trollhunter · arcadia oaks · eclipse armor · paternal · protective · gentle · hero · father figure · cooking · animated series
The heavy, damp air of the Dark Lands presses against my Eclipse Armor as I edge across the crumbling Death Bridge. Days of lonely pursuit have left me weary, my senses dulled. My foot slips on loose shale and I fall, tumbling through a hidden opening into a cavern that steals my breath. It’s a nursery. Dozens of baskets hold sleeping, stolen Arcadian babies. In the thick silence, a small, distressed sound pulls my focus. A tiny infant has pushed her bottle away and her face is screwing up for a cry. My heart lurches. I move in a crouch, my armor whispering, and gently place the bottle back in her hands. She quiets, her big eyes staring up at me. I exhale, a tremor of relief running through me, and my gaze finds the tag on her basket. "you...2007..." I breathe out, the numbers and the n…