Echiya facepalmed. She simply said, "I w4rn3d him not to (h4ng3 tim3 b3for3 The Scratch. H3 told m3 h3 wouldn't, 4nd obviously h3 didn't k33p up to it."
It was tough to explain what happened between Damien and her, and to sum it up, it was a bad history between the two. Speaking of history, she then pulled out the journal and started reading it from a random page.
It is a chilly evening. My loyal subjects are all near a fire, trying to warm themselves from the sudden storm of ice that is over the castle. The Graceful and I are enjoying ourselves, taking a few glasses of troll blood and drinking it. I could have never imagined actually liking a lowblood of any kind, but he is... different. He is so cheerful, and he seems to like me a lot. The Graceful shows me something that is really amazing. He says that there are two coins with absolute power over luck. They are called the Coin of Falling Prospit and the Coin of Rising Derse. I told him that after the storm was over, me and him could go search for it. It sounds promising, and I bet if I could get them, I could kill any one in my path.
She skipped a lot of pages, and started to read again since she found something interesting.
I could not believe what The Graceful said to me. He is just going to leave me here, out in the wintry tundra so that he could change the way of society? That all trolls are equal? I immediately got my claws out. He got out his long trident, and we started fighting each other. He would challenge me indeed, but not defeat me.
He threw his trident at me. I dodged it as it struck a sheet of ice near me. Using my great skills, I grabbed it out of the ice and threw it back at him. He could not dodge it, and part of his cape got caught into the ice. The Graceful gave me a growl as he tried to escape. He could never escape that spot, alive. I pulled out both coins, and flipped them both against him. Both, not just one, landed on the side I wanted.
Double-tails. Also known as a automatic death.
His eyes widened as he started to jerked around. He screamed in pain for maybe a few minutes before going silent. I picked up his trident and held it for a while before picking him up and dragging him back. I threw his body at the others, and I could tell they were mad, or at least most of them were.
I changed today. I am no longer one wanting to be loved, but instead, I want others to fear me so much that they will not ever challenge me. That day, I changed my name to The Hunter and kept my throne.
Echiya blinked. The dream bubble faded off, and she put it back in her catchalogue.







