In the dim light of the volcano, the poor lightfury was hiding from the monster who was trying to approach her:

- Blue ... Blue ... Who is this Blue, Angel? Claws asked, revealing his dragon fangs.

- I don't know any Blue, the trollagon lies, protecting her friend, and my name is Aurora

Claws roared with fury, his mane spreading to look even more frightening than he already was. Aurora huddles against the hot rocks in terror. In the cages, the trollagons panicked slightly.

- NO MATTER THEN! On the first moon of spring, I'll be out of this prison! Claws screamed with rage.

 
* * *

The weather continued to pass as the February snowflakes began to fall on the Trolls' Forest. In the village, several couples walked hand in hand; today was Valentroll's Day.

It was a nice day; the trolls had decorating the pods for the occasion. The branches of the trees were adorned with red and pink hearts and snowflowers. Some trolls bring gifts destined for their soul mate ... except for some heartbreak.

And I'm not just talking about our favorite trollagon, no.

I'm talking about the village princess, Poppy.

The pink troll watched her people celebrate happily, a small smile on her face to hide her pain. Her fingers tighten the void, seeking the warmth of a certain troll who, she thought, would never want her.

She was lost in her thoughts, her imaginary world was constantly bringing her back to that beautiful winter night ... She could feel the ghost of his lips against hers, his warm hand caressing her cheek, his hair wrapping around hers .. to finally remember that it was only a mistake.

But when she was not in that pleasant memory, a nightmare came to haunt her mind. Poppy could imagine this giant dragon burning his village and crushing all the trolls in his way ...

"All this time, that's what Hairless wanted to show me ... he wanted to warn me of danger ..."

Poppy sighed, tightening the scarf Branch had offered her around her neck. Over time, the wool had never lost its pleasant smell.

- Poppy ! A voice caught her attention.

She jumped and turned around; Creek stood behind her. The princess smiles at him:

- Hello Creek! She was trying not to think about that moment when he said those horrible things about dragons, do you have a nice day? She then asked politely.

But strangely, the purple troll sighed. Poppy frowned as a strange feeling told her to get away from this troll.

- This day can't be perfect until you are mine.

At these words, the heart of the princess began to beat at full speed; did she hear it well? As if to answer her question, Creek approached even more and grabbed her hand:

- Creek ... She started, the discomfort was immense

- I just ... he started to approach his lips of hers

- Creek, wait! ...

- I just want you to know that you're beautiful and that I lo...

- I LOVE SOMEONE ELSE ! She screamed suddenly and repulsed Creek had both her hands.

The purple troll jumped, falling into the snow. Everyone looked at them with surprised. Creek looked up at the princess. Poppy felt the tears begin to flow down her cheeks:

- I ... Excuse me, she said and went towards the forest, join his dragon to snuggle against him and forget what had happened.

Unfortunately, she had not noticed the anger that was drawing on the face of the leader of the hunters ... It was when she accidentally hit Branch that he noticed the laughters that they were exchanging and the blushes that tinted their cheeks.

- Uuuh ... for you Princess, Branch had stretched one of the snowflowers that were falling on them when she fall on him.

Poppy laughed softly as Branch slid the flower into her hair, Creek growled with rage.

* * *

That night, Hairless was coming back from another afternoon with Poppy. He had already returned to his troll form and was returning home. The wind blew between the trees of the forest and the small animals of the forest watched the troll go home:

- This poor guy is all alone for the mating season? A firefly asked his partner

- It's a troll, the trolls are colored .. not him, a squirrel noticed, why?

- YOU HAVE SNOW IN THE HAIR BUDDY! A little bird screamed and laughed.

At his words, Branch had shaken his hair to chase the snow with a smile. The animals understood that the gray troll understood their language and went to hide in the forest. As complete darkness gradually settled in, Branch's trollagon night vision kept him from getting lost.

When a strange sound caught his attention.

His intact ear stood up and he watching around him. He thought at first that the animals in the forest had come back, but no, something else was watching him. His eyes began to look for where the noise came from.

- Who is here ? He asked, Kit, is that you? He asked in a small grunt.

No answer, Branch sniffed the air and quickly recognized a familiar smell .... but the smell of this person look anger. Branch panicked and began running to take refuge at his home, but a troll jumped from the branch of a tree and trapped the poor gray troll on the ground.

- HELP! --- P-POPPY!

But Creek had forced Branch turn around and put his hand on his mouth to stop him from speaking. Branch panicked, trying to break free. Some scales had appeared on his chest, fortunately, Creek had not noticed anything in the darkness.

- Calm down, I just want to talk to you, Gray Troll, Creek says, his eyes were filled with a scary calm.

The trollagon tried to calm down; what did Creek want him? The purple troll answered quickly to his question:

- If you get closer to her, ill made you dissapear!

- What?

- Don't do the innoncent, you think that the village did not notice your game?

For a moment, he thought Creek had discovered that he was the NightFury. He was going to try to explain himself, but Creek gave him a hit in the ribs to silence him. Branch screamed in pain and the purple troll hit him in the face.

- Don't approach Poppy anymore! She will never want a gray troll like you! You are a monster ! Why would she want a monster to rule with her? The crown is mine!

He understood: Creek had guessed his feelings for Poppy. He tried to escape, but Creek continued to attack him:

- Physical injuries don't do anything to me, d-do you know that? He said he was trying to get up, hissing in pain.

Then, a big smile appeared on the face of the purple troll:

- What about I hurt your feelings?

These words entered his heart like a knife; he understood what Creek meant:

- N-No, please, no, all except that ... Branch begged.

- If you only put your eyes on her, I made sure to get rid of her! The crown is mine, not yours!