon .... The Trollagon prefer to sleep in the form of dragons ... Each Trollagon have a power, like strength, sharing ... Ah, Kit ... telekinesis, imagination, invisibility, healing ... wisdom? Pfff ....

He continued to read, he learned that a Trollagon might not have the same color as his troll version, but still had the same color of eyes ... It was strange, but it was true; No matter what troll or dragon, Hairless had blue eyes like Branch, right?

He was reading, couldn't stop, he had to know as much as possible ... he finally came across a story that seemed very interesting ...

- The legend of Claws ...

* * *

The village children were in special activity, Poppy had brought them to see Skylar and his ferret, Oxy. The purple troll gently caressed the fur of the mustelid.

- He's nervous when there are a lot of trolls, but you can hug him, he will not hurt you.

The little trolls caressed the soft fur of Oxy, the ferret sniffed to memorize their smells. A yellow troll came to them, she was holding pieces of banana for Oxy. He was already licking his teeth.

- Goldie, do you want to give it to the children?

The yellow troll nodded and gave each little troll a piece of banana. CJ was already approaching the ferret to give him but Cliff, the little red troll, made her stumble and she let down the only piece she had. She felt tears burning her eyes.

- Here.

It was Keith, he was giving him his only piece. CJ smiled and took the piece:

- Thanks Keith, you're the best.

Keith shrugged and sat on a mushroom, listening to the other children laughing. The fact that he was half-blind didn't take away his hearing. Goldie smiled at the little green troll and muttered:

- It was very nice to share with her, Keith.

When she walked away, another voice came to his ears

- Oh, that's very nice Kweird! You shared! Woah! Cliff mocked before leaving to give his piece of banana.

Poppy stroked Oxy's head, lost in thought. No need to explain what she was thinking of ... Branch of course.

"And now he must hate me ..." she thought for what seemed like the hundredth time

Moreover, that feeling kept tickling her belly when she thought of him. She was often asking what was it ...

She knew it now: love

But it was the kind of toxic love. The one when you knew that the other hated you ...

Oxy squeaked, he seemed disgusted by Cliff trying to get on his back. He squeaked louder and reared, the red troll fell but Skylar caught him before he touched the ground. Poppy surprised, made sure he was well and announced:

- I think we should leave Oxy alone.

The children ran away, playing a game they had invented; The dragon and the gray troll. Poppy would have liked to show them that neither were bad ... But we are often afraid of what we don't know.

Suddenly, CJSuki shouted:

- Watch! Boats!

Poppy immediately turned her head, leaving a small smile on her face; his father had come back! The children were already running towards the boats and trolls coming down, so she followed them.

His smile disappeared as he saw the strange look of the Trolls who had come back from the trip. She turned her head, seeing King Pepy go away ... worried she tried to follow him but someone grabbed her hand. She felt her heart racing, hoping it would be a particuly troll but was quickly disappointed to see it was only Creek.

- Hi ! The purple troll smiled at her.

Poppy didn't even answer, she watched her father move away on his trembling legs.

- Is dad okay? she asked

Creek sighed:

- We didn't find anything ... but we saw another dragon ....

- The little green? she asked, one of the children had describe to him, apparently he looked like a kitten, which she didn't find very scary.

- No ... she was white with purple scales ... she attacked us.

Poppy's eyes widened, mimicking a shocked expression. This dragon had probably wanted to defend something like Hairless.

It was as if she had lost her two best friends, she felt her heart squeeze.

* 

Pepy entered his pod, falling on his chair. His troubled emotions seemed to mingle like a storm in his mind. He had headhache, he was exhausted. He wanted to sleep ... but he could not give up:

- Kill the dragons, protect the village... he whispered as he opened another book.

- You did what you have to do, Angel .... whispered the monster stroking the head of the dragon.

- Aurora !... 

The poor LightFury moaned weakly with fear. It was useless ... She tried to attack him again but his chains prevented her.

- If I did that, it was to protect them! she yelled, I didn't want them to be here !

Her host laughing, looking at her with yellow eyes.

- If I sent you to attack them, it's because my plan is not ready yet, we still have to wait ...

On his words, he walk away, his figure traced a frightening image on the walls of the stone prison. Aurora closed her eyes, continuing to call for help:

- Please, I'm waiting for you here, save me !

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AFTER 3 WEEKS, FINALLY: