#james sturges

[icebku]

Some book Trollhunters art

I know in the book Jack(ie) and Jim don't have scars, but it just felt right

The Jackie headcanon lives in my head rent free but I also have a Trans Jim headcanon I think it would be very funny if Jackie had no clue her nephew was trans masc untill she came out to him and he had to explain that he too is Trans just ftm instead of mtf

[ydkm-toa-fic-stuff]

about the HC ask game!!! i wanna know more about YDKAM even if is angst :)

Im going to guess you mean YDKM/CR(Changeling Recklessly

Here are some headcanons that probably wont make it into the story or are things I meant to be left up to interpretation but these are my thoughts on them. You can have whatever headcanons you want on these though, they are not strictly canon to YDKM

1. Jim is a realtive of Blinkys, hes definitely part Conundrum and I would like to think hes like Blinkys second or third cousin. In one draft Jim was Blinky and Aaarrrgghhs son and in a different draft he was Dictatious's son, you can interpret it however you would like though

2. Steve had a crush on Jim as a kid and couldn't cope with it thats what originally led to Steves hatred of Jim in YDKM

3. Eli is Nomura's younger cousin. Their moms were sisters and they have no idea

4. Bular and Draal are exs and the same age. They were both at the very end of whelphood during wizards (human equivalent of like 15-16-17)

5. Toby's rock collection started out as a rock snack stash and developed into a love of geology

6. James originally started to pull away from Jim because he recognized parts of his brother in Jim and was terrified to lose him like he lost Jack

7. On the topic of James Sturges Sr, Strickler didn’t kill him, he maimed him and that led to amnesia where James Sturges was just a John Doe at some hospital on the other side of the country. He restarted his life over there and he has no clue he has a son and ex-wife(?) Widowed wife(?) in California.

8. Darci has a crush on Mary but shes doesn't realize it so she wont do anything about it. She also knows how happy Tight-Jeans-Hank makes this version of Mary and she would never do anything to ruin it

9. Shannon has a form of kleptomanina

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*shakes this man violently in a jar*

james sturges snr the man you are.... you and ur dumb lil calculator.... 😞

[gwenore]

The Trollslayer. Chapter 7.

Chapter 24: Strickler has to face the consequences of James’ actions. 

Synopsis: Barbara and Jim has cut Strickler out of  their lives after Jim tells his mother the truth about the Trollhunter and what Strickler has done. As trolls start turning up dead, a figure from both Barbara’s and Strickler’s past arrive in Arcadia.

“You think the runt is mad?” James asked when he looked over at his friend. Both the changelings were leaning on Strickler’s car at the outlook point.

Right then orchestral battle music chimed.

“It is Jim…” Strickler answered the call and James leaned closer to listen in.

“WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY MOM, YOU BASTARD?!” Jim’s shouted loudly enough to make the two changelings wince.

“That would be a yes…” James muttered as he rubbed his ear slightly.

“Jim… you have to believe me it was not me!” Strickler ignored James.

“SO IT IS JUST A COINCIDENCE THAT YOU SEND ME A MESSAGE RIGHT AFTER MY MOM HAS TURNED INTO A TROLL?!”

“Well… perhaps not… coincidence. But it wasn’t ME!” Strickler attempted to explain. However how could he explain that his long lost companion who just so happened to be his former pupil’s father.

“Strickler! The fuck is going on?!” Jim sneered, but he had started to calm slowly.

“Well… I am sure you know, but… there is someone who has come to Arcadia, someone who I have history with.”

“THE TROLLSLAYER?! The trollslayer have changed my mom into a troll?!”

“Hey, the runt have heard of me,” James interjected with pride in his voice.

“Yes he is a bit of an idiot,” Strickler said in a loud voice, looking directly into his eyes, James furrowing his brows.

“I DO NOT CARE! MY MOM IS A TROLL!” Jim’s voice was heard growling on the other side.

“It is temporary. It will pass on its own,” Strickler once again attempted to calm the young man.

“WHEN?!”

“Well… that is the problem… we are not sure. But… it will pass!” Strickler insisted.

“IS THAT WALTER?”

Barbara’s voice was enough to make both the changeling freeze.

“Uh… yes… I promise it wasn’t me! It was… an acquaintance,” Strickler said when he managed to get the words working.

‘Acquaintance?’ James mouthed looking rather offended.

“AN ACQUAITANCE?!” she snarled.

“Uh… yes… as I told Jim a very, VERY stupid one!” Strickler in vain tried to defend himself.

“… you are not telling me that the one who almost gave my son a concussion turned me into a troll…”

Her voice was a low growl which mad both changelings wish that she would go back to shouting.

“Um… I guess I sort of am…” Strickler swallowed. Crashing sounds were heard from the other side, Strickler wincing.

Once the racket calmed down slightly Barbara’s voice was heard practically snarling over the phone.

“GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE THIS INSTANT!”

And with that the call was ended, the two changelings standing there with astonishment.

“Well… it seems that our reunions were cut short. It was nice knowing you Walt,” James patted Strickler’s shoulder.

“You are just going to leave?!” Strickler burst out.

“… you really think me going with you is going to help…”

A silence fell between the two of them, before Strickler let out a sigh, shaking his head while scratching the back of his head.

“Yeah… you are right…”

“Got to happen some time…” James shrugged his shoulders as he started to wander down the path.

“If you survive, I will be back home, going to have a nap,” James made a hand wave as he walked down the path.

Strickler simply lowered his head before he sat himself into his old car and drove off.

  As the changeling pulled out up to the Lake residence he really wanted to fall into the ground and his stomach felt absolutely filled with rocks.

Slowly he let out a low sigh, his knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel.

He had not seen Barbara since…

He had never thought that he would ever see her again.

Of course he had wanted to see her again. She had never for even one moment left his mind. But to actually see her again… his coward’s heart could barely bear it.

He wanted to run away… but…

He had been doing that far too much in his life. He… he didn’t want to be like James. He didn’t just want to leave… even if they didn’t want him in their life. Meeting James again he realized that.

A coward was not something that he wanted to be.

Slowly he forced himself to get out of the car, and with slow steps wandering towards the door, slowly and knocked on the door.

“Who is it?” he heard Jim’s voice on the other side of the door.

“It is me,” he said. There was a pause before he heard Jim’s voice.

“Get inside!”

Slowly he opened the door, finding that the house was laid in darkness, all the windows covered for the sunlight.

And there… standing in the living room where the rays of the sunlight wouldn’t reach. Strickler slowly closed the door, not quite daring to meet their eyes quite yet.

“Uh… I almost felt like I should change…” he scratched the back of his neck as the two narrowed their eyes towards him.

A long silence fell between them, both mother and son practically sneering towards him.

“Uh… well… I suppose I will start…” he uttered still not having dared to step off the door mat. “Well… firstly Barbara… it is temporary… you should revert back soon… hopefully.”

“HOPEFULLY?” the doctor practically launched towards him, the changeling backing towards the door.

“I… it was what my… acquaintance told me,” he held up his hands in front of him to protect himself. “He tested it apparently. I… I haven’t had the time to research it much… but… I do not believe there is any magic strong enough in these modern times to turn a human into a troll permanently.”

“How long? How long am I stuck like this?” Barbara asked.

“I don’t know… could be hours… could be days… could be… longer…” Walter winced slightly. Barbara simply lowered her head, holding her horns.

“So I am stuck like this…” she whimpered. Strickler felt the desire to hold her in his arms, but he did not dare to touch her.

“Not for long… I will… I will try to do some research just in case… but it will pass,” he attempted to assure her.

“Suppose it is lucky I have vacation days stowed up…”

“I really am sorry… he will never do anything like that again, I will make certain of that,” he attempted to assure her.

Jim then stepped forward.

“The Trollslayer did this! Why did he target me? My mom?”

“It was… for me. He thought he was doing me a favor…” Strickler admitted.

“What?” both mother and son said in unison.

“I confess after Bular’s demise I have been a wreck. He… the Trollslayer… thought it was because Barbara found out I was a changeling… I cannot explain how he thinks, he is insanely dense even if he was a troll…”

“But how did he know where we live? And is he going to come back? Does he know Jim is the trollhunter?!” Barbara looked from the one to the other. Strickler was quick to shake his head.

“No… he will not. He will not lay a finger on Jim… I believe he will be leaving soon… and… when he does… I will go with him. you two does not have to worry about either of us ever again.”

[icebku]

Do you do art requests? If so would you be willing to draw a troll jeve cuddle session?

