Lost Souls Summary: Merlin awakens early from his sleep. He decides that he doesn’t want to leaving anything to chance and kidnaps the young James Lake Jr. to began training his Trollhunter as early as possible.
Barbara is determined to hunt down the man who kidnapped her son. In her efforts to get her son back she finds a strange old radio that speaks to her in a woman’s voice. The radio leads her to an underground society of shapeshifters.
Mother and son meet again years later as strangers on opposing sides.
AO3 - Fanfiction
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“Rage - Goddess, sing the rage of Peleus' son Achilles, murderous, doomed, that cost the Achaeans countless losses, hurling down to the House of Death so many sturdy souls, great fighters' souls, but made their bodies carrion, feasts for the dogs and birds, and the will of Zeus was moving toward its end. Begin, Muse, when the two first broke and clashed, Agamemnon lord of men and brilliant Achilles.”
― Homer, The Iliad
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It was early in the morning. Outside the sun would be turning the buildings blood red but the light of day never made it into this dark corner of the museum.
Six Years.
Barbara watched as Walt worked on piecing the Killahead Bridge together. The only noise was the soft crunching of stone and the occasional whoosh of the building’s air vents.
Six Years.
Her fingers twitched. The pendant containing her armor weighed heavy against her chest. She only had to will it and her sword would be at her side.
A goblin entered the room. It wove a lazy path across the floor. When it got close to her it paused, sniffing the air. Its ears lowered and it made a soft clicking noise before giving her a wide berth on its journey to the other side.
Barbara's eyes returned to the bridge. She ran her hand over the necklace’s chain.
Six years... That was how long it was since Jim had been taken. Half his life. He would be turning Twelve today. He should be in middle school now. She should be embarrassing him with dating advice and trying to help with math. Not...
Barbara gritted her teeth. Her hand clenched tight around the yellow crystal sending a spike of pain up her arm.
Six years and what did she have to show for it? Her slipping morals? The fact she was becoming as good at harming as she had been at healing? Humanity’s slow path toward annihilation?
There was chattering and Barbara glanced over to see five goblins carrying a rough wooden crate in. It was covered with a variety of labels and stamps that suggested it came from one of the more tropical regions.
The goblins deposited it abruptly by Walt. One of them climbed on top of the box and pointed aggressively at him, launching into a tirade that had the changeling rolling his eyes.
“Look,” Walt said, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I understand that you don’t like saltwater, but we need…”
A metallic clang resounded through the museum. All their heads shot up and swiveled toward it.
Barbara didn’t see anything but she shifted her weight onto the balls of her feet. Magic thrummed through her, raising the hairs on the back of her neck.
Walt gave a sharp signal to the leader of the goblins. The small froglike creature skittered forward on its toes. Its companions followed, creeping up the walls and behind the exhibits.
For a moment there was silence. Walt and Barbara stared in the direction the goblins had gone. Barbara’s stomach clenched slightly and her pulse picked up. She hoped that it was just another goblin messing around, or perhaps Nomura had dropped something. She didn’t want to have to deal with a human stumbling upon their operation. Not again. But if it was an enemy…
There was a roar followed by a series of thuds, hisses, and clangs. With a flash of yellow, Barbara donned her armor, preparing to follow the goblins. That proved to be unnecessary. A goblin came hurtling past them followed closely by the silver armored troll fending off the rest of the swarm.
Barbara drew her sword and dagger.
Kanjigar moved with terrible efficiency, his sword vaporizing goblins left and right. Barbara hung back watching and waiting. How had he found them? To her right she saw Walt edging toward the bridge. It was currently half covered by a white canvas sheet.
A thought flickered through Barbara’s mind, stirring up a flicker of hope in the dark depths of Barbara’s mind. Maybe Kanjigar would see the bridge. Maybe he would put an end to this madness. Barbara didn’t want the end of the world after all, just the end of Merlin.
If Kanjigar saw the bridge… maybe stole a piece or two… that would be one less thing for her to worry about. One less thing on her conscience.
Then Kanjigar turned and saw Barbara. A frown crossed his face and his nostrils flared. If he…
The Trollhunter cocked his head and opened his mouth. She couldn’t let him speak. Barbara lunged forward and drove her blade towards his throat. Kanjigar quickly brought up Daylight and deflected it. She followed up with a dagger toward the ribs. The small blade didn’t look like much, but it had an enchantment for cutting stone on it.
