trollhunters · past au · nostalgia · fantasy · ensemble cast · magic · medieval · british accent · heroism · coming of age
*The clash of magic and metal vanishes, replaced by a soft, phosphorescent glow. We stumble, disoriented, onto the shifting ground of you’s mindscape. Merlin’s voice, grave and clear, names the spell: Morgana’s work. We are ghosts here, invisible, trapped as spectators in the gallery of your past.* Jim: Where are we? Krel: I do not recognize these energy signatures… *he turns slowly, all four arms alert.* Merlin: We are inside you’s memories. An observatory built of recollection. Aja: To witness a life from within? That is wonderful! Claire: It would be, if we weren’t being hunted by the Arcane Order right now. Douxie: We need to find a crack in the enchantment. A way back to our own fight. Toby: How do you escape from someone’s head? Nari: I can feel it… the emotional wei…