I do take art requests

However I was working on the intial sketch of this piece of when I got this ask and while it took me forever. It is just a lot of Jeves

While its not quite Troll Jeves cuddling I hope it works anyway

We have book Jeves, below that is show Jeves, then the Prince James au (needs a better name) with human and troll Jim. I then have a monster hunter au with a werewolf Jim, a Bird au where Trolls are Dinosaurs and a cat au because I grew up on Warriors

[gwenore]

The Trollslayer. Chapter 6.

Chapter 23: Strickler finds out how much of a mess James has made of EVERYTHING. 

Synopsis: Barbara and Jim has cut Strickler out of  their lives after Jim tells his mother the truth about the Trollhunter and what Strickler has done. As trolls start turning up dead, a figure from both Barbara’s and Strickler’s past arrive in Arcadia.

Strickler was practically panting with fear as he glared at James. Though this changeling was an utter idiot, this caused him at times to be far more dangerous than the most cunning could ever hope to be.

He knew that better than most…

And now that he had gone after Barbara and never before had he felt more fearful of what this big changeling was capable off.

“You do not have to worry, I did not hurt her,” James made a hand movement.

Strickler grabbed his shirt, glaring into his eyes.

“I swear…” the smaller changeling growled towards him, James simply rolled his eyes.

“Fine… fine…” James then shrugged his shoulder. “Look, I was up north and I stayed by this volcano… which would expect volcanoes to be in warm climates because…”

“That is not how volcanoes work…” Strickler groaned as he rolled his eyes.

“Anyway… there were a bunch of these cool things in there, they had hoarded so much… so I grabbed a bunch on my way out,” he shrugged his shoulders. “After cleaning the blood off I tried to figure out what the shit I actually got was. So… long story short… one of those things were a potion which turns a human temporarily into a troll.”

James let out a laugh, clearly proud of himself for what he had done, however Strickler stood there absolutely frozen.

“So… you turned Barbara…”

“Temporarily.”

“You turned Barbara temporarily into a troll…” Strickler said with disbelief, feeling a headache coming on.

“Yes,” James sounded rather proud of himself.

“So… you gave the woman who by now must have a burning wish to kill you the ability to do so?”

James stopped, opening his mouth slightly, before closing it again.

“I… I did not think of it that way…”

James scratched the side of his head. Strickler groaned.

“Why? Why did you turn Barbara into a troll?”

“To help YOU!”

Strickler’s eyes widened in shock. He had not expected this response.

“What…?”

“I mean… I figured that since she reacted to the whole changeling thing, she seeing it from our side…”

“YOU ABSOLUTE IMBESILE!” Strickler snarled towards him, James leaned back slightly, expecting that the smaller changeling to attack him.

After a couple of seconds of heavy breathing, Strickler lowered his head, looking at the ground.

“She… knew. About the changeling thing… she did not care about that. It was the lies… and everything else… too many things to list. But… me being a changeling was never one of them,” his voice was low and filled with regrets.

“Ah, so you had it coming,” James then said.

“Yes, I did,” Strickler let out a low growl.

“She is going to kill us!” James then said, but then jumped to his feet, nearly knocking the other off his feet.

“It may not be too late!” he then exclaimed. “I put the powder in her coffee, figuring that unless she had changed completely in a decade…”

“Then we have to get there right now!” Strickler was hardly had the time to grab his coat on the way out, James running after him.

  The car came up to the Lake residence just as the sun was rising on the horizon. As the two changelings got out of the car they realized… they did not really have much of a plan as in… they didn’t have one at all.

“So… what now?” James glanced over at his friend.

“Just… get in… and steal the coffee,” Strickler looked around. If Barbara or Jim caught them it would be a difficult one to talk themselves out of. Bad enough he was breaking in after being told in no uncertain terms by both of them to stay away, but to also break in with their estranged husband and father… at that point Strickler was certain that turning to stone would be a far kinder fate.

“Stealing Barbara’s coffee… I have done more dangerous things… I think…” James scratched the side of his head.

“Let us just hope she does not have the early shift, come on we-”

Strickler’s words were interrupted by an ear piercing shriek coming from the house.

“She had the early shift…” the words fell out of the smaller changeling’s mouth, with the larger changeling swallowing nervously.

“So… what now?” he asked with nervousness.