Kanjigar moved to the side and swiped his sword at hers. If it made contact, the force would surely disarm her. Barbara jumped back. She could hear the air whistle around the blade as it passed by.
Their swords briefly met as Barbara deflected the next blow.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw Walt pull the canvas over the bridge.
“Who are you?” The Trollhunter demanded.
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Kanjigar fell back slightly waiting for an answer. There was a pause and the armor clad… human? Or perhaps changeling… surveyed him through their yellow visor.
“Nemesis,” They said finally. “You may call me Nemesis, Trollhunter.”
They spun their blades and circled, steps careful and deliberate.
Kanjigar could tell by their scent they were the sorcerer who helped him at the canal. He frowned.
Off to the side he saw the other human… or changeling… shifting warily by the canvas covered bridge.
Right. That was the more important thing. He had only gotten a brief look, but the Killahead Bridge was distinctive. He had to do something.
“Who do you serve?” He asked Nemesis.
Perhaps that would be the key to all this.
“You don’t need to know that.” Their voice was sharp. They followed up the statement with a series of blows that Kanjigar either blocked or dodged.
So they did serve someone. That was a good start.
Someone who was interested in rebuilding the Killahead Bridge. It was odd that they would be working on that but help Kanjigar kill Bular. Now that he thought about it, they had started in on him to prevent him from talking. Perhaps they weren’t loyal. It sounded like he touched a nerve when he asked who they worked for.
He could work with that.
Best to kill two cats with one stone.
Swiftly Kanjigar released his sword, allowing it to disappear, and lunged forward. He rolled letting his momentum take him to where the bridge lay covered. The man who had been standing between him and the bridge threw himself out of the way, transforming into a green troll as he did so. Kanjigar slammed into bridge hard, dislodging the cloth and loosening several of the more precarious stones. He scooped one of those up, shielding his face from a barrage of knives from the apparent changeling.
He made eye contact with Nemesis, or he thought he did. -Their visor was facing him.- He turned so that the green changeling couldn’t see his face and mouthed “I wish to talk, Sorcerer” before bolting for the door with his prize. If he was right, they would follow him and make sure that their fellow didn’t.
Kanjigar ran with ease through the wakening streets of Arcadia, choosing back alleys and side streets to avoid the humans who were just starting to move about. The sky was now a light blue but thanks to the Daystone he suffered no harm.
Soon one of the city’s many forests appeared before him. Kanjigar entered the comforting shade and paused to check behind him. Yes. The sorcerer was still following. He turned and began running again. Soon they were deep in the forest, well away from prying eyes. Kanjigar stopped in a small clearing. Humans were agile so he didn’t want to fight them in the thick of the trees.
Nemesis emerged from the tree line and stopped when they saw him standing there.
They stood for a moment sizing each other up.
“I recognize you,” he said and then paused.
They didn’t attack him, so he decided they must have figured out a way to keep their comrade from following them. Good. He could speak freely then.
“If it wasn’t for your intervention I couldn’t have killed Bular. Thank-you.”
They were silent. They made no acknowledgement of his words, but they also didn’t move to attack.
“If you are dissatisfied with who you are working for I could help you.”
Perhaps if he had another sorcerer on his side he could gain enough swing to get Jim into a better situation. Maybe he could even acquire some form of glamour for the boy so he could mingle with humans if he desired.
“And how do you propose that,” Nemesis said coldly. “You have no idea of my circumstances.”
They spun their blades once and began to circle.
Kanjigar considered that. He didn’t summon Daylight yet, opting instead to turn to keep his opponent in sight.
From the sound of it they had no intention of telling him who they worked for. Still…
“I know Merlin,” He offered. “Whoever you serve… He should be a match for them. If you’d like I could…”
Nemesis was upon him in a flash. He was unprepared for the sudden violence of their assault. Countless stinging cuts were scored across his hide. Finally he managed to grab one of their arms and fling them back. Buying enough space to summon Daylight.
His opponent rolled and came up facing him, dagger in one hand.
“I will never work with Merlin,” Nemesis snarled. “That bastard took my son.”
“He what?” Kanjigar asked.
What were they talking about? Why would Merlin…
Kanjigar took a step back and nearly fell over when his leg didn’t respond right. He looked down and found it had turned to stone. How?...
There.
