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The Shattered King

Y/N opened her locker and looked in the small mirror that she put in her locker. The flower in her hair glowed slightly. She made some braids on the side of her hair and stuck her flower in there. She smiled and shut her locker and suddenly someone was leaning against the locker next to her. Almost jumpscared her but calmed down when it was just Mike.

"Mike." Y/N blankly greeted. Mike made a clicking sound as he made a gunfinger at her. "Sup, Y/N, baby." Y/N gave him a blank stare and started to walk away. "Woah, woah, Y/N, wait." Y/N didn't stop but Mike stood in front of her way. She rolled her eyes and stopped. Mike happens to be the second most popular guy in her school. He used to be number one but after Douxie came he lost his rank. And he also happened to be one of the nominees.

"So, since you're going to be the future queen of Spring Fling, and I'm going to be the future king of Spring Fling, how about you go to the dance with me?" He kneeled down dramatically, making some students stop and watch the scene. Some girls almost cried and the guys were a bit upset that Y/N was getting asked before them.

"No." Y/N didn't waste time rejecting him. Mike's smile was wiped off. "Wha--? Why not?!" Y/N huffed and moved past him. "I'm going out with someone else already." At that whispers spread through the hall and Mike kneeled there, frozen. 'Ugh so annoying.'

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Time passed quickly for Y/N, wanting to disappear above the surface away from Mike. Douxie wasn't at school, cause of work. She entered Trollmarket with F/N sleeping on her shoulder, she through the market to see Vendel. Noticing the H/C girl, he welcomed her in, "Y/N, how have you been, my dear?"

Y/N sighed and leaned against the stone table, F/N rolled down and landed on his stomach but didn't stir from his sleep. Y/N started telling how her day went, as she continued on and Vendel listened as he went around gathering materials, Jim's voice was heard, nervously and was slightly cracked.

"Um..." Jim stammered, "M-Master Vendel?" He walked over to the troll who had his back turned and focused on something. "I am known to no troll as Master." Y/N giggled and F/N finally woke up, yawning and stretching his back.

"Oh. Okay. Well, Vendel--" Jim started but Vendel cut him off, turning to look at the Trollhunter. "But I like the sound of it coming from you." Vendel stepped aside, revealing Y/N, who was leaning against the table, and waved at Jim, "Hey, Jim." Jim waved at the girl back. Vendel stood behind the table standing next to Y/N, Jim standing on the opposite side. "The Birthstone you recovered from Gatto's Lair."

Vendel grabbed some tools with ease, dropping them into Jim's arms who had a bit of a harder time holding them up. "It must be cleaved." Jim watched in confusion as Vendel placed the stone on the table. "Cleaved?" His hand reached for the stone but it hummed and glowed as his hand hovered over it. He nervously pulled it away, fearing it might cause something that no one would want to clean up.

"You humans cut stones to unlock their beauty, but trolls cut stones to unlock their power." Vendel long finger pointed to a certain spot on the stone, and Jim placed his tools in the same spot. "Chisel along the ridge, right over here. Yes."

Jim hammered, a crack forming before it broke open, a small piece falling off. Y/N was awed when she saw what it looked like inside. "And along this facet," Vendel ordered gently, pointing to another section. Jim hammered at it again, this time a few pieces cracked off. "Excellent."

Jim stopped, lowering his arms before speaking, "I thought you were against finding the Triumbric stones."

"I am against you collecting the stones. If you were to fall into Gunmar's hands, he would use you to escape the bridge and unleash himself upon this world." Y/N made Jim's attention turn to her, "But that doesn't mean he's against you killing Gunmar. Believe me, in that." Vendel deadpans at the girl. Vendel then grabbed the stone with a pair of large tongs, flipping the stone to the side. "Keep your eye on the stone, and your hand steady. A little off, here!"