“She is going to kill you… and then she is going to kill me… and then she is going to kill you again,” Strickler was absolutely shocked, swallowing nervously. James simply nodded.

“Yeah… so… we run?” James asked glancing over at the other changeling. Strickler turned towards him.

“Run? Of course we bloody well run! Get your ass in the car!”

Neither was late about rushing to the car and sped off.

  Jim practically fell out of the bed in an hurry to run out of the room when he heard the scream of his mother.

“MOM?!” he pounded on the door.

“Jim… I…” he could hear her voice trembling. The door was locked, so he took a step back and put his shoulder at it, bursting in.

And there he saw… his mom… but very, very different… though in fact they looked a lot more than mother and son than last night as he was still stuck in his other form.

“Mom… you are a troll! What happened?!”

“I don’t know! I wake up like this! Why am I a troll?!” her hands were clutched at the sides of her head, holding the horns which grew from her forehead and curled back down to the back of her head.

Her stone skin had the color of a fiery orange going to a dark red towards a dark red towards her back and limbs. He could see black bony protrusions on the elbows and down the side of her arms. Her eyes were absolutely blazing, especially in her agitated state.

“Uh mom… do you have a tail?” he noticed how her pants were sitting a bit… odd.

“I think so…” Barbara simply whined.

“How did this happen?! I am not a changeling am I? You think I would have known by now?!” she tried to calm herself… but it wasn’t easy.

“I don’t know…” Jim was absolutely stumped. “Don’t you think Strickler would have… known?”

“I don’t know! I don’t know what we are going to do!” Barbara snarled as she hit the wall, the tile cracking. Jim stared, just as shocked. Nothing about being a trollhunter had ever prepared him for this.

“Uh… just… try to breathe-”

“I am breathing!” his mother interrupted.

“Just keep doing it. Then… you call into work, I’ll make some breakfast and… we will fix this. I promise…” he then said.

Barbara let out a long sigh.

“I am sorry honey I just…”

“Look, I know how suddenly turning into a troll can be rather… stressful. Just… take your time. I’ll get breakfast,” he wandered down the stairs.

Barbara stood there, putting her arms around her chest wondering what she was going to do now.

Down in the kitchen he noticed that his phone had a message. When he saw the sender a sneer came upon his face.

Strickler.

[gwenore]

The Trollslayer. Chapter 5.

Chapter 22: The trollhunter comes across the trollslayer. 

Synopsis: Barbara and Jim has cut Strickler out of  their lives after Jim tells his mother the truth about the Trollhunter and what Strickler has done. As trolls start turning up dead, a figure from both Barbara’s and Strickler’s past arrive in Arcadia.

Jim was walking up to his home after having patrolling. He was tired, just wanting to get into his bed and pass out completely.

However getting close he saw a very tall man climbing out of the window of his house! Jim instantly felt his heart skip a beat.

His mom! Had this man hurt his mom?!

Not thinking he ran over with his sword drawn, the changeling sword strapped to his side, having not wanted to leave his side.

“What are you doing here?!” he shouted towards him. The tall man stopped before letting out a chuckle, looking down at the small armored trollhunter.

“The trollhunter!” he exclaimed. “Man… you are tiny! I mean you are nothing more than a runt! Look… I would almost feel bad crushing you. Just give me my sword back.”

He held out his arm.

Jim had luckily enough wits to not reveal that this was his house. There was also something… familiar about this man.

“WHY WERE YOU BREAKING INTO THAT HOUSE? And your sword? YOU ARE THE TROLLSLAYER!” Jim exclaimed.

The big man seemed proud.

“The one and only,” the man boasted with a grin.

“You did not answer my question! What did you do in that house?!” Jim hated how filled with fear his voice was.

“Not that it is any of your business, trollhunter runt, I was doing a favor… for a friend. Now… give me my sword, or… well… I will have to take it from you. I can tell you that the first is a lot less painful,” the man’s eyes glowed from the hood.

“Never!” Jim growled back, his own eyes glowing from the helmet as he felt a rage he had never felt before, his heart beating quicker.

“Alright… you will not be the first trollhunter I have killed,” the man started to turn away, Jim raising his sword, but before he could the man’s leg shot out connecting with Jim’s chin. Everything went black as his head jerked back and he felt the ground seemingly vanish from under him.

The only thing which brought him sort of back to reality was when his back painfully connected to one of the boulders in his back yard.