A thin blade protruded out of the armor behind his knee. He caught the faint glow of green from it: Creeper’s Sun. Now that he noticed it he could feel stiffness spreading from other wounds as well…
Nemesis drew their sword and came close again, moving low and fast.
No!
He couldn’t die here. If he did Jim would become Trollhunter… Jim who was only twelve, a mere child by the reckoning of both his species.
A fierce protective rage welled in his core lending strength to his stiffening limbs.
Kanjigar roared and lashed out at the armored being. His blow connected and they were sent flying through the air. They hit a tree with a harsh clang and fell to the ground, armor dented.
He gritted his teeth and reached back to grasp the handle of the knife. It came out with a grating sound. He eyed the loathsome thing and then flung it away as hard as he could.
Kanjigar clenched his teeth against the pain as he dropped to all fours and started running.
He didn’t want to risk bringing this foe anywhere near Jim but it was his only chance. Merlin might be able to reverse the creeper’s sun… and there was the confusion ward. Merlin once told him it would keep anyone without permission from getting close to the cave.
He desperately hoped it would work.
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Barbara watched as her foe continued to crawl forward. Both of his legs were deadweight now and one arm only half worked. His breathing was becoming labored as the petrification slowly claimed his torso. She was tempted to leave him -to see where he was going- but she was getting flickering feelings of other magic. There was most likely a barrier in this area. She could not risk losing him.
She dropped out of her tree and drew her dao. The Trollhunter must have heard her coming. He twisted awkwardly and caught sight of her.
His face was drawn and eyes narrowed with pain but he braced himself and let out a low warning snarl.
Barbara halted, considering her options. Her ribs ached in such a way that she had no doubt they were bruised. One might even be cracked. She could not take another blow like the last one so she could not risk getting close just yet.
She spun her dao around once and sheathed it, then reached into her left pouch and pulled out a vial of her blood. She opened it and murmured softly, activating the spell. Dark blue runes flickered in the air and then entered the blood turning it from red to black. She recapped the vial and then tossed it at the troll.
It exploded and the blood turned into vicious crackling blue chains that wrapped around his bulky form, pinning him to the ground.
The Trollhunter’s eyes widened and he struggled, in the process losing his second leg. Satisfied that he was secured Barbara began to approach.
“Wait!” Kanjigar sought her gaze, ears pinned back. “Please release me. I will swear on my honor not to tell of your involvement in Bular’s death.”
Barbara paused. This was completely out of character for him. She’d watched all the videos of his fights with Bular and other trolls that the Janus Order had to offer. Not once had she seen him try to back down from a fight… no matter how desperate.
He was too proud to accept defeat, let alone plead for his life.
She wasn’t sure what to make of this.
“Why should I let you live?”
I was too big a risk. Who knew if he would keep his word? In fact he’d probably already told someone else by now.
“There… there is someone who needs me,” Kanjigar said. “If I die he will be alone and my burden will fall on his shoulders… so, please, let me live.”
Kanjigar stopped struggling against the chains and lifted his head to bare his throat.
Barbara hesitated.
Thoughts of Jim staring up at her when she had first held him flickered through her mind. The look in Kanjigar’s eyes reminded her of how she had felt. That knowledge that suddenly this child was worth more to her than the whole world…
A chill spread through her veins.
But then he’d been taken away… By the very wizard this troll glorified every time he donned the armor.
Her breathing sped up to just shy of hyperventilating.
And now she would never see her son again.
Tears stung in her eyes. The hatred surged back to the surface and coursed through her hot and blinding. Barbara bared her teeth behind the visor. She took all the rage and anger and sorrow and vile toxic fear that had been simmering in her and drove her sword into the troll’s chest with a scream.
And for a moment… just one second she felt free.
Then Kanjigar crumbled to stone.
The Amulet rolled out of the pile of rock. Barbara stared at it. Numbly, she sheathed her weapon and leaned forward to grab it.
The moment her fingers touched the warm metal there was a blinding flash of light and a vicious surge of electricity leapt from the blue stone to her fingers. Her hand spasmed and she jerked back with a curse. When she finally managed to blink the bright spots out of her eyes the amulet was gone.
Of course it was.
She took a breath and forced herself to let it go.
Kanjigar’s blank stone eyes stared at her accusingly.
“Please…” His voice echoed in her head.
Had he been talking about Draal? Barbara frowned. That didn’t seem right so who had…
She banished the thought.
