18 Years Later
The son of Wilbur, the prince of New L'Manburg, has turned 18. It was the age when they are now getting trained to become Giant Slayers
"George, come look! The people want to see you!" Wilbur said as he noticed a brunette, combed, tired, and annoyed
George stepped into the balcony with his father as the people cheered. He looked down and spotted a man with blonde hair, a black, long coat, and a green and white hat
The prince hurried down as the people were surprised to see the prince out of his castle. He was greeted by many as he smiled and waved
He pushed through the crowd and met with the man, "Hey Phil!" Phil bowed as George shook his head, "I said that wasn't necessary."
Phil: I can't disrespect the prince!
George: I just don't like it when you're greeting me that way
Phil: George, even though I am a close friend of yours, I still have to
George: Oh, ok
Phil: Do you want to go see the arena?
George: I do, but I hate it
Phil: I see. Let's go. Either way, I have to heal the giants
George knew Phil loves the giants, but never knew why. He's heard stories of how human and giant kind used to live in harmony, but if his father hears anyone mentioning it, they get thrown in jail
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How To Train Your Giant (DNF)
FanfictionThis is my final GT DNF Humans and giants used to live in harmony, and a small argument separated them all Phil, the last descendant of the peaceful times, begged for another one to appear as humans used giants for training and they either survive...
