Time passes differently in the Feywilds. Three years lived within weeks, time lost and gone. Hope burned away by the bite of anger, a body changed by careless magics.
Vezuril is 19 now, and the months with his father now feel so far away. He barely remembers the man called Jareth, the sun and the snow of Above.
The Nucklavee horns, a useful tool of his among the Smiling Legion, were burned into his skin by ice, permanently scarring the boy with frostbite.
He knows he held a name before Vezuril. But that name matters not. He knows he had a family, a guild, friends. He knows that this was his sacrifice to protect them.
Now he would kill them with ease should his Queen Mab order it.
" I was a young channeling when I first heard it. Alone in your human world. But there, opening night- when the curtain rose, and the orchestra swelled... Peer Gynt is a little boy who stumbles into a mountain of trolls. He faces a troll king, who tells him, "To thy self be true, and who cares what the world thinks?" But it's just a play." -Nomura I love Nomura so much, she is just too pure for this world!!!!! ❤️ 🔴My edit. Please don't repost this without my permission and do not claim as your own 🔴 #nomura#changling#peergynt#trollhunters#forthegloryofmerlindaylightisminetocommand