She was done. Done torturing herself with hope. Done trying to bring good out of this mess. She only made things worse when she tried. She needed to accept that Jim was gone. That the only thing left for her was her revenge.
Barbara took a breath and reached for the rage in her chest. She accepted it as she had done so long ago when she first sought out Morgana. She embraced it and felt her magic simmer in response; copper in her mouth and lightning in her bones.
Her hand came to rest on the sword at her side.
If she was doomed to cause destruction then Nemesis would be the one to herald Merlin’s downfall. She would destroy everything he worked for. She would take the pain he had inflicted upon her and return it a hundred-fold.
In the meantime….
She turned her gaze back to Kanjigar… to the Trollhunter’s remains.
Gunmar would be pleased to hear that his son was avenged, but proof would be necessary. Nemesis redrew her dao and quickly got to work.
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There was a blinding flash of blue light. Snip to lept off Jim’s lap with a startled yowl, her brown and white fur fluffed up.
Jim blinked the bright spots out of his vision before looking around for the source of the disturbance.
He froze.
“No…”
The air left Jim’s lungs and his hands shook. For a moment he could hear nothing but the roaring of his blood in his ears, then…
The amulet spoke in Kanjigar’s voice.
“James Lake.”
Jim collapsed to his knees.
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“And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”
~Dylan Thomas, “Do not go gentle into that good night”
Lost Souls Summary: Merlin awakens early from his sleep. He decides that he doesn’t want to leaving anything to chance and kidnaps the young James Lake Jr. to began training his Trollhunter as early as possible.
Barbara is determined to hunt down the man who kidnapped her son. In her efforts to get her son back she finds a strange old radio that speaks to her in a woman’s voice. The radio leads her to an underground society of shapeshifters.
Mother and son meet again years later as strangers on opposing sides.
AO3 - Fanfiction
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The callouses on Barbara’s fingertips rasped against the rough wall of the canal as she used her hand to steady her descent. When she reached the bottom she crouched down and she surveyed her surroundings, squinting against the glare and heat radiating off the concrete.
This would be guesswork more than anything.
“Third time’s the charm,” She said to the open air.
She reached into her satchel and withdrew a hard black case. When she opened it the light glowed red through the thick liquid inside crystal vials. She held back against the urge to rub the bandage in the crook of her arm. It would be easier to control the spell, she reminded herself. It wasn’t going to be a habit.
Barbara extracted one vial and a brush then returned the case. Next was the thin roll of parchment containing the spell circle.
She paused and scanned her surroundings. A few cars passed by on the bridge but they wouldn’t be able to see her. Still, better safe than sorry. The last thing she needed was the police trying to fine her for defacing public property.
She snorted at the headline that appeared in her head: “Ex-doctor caught creating graffiti canal with blood. More on page A2.”
Of course since she wasn’t creating any lasting marks they’d probably be more concerned about her mental state. She shook her head and returned her attention to the task at hand.
Carefully she began to copy the circle of runes from the paper onto the ground. She finished after about a half-hour and then moved on to another spot and then another.
Finally she stood up and knuckled her back with a grimace. She was definitely going to take some ibuprofen tonight. She looked up and saw that the sun was drawing near the horizon.
Good. There was still time for a little rest before she had to come back.
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The Arcadian night air was warm causing sweat to trickle down her neck. Barbara shifted uncomfortably, her armor clanking faintly with her movements. She smoothed the ruff of crow feathers down and readjusted the chain mail around her neck. If everything went well she wouldn’t need it. If things didn’t go well…
She shook her head and refocused her eyes on the dry canal before her. It was dark and nearly impossible for her to see anything. The visor on her helmet corrected her nearsightedness but nothing else. She would have to see about changing that. She spent far too much time running around in the dark these days. For the time being she whispered an incantation and channeled her magic to her eyes. Immediately things seemed brighter. Not daylight bright but everything was visible now. A faint blue glow reflected off the inside of her visor.
Below, on the floor of the canal, the dark bulky form of Bular was pacing back and forth under the bridge. There was a faint light on the horizon so he wouldn’t be waiting much longer.
A flash of silver drew her eyes to the other side of the canal. She turned her head just in time to see the silver clad Trollhunter slide easily down the side of the canal. Barbara’s fist clenched at the sight of the amulet. She took a breath and forced herself to relax it. It was not the time.