His head was swimming, feeling like he was about to throw up and his vision was blurring. He saw the man… changeling… walk closer with a grin on his face as he bent over to pick up the changeling blade, tapping it at the bottom of Jim’s helmet.

“Letting your guard down? That is the last mistake you will ever make,” Jim heard him chuckle as he dangled his blade right over his neck.

“JIM!”

Jim recognized his mom’s voice. He wanted to warn her, to tell her to get away from this dangerous changeling.

However he blacked away.

“Your lucky day. See you around trollhunter,” he then turned his back and ran.

Seconds later Jim felt his mother kneel next to him, cradling his head.

“What happened to you?” she asked, removing the helmet, finding that he had changed to his changeling form. However… though woozy, his skull could take far greater hits in this form. Jim then pushed her away, throwing up. Barbara was patting his back.

“We should get you inside,” she helped him up. “You will feel better soon.”

Leading her son inside, she felt her heart clench in anger that someone would do this to her son.

Sitting him on the couch, she went to hand him something to drink. Sitting next to him, she looked at him. Letting him drink she waited a bit as she fidgeted her hands.

“Who did this?!” she could not keep it in any more.

“A changeling… a very big changeling…” he muttered, his armor dissipated as his head was starting to clear.

Barbara swallowed.

“Do you know who he was…?” she stroked over his hair and horns gently.

“I… I don’t, but he was… familiar… somehow. I may have seen him before… somewhere,” he muttered, rubbing his head. His eyes then widened as he looked at his hand.

“I changed!” he then exclaimed.

“Well… looks like you have a thicker skull like this. You are fine,” Barbara tried to assure her son gently.

“I haven’t changed without Strickler here to get me back to human form! I still do not know how to do it!” he stood up, feeling a bit faint, so he had to sit himself down again, his mom steadying him.

“Hey, you will get it,” she whispered softly. “And… don’t you know any other changeling that can… help?”

Jim was quick to shake his head. Sure… Not!Enrique was hanging around in Trollmarket, but he did not have a human form anymore… also letting the little asshole know that he was a half changeling. No fucking way.

And Nomura… no. Just no.

Trusting any changeling with the information that the human trollhunter had changeling blood… that was not something he could do.

“Well… you will have to stay home from school tomorrow, best you get to bed… you need it,” she kissed his forehead gently.

“Thank you mom,” he whispered softly, standing up and walked towards the stair case, leaving his mother staring worriedly after him.

In his room he collapsed on the bed, face down.

He had lost the changeling blade… he had been careless and almost gotten killed.

He would have to find him… find the Trollslayer… and make certain that he would never hurt someone again.

  Strickler woke up as James sat down right next to him. Rubbing his face he yawned. It was now five in the morning. Groaning he rubbed his face as he sat himself up.

“… so… where did you go…?” he yawned.

“Just to fix a couple of things. Ran across the trollhunter, got my blade back, but that was a while ago,” James held up his blade with a proud look on his face.

Strickler felt the chill of absolute dread go down his back.

“Did you… kill him?” for all the things James was… Trollslayer was a name he had well earned.

“No… I was about too, but Barbara came out and I was almost caught, so…” James shrugged.

“Oh thank the heavens!” Strickler exclaimed.

“What do you care about the trollhunter? I mean, he is an utter little runt! Looked like a kid!” James was utterly confused.

“He is a kid, what more… it is YOUR KID!” Strickler grabbed the bigger changeling by his shirt, ready to strangle the life out of him.

“Wait… what?”

“Jim is the trollhunter!” Strickler growled.

“Jim is the…” James froze when he finally realized what Strickler was saying, his eyes widening.

“I kicked the crap out of my kid!”

Strickler sighed, letting go as James sat there absolutely shocked running his hand through his hair.

“Barbara is going to KILL me if she finds out!”

“The list why Barbara would want to kill you is a mile long at this point and you deserve every bit of it,” Strickler stood up to make himself some coffee.

As he stood there he furrowed his brows, finally able to think as the panic was settling down. As the coffee was boiling he wandered back out, James still coming to grips with the fact that he had almost killed his own son.

“Why WERE you at the Lake residence?” he then asked. James looked up at him.

“Hm?”

“Why WERE you at Barbara’s?”

A grin then came upon the bigger changelings lips.

“Oh, I took care of everything. Do not worry.”

