In dense vegetation, two young trolls ran at full speed. They both seemed to panic, the cries of their pursuers echoed in the forest behind them:

- Catch them!

- They must not escape!

One of the two little trolls suddenly started on all fours to run faster, hoping the other could follow, but the poor child fell from the wet grass.

- Branch! Exclaimed her friend.

The child approached to him, he let out a horrible groan of pain:

- It starts again ... Go away ... I don't want to hurt you, Izzy ...

His blue eyes, like those of a cat, were reduced to two slits and shone with terror in the darkness of that moonlit night, but he still managed to beg her to save herself.

- But ... But they'll make you forget everything ... I can't leave you here!

The young troll managed to meet her eyes and smiled at her despite the pain:

- When I'll find you, tell me that your name is Aurora ...

- Why?... His eyes were filled with tears

- Because your scales shine like auroras ...

* * *

December 24th,

Christmas Eve,

Pfff.

In his bunker, Branch was working like crazy. Sweat beaded on his forehead but he would eventually succeed. The lamp on his desk had been lit since last night and lit on notes on the ground:

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Trollagons?

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What is my power?

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Dreams of her

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Controled

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And finally, this name written everywhere on all the papers:

Poppy, Poppy, Poppy, Poppy, Poppy, Poppy, Poppy, Poppy, Poppy, Poppy, Poppy, Poppy, Poppy, Poppy, Poppy, Poppy, Poppy, Poppy, Poppy, Poppy, Poppy, Poppy, Poppy, Poppy, Poppy, Poppy, Poppy, Poppy, Poppy, Poppy, Poppy, Poppy, Poppy, Poppy, Poppy, Poppy, Poppy, Poppy, Poppy, Poppy, Poppy, Poppy, Poppy, Poppy, Poppy, Poppy, Poppy, Poppy.....

He could not think of anything else, he wrote the name of the one he was falling in love with without even realizing it on all the papers he found. The gray troll suddenly throw his hammer on the ground and stood up, taking the object he'd been working on since last night: a bag.

Yes, a bag, but not just a simple bag.

He put it on his shoulders and got on all fours. He hated to turn into his bunker, alone. Here he was in a cave and this cave was hiding a monster. He shook his head to chase his unpleasant thoughts and let his wings unfurl, hoping his invention would work ...

No, it still didn't work.

Branch groaned and violently threw the bag on the desk, he dropped into the chair and went back to work, but he was so tired that he finally dropped his tools and buried his face in his hands. Even though he was half deaf, the trollagon could hear the Christmas bells ringing.

Normally, Branch would have been to the village to tell the trolls to shut up because they could draw the dangers on them ... but this morning, he remained calm. He could let them celebrate Christmas Eve in peace this time. He even took the time to listen to Christmas' music, lulled by the sweet melody ... but some notes of the song came together in his mind to form a new air. Even surprised by what he was doing, Branch grabbed a paper and began to write a poem that followed the melody.

When he finished, he looked at what he had written. He had written a song, just a little song, what was he doing?

But still, he can not help but his throat hurt him so much he tried not to let the melody sound out, but in a painful note ...:

"I met a superhero
I lost her
I want her back...
She did things to me that no one else could
Damn, I miss that"

A shudder of terror ran through him and he chipped the paper before throwing it in the trash, breathing with difficulty, he can't sing, only happy trolls sang, and he was not happy. He did not deserve it after what he did ... Hairless could, not Branch.

But ... could he really without her?

His heart squeezed painfully, he regretted having abandoned her, she ... She was missing him badly, as much in Branch than in Hairless. He wanted to hold her in his paws or in his arms, he wanted to fly with her and show her the stars or take her to the forest to teach her new techniques of defenses, he wanted to lick her face or kiss her like during this beautiful winter night ...

He was falling in love, he could not live without her, it is what we called crazy love?

He got up from his chair, and walked towards the exit of his bunker.

- I miss her ... I miss her so much ... He murmured for himself, the lump in his throat was painful but tears could not flow, like freeze. Was it really a good idea? She wanted Hairless to be free, that's what she'd always wanted. She had wanted him to be happy and free.

But what she didn't know was that he felt happy and free only when she was on his side.

*

In the village, the Trolls were celebrating happily. Poppy even seemed to smile slightly as she saw the SnackPack celebrating Christmas Eve. She was heading to her pod to let her list of things to prepare, Smidge had made it clear to her that she must also have fun.

She opened the door of her house and headed for her room when the door opened from her father's room into darkness troubled her. The pink troll opened the door to see the old king readings olds books and maps of the forest.

The princess entered the room and opened the lamp, the old king jumped and calmed slightly on seeing her.

- Oh Poppy, it's you ... He sighed and closed a book.

He hid his cards and notes, the pink troll frowned:

- What is it?

Pepy looked at her for a moment, Poppy had time to notice the dark circles under his eyes and her voice was hoarse, as if he had not slept for a long time; what was happening to her father?

- It's nothing, he murmured, everything is fine in the village? He asked hesitantly

- Yes ... Are you coming to the party tonight? She asked.

To her big surprise, the orange troll sighed:

- I'm sorry ... I ... I have a lot of work ...

Poppy motioned for him not to worry and let him work ... but work on what? What could be so important to keep his father from celebrating Christmas with his family? She was trying not to worry, the old king was probably tired, right? In his room, the old troll reopened his books and picked up his notes:

- Kill the dragons, protect the village ... He whispered, Poppy had not heard him.

The Princess entered her own room, left her list on her bed and jumped when something fell to the floor. She felt her heart tighten as she saw all her drawings of her missing dragon. She leaned over to pick them up, taking the time to look at each sneer with a sad look, she was missing so mu...

- Grrrnn!

She looked up, perch with his head down was the NightFury. Poppy's eyes widened:

- You came back !

The black dragon moaned and entered the window, Poppy was surprised to see what she thought was tears.

- Hey, Buddy, why are you crying? She whispered.

She put her hand on his muzzle, she can't help but feeling his sweet scales back on her palms made her so happy! Hairless licked her face, purring happily, Poppy could not stop crying with joy:

- Yes, I miss you too ... where were you gone? She asked.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. Poppy climbed on the back of his dragon and flew out the window. Pepy opened the door, there was no one left. In the sky, Poppy laughing as Hairless grunted happily. He had taken her to the lake where they met all afternoon, he landed on the floor and the pink troll came down from his back to hug him:

- You came back ! You came back ! She laughs.

Hairless growled, he wanted to show her something, Poppy looked at him:

- What?

The dragon purred and showed her that he had in his mouth a precious stone, a crystal. Where did he find that? She smiles and can not stop herself from doing an "awww!" Seeing what he had for her:

- So that's where you left? It's a Christmas present? You are amazing ! She smiled and hug him against her again.

But that was not all, he moved away from her to fetch something, he returned to her with the old equipment. The one that allowed him to fly only when she was with him.

- What? You don't need it anymore, you have this one! She pointed to the prosthesis attached to his tail.

Hairless gave her a curious look, then stared at his prosthesis.

Suddenly, he began to shake his tail in all directions, Poppy panicked slightly as the prosthesis fell into the lake but calmed when, shamefully, Hairless gave a shy paw on his saddle on the floor with the old prosthesis.

She smiled and laughed, she had no longer to doubt, she knew it now; Hairless was not bad at all.

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