Barbara glanced back toward Bular and found him gone. A quick scan of the dark shadows under the bridge revealed that he was lurking on top of one of the girders.
The Trollhunter made his way toward the bridge and the hidden entrance to Trollmarket. As soon as he was under the bridge Bular let out a roar. He hurtled violently off his perch toward the troll beneath him. Kanjigar jumped back and let out a challenging snarl of his own, Daylight materializing with a flash of blue. He wasted no time in charging his opponent.
Barbara watched, barely blinking. Her nerves and chest tingled as if her skin was crawling with a thousand tiny ants, sparks of storm blue began to dance around her fingertips. She sent out the magic as nearly invisible tendrils.
Her fingers twitched when she felt one of her traps get touched but restrained herself as it was Kanjigar.
He danced out of the way of one of Bular’s swords, leaving the glorified butcher’s knife to carve a furrow in the concrete.
Barbara felt the beginnings of a headache. This was going to be annoying to clean up. As usual. It was really a wonder that the Janus Order didn’t have to disappear more people than it did with how bad non-changeling trolls were at hiding themselves.
Another tingle raced up her nerves. Bular had stepped on one of her traps this time. Barbara twitched watching as Bular struck blow after blow upon Kanjigar. Sparks flying as he swung his twin swords in a strange sort of rhythm. Barbara suppressed a growl of frustration as he ceased contact with the trap.
There were another two triggers from Kanjigar and five from Bular when…
Kanjigar began raining powerful two-handed blows down on Bular driving him back… Back towards one of Barbara’s traps! Barbara tensed like a viper. Kanjigar brought his sword down on Bular’s driving them into the ground. Magic gathered thick around Barbara’s fingers and…
Bular stepped on the trap just as Kanjigar put all his strength into a particularly powerful stoke.
Barbara’s fingers curled and a whispered word left her lips. Bular tried to dodge but the spell held his foot fast. His eyes widened. He was unprepared when blow fell. Daylight made contact with his skull squarely in the center. There was a blinding flash of blue light and when she could see again two halves of a statue were hitting the ground.
Kanjigar stared in shock at his fallen foe.
Barbara let a small, shaky smile of victory grace her lips. She may have, for all intents and purposes, sold her soul to the devil but at least she could make the town just a little safer.
Good intentions aside, Bular was a huge black hole for the Janus Order’s funds with how much time they spend cleaning up after him and covering up his existence. Eliminating him really was for the good of the Order.
Not that she was ever going to tell anyone that. No, as far as anyone would ever know, Bular was slain by the Trollhunter.
With a satisfied nod, she moved away from the edge of the canal and ready to return to her own personal hell.
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Kanjigar shook himself out of his stupor and began looking around. Something wasn’t right. Movement at the top of the canal caught his attention.
He snorted and tapped his amulet. With a flicker of white light his armor stopped clinking. He dismissed his sword crept silently up the side of the canal. At the top of the bank he found a depression in the foliage. He leaned forward and inhaled.
Human. It was a fresh scent too.
Whoever it was they had likely been watching him and Bular fight. There was a clanking sound. Kanjigar’s head shot up and Daylight materialized in his hand. He took a step forward, but stopped short as a beam of sunlight materialized in front of him.
A growl of frustration slipped from behind his fangs. Keeping his eyes in the direction he had heard the sound, he leaned down an inhaled the smell again, committing it to memory before retreated back into the canal.
Once at the bottom he made his way to Bular’s remains. He paused for a moment in front of them. He pressed his fist to his chest and dipped his head slightly before moving forward. Taking care to disturb the remains as little as possible he began investigating the ground under and around them.
At first he found nothing. Then…
Kanjigar’s nostril’s flared and he leaned forward smelling again. Yes… It was faint but… -He sniffed- He could smell the same human scent he had picked up at the top of the canal.
There was no way that was a coincidence.
Kanjigar gingerly dropped to all fours and began to track the smell. Honestly he would rather call for Aaarrrgghh to do it for him as the Krubera had a far better sense of smell than he did but day was soon and whoever did this might try to remove any of their traces. That aside it was dangerous to involve others in his job.
Eventually he found another spot where the smell was stronger again. He shifted back onto his haunches and ran his hand across the concrete brushing aside the dirt and leaves.
There was a faint tingle against his fingertips.
It was as he expected.