Never before had Strickler heard such dreadful and terrifying words.

“What did you do?”

“You are going to love it.”

“WHAT. DID. YOU. DO?!”

[gwenore]

The Trollslayer. Chapter 4.

Chapter 21: Strickler and James have a drink.

Synopsis: Barbara and Jim has cut Strickler out of  their lives after Jim tells his mother the truth about the Trollhunter and what Strickler has done. As trolls start turning up dead, a figure from both Barbara’s and Strickler’s past arrive in Arcadia.

Silence fell between the two changelings, before Strickler looked up at James.

“Why DID you come to Arcadia?”

James simply shrugged.

“Wanted to see an old friend. Besides… we are in the same situation now… you have no one… I have no one… I mean… why not go back to what we once had? Wasn’t too awful was it?”

“No… perhaps it wasn’t…”

“Besides… it is rough out there alone, I mean… even changelings need someone to watch their back,” James continued.

“Seems you did well on your own,” Strickler rubbed the bridge of his nose.

“Doesn’t mean it didn’t suck,” James answered as he let out a sigh. Strickler moved his head slightly.

“Well… I can imagine that,” he let out a sigh. “So… what are your plans then?”

“Right now, getting drunk. I mean, with you being the top lap dog of the Janus order you must have money stored away. You always were good about that,” James hinted.

“You are awful…” Strickler paused a bit. “But… that does sound awfully tempting. You know how to get it right? I should not really be showing my face around here… would cause more than one problem I fear.”

James grinned. “Oh, there is not a place on earth where I can’t find booze.”

“Please do not break someone’s face this time,” Strickler groaned as he handed him the money.

“I make no promises.”

 Strickler thought it an utter miracle that the big idiot had not gotten himself arrested… this of course did not mean that he hadn’t committed a crime of course… simply that he hadn’t been arrested. Nothing more, nothing less.

What he had gotten back with was such a haul that even the large changeling had trouble carrying it.

“Told you I’d get it!” he said as he walked inside, putting it on the table, which groaned due to the weight.

“Yes… uh… should we worry about… you know, blue and red flashing lights?”

“Oh, will you quit worrying for once,” James rolling his eyes.

“I will… once you quit being an idiot,” Strickler bit back as he went through what James had brought.

“So… we are at a standstill then,” James chuckled.

“The same standstill which we have been at since we met,” Strickler simply grabbed one of the flasks. “Still… how about we just get drunk.”

“Oh… I never thought you’d be the first to suggest that, but I am not going to complain,”

With that both of them bit of the caps of their respective bottles, clanking them together before drinking down.

 He never could really handle his drink, James thought as he watched his friend collapsed on the couch, staring at the ceiling as he held his head with one hand and clutching the bottle with his other.

“You alright?” he chuckled gently, finding it greatly amusing.

“No…” the smaller changeling groaned.

“Just try not to throw up on the couch,” James shrugged.

“It is not that…” Strickler moved to take another drink, but his long limbs didn’t quite work yet, so it took some maneuvering to get it to his lips.

“Then what?”

“I just… I just I think I loved her. No… I really did love her… I did. I REALLY did,” the changeling’s words were slurring.

“Barbara?” James asked.

“I really did! And… she is so… wonderful… so strong. I just… I just want to be with her again… to see her again… but she now knows I am a monster… so now I cannot see her again. She doesn’t want anything more to do with me…”

James sighed slightly, having never seen his friend in such a state.

“Just because you revealed yourself to be a changeling… I mean… I figured Barbara would need some time to get over it. I mean… all humans would I suppose, but Barbara…”

Feeling something slump against his arm he saw the smaller changeling passed out against him. James sighed as he took the bottle from him and placed it on the table.

“Yeah, you have had enough…” he muttered. James himself was certainly feeling it too… but it took far longer for him to get drunk.

He then glanced over at his bag. He had picked up so many different things on his travels. Perhaps… perhaps if Barbara could see things from their point of view…

James stood himself up, making sure his friend was comfortable on the couch, patting his head gently.

“Do not worry, Walter,” he assured him. “I have an idea. You just leave everything to me. I have your back.”

The other changeling just let out a slight mumbling as he turned slightly to continue his slumber. James then moved over to his bag, rummaging through it until he found a crystal which laid buried deep within his bag.

“Yeah… she will see things from our side very soon.”