Romans & histoires Homestuck Trolls Ancestors

I ask softly. “It's a long story.” She mumbles, fluttering to sit beside me on the bench. “Pixies and trolls don't come from this realm.” She begins “We come from Kaelthorn….” Kaelthorn…. Isn't that the faery realm? Then how did the trolls get here? I voice my confusion to her. “When the mountains rose,” she explains “The gods needed a way to stop the East and West from crossing and continuing the war. They needed guardians. So, they sought out the trolls,”

"Plus my family thought it would be within my best interest to start trading amongst your kind, vampires." "Your family?" I asked and got to my feet. "Who is your family?" I walked over to him and stood in front of him. He brought his knees to his chest. "I was adopted by a tribe of trolls," he mumbled. I frowned a little then. "Adopted?" He wasn't raised by humans then.... He's been in the supernatural world this entire time, never knowing the security of a human home. I leaned down and then touched his cheek, examining him. "Still, it was wrong to get into the black market kind of trading," I told him firmly. "You're in trouble because of this."

“Yes. No. Sort of. Technically they’re not my ancestors because I was adopted, and they don’t actually speak because most ghosts don’t, but. Yes. Everyone and everything at Blackmarsh agrees that once you’re family, you’re family, even if you weren’t born that way.” “That’s… wow.” he shakes his head slowly, voice tinged with something that’s too full of wistfulness to be jealousy. “That’s good. I’m glad. Uh, I mean. There’s a lot of stuff humans don’t know, and finding out about it can make them go crazy, but you already know stuff so you won’t go crazy learning more.”

“For some reason, her name was kept silent even among the family, but I heard whispers that her name was Evangelista.” “How much do you know about Elfin World,” my grandfather asked. “Zero,” Kenton replied. “Then, I’m going to tell you that your grandmother was of a royal family that fled for their lives during the siege of Elfin World by the trolls.” I both gasped and chuckled at the mention of trolls, but I was the only one who did. I hoped that they excused me for it. I was still trying to absorb the fact that the mythical stories that I grew up with were based on real creatures; me being one of them.

The puppet doll laughed, "Master, we've known each other for so many years, you should be clear about my way of doing things. I really hate it when some people interfere with my resurrection, just like you hate it when some people interfere with your ascension to immortality." "Our goals were always aligned." The puppet doll's eyes were very deep. "The temple incident was also because the Cromwell family meddled too much! It seems that the mole you chose is totally unreliable. There was a disturbance in the Cromwell family's ancestral hall, and he didn't know anything about it." "You can always find a new ally if the current one is unreliable." The old man shook his head, his dark eyes shift

I asked her. "Well, you see, I come from a lineage of demigods. Many years ago, our ancestors were sent down to restore peace to the Earth because there was a big war going on. The Wolves thought that they were superior beings to the vampires and that they were the ones who should be in charge. The vampires did not think so, and so a war broke out. A war that affected both sides. My ancestor's job was to put an end to this war and to make sure that it never happened again. They were supposed to restore peace in the world, and they did that. The war stopped for a long time, and people started to forget about it. They did not pass on the story because no one wanted to receive the gory details

“Everything, Esther. What’s going on, and don’t fuck around with me.” There were two things going on, as she told me succinctly. First, a quartet of trolls had come down from the hills to the northwest and were ripping the shit out of a suburb on the edge of Lancaster. Most of Fenwick’s people were headed there now. And just because the universe apparently fucking hated us, the asshole I’d killed had friends, and they were pissed about his death. They’d come to Lancaster looking for me, and they’d hoped to ambush me somewhere I wouldn’t necessarily have any backup.

The seer fired back making everyone laugh. “Trolls are not violent dear seer, they are the same as your kind, they are not violent, but it doesn’t mean that there won’t be any rotten potatoes in a sack. Like you.” The troll elder fired back as well but before the seer could say anything else Tia chanted a spell and sealed his mouth. “You should have done that a long time ago.” The troll elder said to Tia.

Chris snapped his fingers and the fruit platter that was sitting on the tea table rose by itself and landed before the trio. “WHHHAAAA----” “There is nothing that is impossible.” Chris shrugged as he waved his hand and the plate returned to its original position. For a long moment, none of the adults spoke... even Eric didn’t have anything to say for once. Everything they thought they knew about the world had just been overturned. Everett opened his mouth, closed it, then opened it again. “I knew that basement room wasn't normal.” “Our ancestor… the very first who established the Walter family as we know it today was a very powerful cultivator, but he didn’t follow the path cultivators norma

-body stretch and with a single powerful beat of his wings the gigantic man was standing in front of the small orange girl, “ Destiny I need you to look me in the eyes right now, so I know you are listening, and you know I am not lying,” Murdok waited a full thirty seconds before he growled at the defiant young troll and with an annoyed huff Destiny leaned back on her hands and looked up into her adopted brother’s eyes. “I recognize that you call me big brother all the time Des, but I want you to know that I have always thought of you as my daughter, you are the child I will never have, and I am the father who does not deserve your love.” Murdok took one large hand and placed it on the top o