It was faint and its brown color made it hard to seem but there was a small magic circle inscribed on the ground before him. He mentally commanded his armor to open a small hole so he could reach his pouch. He fished around for a moment before finding a familiar shape. He pulled out the yellow crystal and held it before him. A pulse of magic traveled down his arm from the amulet activating it to record the magic circle before him.
He tucked it away and glanced back at the top of the canal. He didn’t see anything but the sunlight was starting to creep down the sides so he made his way back to the bridge.
It was time to go home. Hopefully Blinky or Vendal could shed some light on its purpose.
He paused for a moment and then snorted. Scratch that. He wasn’t asking Blinky. The Conundrum was a dear friend but he would draw some sort of crazy conspiracy out of this.
No. It was better to show it to the level headed elder of Trollmarket. If he didn’t know what it was he would see if Merlin did. The wizard would probably just give him some sort of vague comment as an answer so he wasn’t too keen on it.
Yes… Vendal really was the best choice.
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Barabara stepped slowly out from behind the tree she was using as cover. Her heart was beating rapidly as she watched the Trollhunter disappear under the bridge.
This was bad. This was really bad. If Kanjigar started investigating and the changelings noticed, they might find out about her involvement in Bular’s death. If the Janus Order… If Gunmar found out…
Her fists shook as she clenched them. She couldn’t let that happen.
She had to stop him. Whatever it took.
But how could she stop the Trollhunter?
Barbara started pacing. Her blood roared in her ears. She rested her hand the pommel of her dao, twining her fingers in the black silk adorning it.
She was quickly becoming more and more skilled at swordplay but he had centuries on her, not to mention his size, strength, and durability…
She raised her hand from her dao and ran in along the sheath hidden on the underside of her forearm. She found herself thinking again of the glass vials in her bag.
That could certainly work…
Barbara’s stomach clenched and bile rose in her throat.
Even if she didn’t like the Trollhunter, he did keep the town safe. He protected humans despite the fact trolls tended not to like them. Getting Bular killed was one thing, but Kanjigar hadn’t done her any harm. He was basically just a glorified sheriff.
The morning light finally made it to the bottom of the canal illuminating Bular’s remains.
If Kanjigar revealed that someone else was involve in Bular’s death. If the Order…
Barbara’s pacing sped up. Her armor clanked with every movement. It was unbearably hot.
She thought of the amulet on his chest. The amulet made by Merlin from the hand of his apprentice. A very powerful apprentice who wanted it back. Who would be pleased with whoever brought it to her. So pleased she might be willing to offer a reward…
Barbara paused looking down at the entrance of Trollmarket.
The Janus Order was going to kill Kanjigar eventually anyway. It was only a matter of time. Especially now that they didn’t need him to entertain Bular. If she did this she would gain more power too. More power meant she had more resources at her disposal. More resources meant higher chances of finding Merlin.
Barbara inhaled through her nose and the roughly exhaled. In. Out. In. Out.
The Trollhunter was Merlin’s Champion anyway, just as she was now Morgana’s. They were doomed to clash. Morgana would see to it and if that was the case…
Well…
What was one more sacrifice? She might as well get something out of it.
Barbara nodded to herself. If facing the Trollhunter was in her future she needed to prepare.
“Everyone and everything is a tool to get what I want,” She murmured quietly.
And she wanted Jim back.
She twined her fingers together to stop her hands from shaking as she began to make her way to the Janus Travel Agency.
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Author Notes:
Barbara has spent enough time with changelings at this point that she's beginning to internalize their beliefs. Not really a good thing.
I'm trying to flesh out my descriptions a bit and do more show than tell. Please let me know how I did!
Barbara’s armor is stored in a pocket dimension when she’s not using it. It is summoned/unsummoned using the yellow crystal on her pendent (Located on the breastplate of the armor when it is active). She can summon only parts of the armor instead of the whole set if she chooses.
The spikes on her helmet and the back of her armor are very sharp to deter trolls from grabbing her.
The visor on the helmet can substitute for her glasses. It also has vision enchantments that allows her to see in the dark (It must be recharged periodically or it will require Barbara’s own energy to run the spell).
Barbara’s armor is magically strengthened against damage, but it doesn’t have anywhere near the powerful protection enchantments that Daylight does and has to be repaired if damaged.
The name Nemesis comes from the Greek goddess. Barbara uses that as her Alias when fighting. It’s something of a threat/warning toward Merlin.
