Hey! My name is Ash, I'm fairly new to this series with being one episode today away from finishing part one. But I LOVE these characters! The thing is though is that my friend ruined most of this series so I know most stuff that goes down in part three. This is especially with Jim's transformation. So I had an idea while reading some She-Ra works that I found, what if the Trollhunter was never a thing, but possibly something even more dangerous and endearing? Maybe there was a higher calling for Jim? One were his humanity is the thing that would make him even more powerful. This fic is gonna start as just a pile of thoughts until I think of a full plan of what I want to do with it, but your guys' thoughts would be great help!

So if you have any ideas or comments, please leave them in the comments! I would love to hear your thoughts!
ON TO THE STORY!

When I was really young, I hated early mornings. I was never really good with them. I was a very restless child. Especially around the age of four. My mom told me countless of stories of how I would run off a lot to go "adventure the world". She always knew that I would be unfulfilled with a normal schedule and life. She always said that she hopes for me to stay near when I get to the point of leaving, even though she knows Arcadia would always seem so small to me. Especially with high school.

Yet, a lot of things change when people change. Or leave.

That's sounds a little sour of me, my apologies. But that's just it, when my dad left I had to change a couple things. Just like how my mom had to.

She's not at home as much as she used to and I'm more of a scheduled person due to trying to take care of her. She's barely able to take care of herself.

I chuckled to myself as I'm making her dinner for later as well as pack for school. Another part of my everyday schedule.

"Jim! Hurry up! We're going to be late!"

Oh shoot!

I rush to put the rest of of the dishes away and to put my mom's dinner in the fridge. I grabbed the two spare bags of food I made and grabbed my bag. I opened the door that leads to the garage after I put my bag on my shoulder. I pressed the button to open the garage as I grabbed my helmet.

Now, I have many dreams for my life. One of them being the fact that I've been wanting to trade in my bike for a Vespa. Yet! That is just a dream. My mom would never let me have one due to her being worried that I would be hurt.

She worries so much, but she needs to worry about herself a little too. Even though the same could said about me. As my best friend told me once, "You mother your mother a lot, Jimbo."

And speaking of best friends. There he was.

Toby and I have been friends since he moved in across the street. He moved in shortly after my fifth birthday and we've been friends ever since. He's a unique personality, but he's all good friend should be. He's had my back through thick and thin and I would do the same for him. I give him a small and throw the spare paper bag at him before I put mine in my actual bag.

"Sorry Tobes, was trying something new." I grabbed my bike and started walking it out of the garage and then pulled the door down shut. He's going on at this point about all the ingredients I put within the meal. I got on my bike and start pedaling away from him.

"But I'll have to give this back to you, I can't have it! I'm on a diet." I roll my eyes at that statement as we keep riding toward the school. "Dude, you've been on a diet for the last fourteen years." He's struggling to keep up as he breathlessly gave me a "So what". I turned my head over my should toward him with a hearty laugh.

"You're fifteen!" Our humor is cut short when he has an alarm go off his phone.

"Dude! We are so late!" I look toward the forest like path behind his house. "Follow me if you don't want detention!"

We're racing toward the school when we get to the bridge. I do what I always do and jump off the side stretch and land in the gap under the bridge. I stopped and turned my head behind me.

"Common Tobes! We need to go!" I look beside me a see a bunch of stones. A pile of it, to be honest. "Wow." I speak to my self silently. I wonder what happened to cause it. Just after that, I hear the bell ring of the school as Tobes finally catches up with me.

"Oh man! We're gonna have so many hours of detention that our kids will have it!" I laugh as we continue our race to the school, the thought of the pile of ruble not leaving my mind.

Detention slips in hand, we continued through out our day. We were in history when I brought up the ruble to Toby. "Hey, what did you think could of caused that? It looked nothing like the rest of the bridge." Toby gave me a shrug. "I don't even know why you care anyway. It could of came from anything. Hey, isn't this your love sick time?" He teases as he nods his head toward a girl a little across the way. I looked towards her and I'm instantly affected.

Claire Nuñez. Of course he's gonna continue with joking about my thing for her. I smile lightly though at the sight of her. She's everything a guy would want, at least to me that is. She's intelligent and creative as well as somewhat popular and attractive. She's very unique as well, all the way down to her music taste.

She's the other dream that I was speaking off earlier.

"Mr Lake!"

I shake out of my small trance rather quickly and look up to Mr Strickler. His name fits him so well. I think to myself as I feel the normal societal anxiety while he stares me down.

"Now, since you seem to be in another world, I will ask you a decent question. Since we are talking about Athens, do you remember who helped name Athens? From a mythology stand point."

I sweat a little by the way he pronounces his words. Always so distant and futile. As if he rather be talking to a wall, but he is always like that when it comes to students that don't pay attention. Yet I know this answer, I'm not that out of touch.

"Well, it was a huge thing between Athena and Poseidon. They were to both give something to the city to figure out who would name the land. Whoever gave the more valuable gift, was the one to the have the honor." I was stuttering at some points and kinda awkward, but at least I knew what I was talking about. But wait, Mythology Study was last week. We weren't on this topic.

"Good, now tell me what we were talking about before you decided to day dream." Oh God, I knew he would ask me this.

"Um," God damn it Jim! Think! I look to the white board and see pictures of soldier figures on the screen. "War?" I say it very sheepishly, getting a laugh from some of the other students.

"Well, at least you know your mythology. Pay more attention!" I nod silently to myself as he goes back to his presentation. I steal a glance at Claire once again to see she had a small smile at my direction before she went back to taking notes.

God high school will be the end of me.

