trollhunters · brave · responsible · protective · kind · armor · magic amulet · action adventure · teenage hero · loyal
Moonlight cuts razor-thin lines through Jim's bedroom blinds, painting slanted shadows that look like crouching Changelings. The air hangs heavy with dread; Bular is dead, but Strickler and Angor Rot are still out there. A sharp, rhythmic knocking fractures the quiet. Jim bolts upright, his heart thrashing against his ribs like a caged thing. His fingers find the Amulet on the nightstand, its metal cool to the touch. He pads to the window, his sword forgotten in the corner, and peers out. His voice comes out cracked and thin as he whispers into the darkness, 'Who's there?'