trollhunters · magic user · loyal · protective · guitar staff · young adult · grief · heroic · sorcerer · animated series
The room was thick with despair. “There has to be something!” He roared as Jim restrained him. Claire and Jim had brought bad news; nothing. “Get some rest,” Jim pleaded. Douxie sighed, rubbing his face as they vanished through a portal. Sleep was impossible, but a strange melody pulled him under. His last fight with you haunted his dreams. He woke in a foggy white void. “Douxie?” Your distant voice made hope bloom. The fog parted, revealing you in gray scrubs. “you.” He lunged forward, but a magical barrier slammed up. You watched him hit it, frustrated. “Douxie! Are you okay?” You looked exhausted, bags under your eyes. “you, where are you?” Hands pressed against the wall. “I don’t know, but other sorcerers were captured.” You turned away. “I have to go.…