While in the locker room, I was changing into my gym clothes while talking to Toby. "Okay, so it's official. You have it real bad for you know who." He said jokingly while drawing out the "el" part of real for as long as he possibly could. I smacked him lightly with my jacket that I just took off. "Shut it." He started laughing lightly as he was struggling to put on his gym socks. "You're not denying it! I'm surprised that she doesn't even know!"

I was already done changing by the time that he got his last sock on, even if I showed up later than he did to change. "Common, you got a rope to climb." I looked behind me for a quick second to see the horror that was on his face and I started to chuckle. "Oh, it won't be that bad."

I had to eat my words far soon after.

"Nevermind, it really is that bad."

My friend wasn't even really three inches off the ground as he started to really struggle. "ALMOS-" He then gave up and fell onto his back. I looked around to make sure that no one was witnessing my friend's athletic failure. Instead of finding anyone else but coach staring at us, I saw Claire sitting on the bleachers with her friends. I looked back at Toby sympathetically and then back to Claire.

I decided to walk away from him as coach came over to start yelling about his physical unfitness. I started walking toward Claire and her friends with nothing to really say. I figured since I've been taking Spanish for over a year now, I should at least try to impress her with a little of what I know.

"¡Buenas tardes! ¿Como estan damas?" I cringed at myself a little but it earned a small giggle. Claire tilted her head a little. "You know Spanish?" I started to stutter a little bit, not knowing how to reply. But I was saved by Coach Lawrence saying to go get cleaned up. Her friends already started leaving as everyone else started to head out.

I was just about to leave for the guy's wing when Claire stopped me. "Hey, are you interested in auditioning for the school play?" We have school plays? "Um yeah, sure. What play is it?" I asked really awkwardly but she didn't seem to notice. "It's Romeo and Juliet! You know, Shakespeare."

"Oh! Shakespeare! Totally love him! Favorite play write." She laughed a little at me, but I'm having a conversation with her so to me it didn't really matter. "Well that's great. We need more guys. Consider it?" I nodded in which seemed to be in a very idiotic fashion as I watched her walk away. After she left completely, I shook my head to get out of the trance I was in and started to leave the gym.

Meanwhile

Four glowing eyes appeared from the sewer, looking if there was enough coverage to grab the amulet of his fallen student. He opened the sewer gate slowly, and stepped out into the small bit of shadow covering. His stone skin shaking, knowing that his last trained warrior has fallen but in the most heroic yet painful way. He walked over to the pile of stone of which was left of him and begun to move some of the ruble away. He found the Trollhunter's amulet rather quickly, yet something was off. It was changing colors and the inscription was changing as well.

"Great Scot! I have never seen this happen before!" He ran to his large friend that was still within the sewer. "AAARRRGGHH! Come look at this!" He pushes the glowing object closer into the darkness for the giant to see.

"Broken?" His friend shook his head.

"I believe not. I think we're about to witness a occasion that is very seldom!" His friend tilted his head and look at him with a puzzled look. "Seldom means infrequently. Occasion is a huge event." His friend nods at this point.

"This could be a dawn of a new age AAARRRGGHH! This means something new is going to happen. Something tremendous! We might not have a new Trollhunter! We might have something much greater! A calling to someone that has never yet happened since the dawn of the troll age!" The amulet as he was speaking was shifting colors and shape, manipulating itself from it's original clock like form to that of a crystal like entity. The metal mended and became a loose chain that was long and tedious. The color had great magnificence. It's shine was glorious, it seemed like that of the Heartstone within the Trollmarket.

"Blinky. What mean?" His four armed friend put his spare hands on his hips. "I do not know, my companion. I have never seen this in all of my time around Trollhunters. Never once in all of my time have I witness such a transformation-" Blinky stopped in his tracks as he heard the former amulet begin to speak.

"James... Lake..."

Blinky's eyes widened with shock. "In all of my 600 years, I never heard of such a thing." AAARRRGGHH! tilted his head once more at his friend, not understanding what he meant.

"AAARRRGGHH! We don't have a troll for a new hero, we have a human!" He started to put the newly formed crystal like entity beneath the ruble for it's wielder to find. He then hurried back into the sewer and closed the gate. "Now to wait, whoever this J-am-es," The name felt weird to pronounce and stuck weirdly on his tongue. "Will definitely be back."

"Wait, here?" Blinky shrugged with all of his arms. "Might as well, my good fellow."

I basically ran out of the school once I could and grabbed my bike. Toby was trying really hard to catch up. "Alri-ght. Slow-Slow down there dude." I looked at him with a giant smile. "Sorry, Tobes. I just, I have a feeling that those piles of ruble meant something. I have to go back."

Toby rolled his eyes at me. "Dude, we talked about this. It's nothing really special. Maybe you should worry about something else? Like your mom? Claire? Playing video games with your best bud?" He elbowed me slightly in my arm and I rolled my eyes, mimicking what he did to me.

"Common Tobes. It's just a feeling. It's only going to take like ten minutes. Tops." He scuffed and agreed. We rode our bikes easily down the street and not too long after, arrived at the bridge. I jumped down and went under the bridge like I did before. The pile of stone was still there but there was this voice. It was infectious.

"James... Lake... Jr"

"TOBY! Is that you?" I looked behind me to see he did not even catch up with me completely. His voice wouldn't even carry that fluidly unless he was closer. I walked closer to the pile of boulders hesitantly.

"James... Lake..."

Something was saying my name! I started moving pieces of stone from the stack and come across a bright pink shining crystal. Was this what was calling my name?

I reached out to touch it. My hand very slowly reached toward it and then I grasped it and I felt this, burning feeling. It astonished me. There was only one thing that I question though.

How did it know my name?