Just like that, their tamer and the trolls they all had grown close to were gone. Goodbyes had been hard. Now more were expected to be said, though no one was willing to part just yet.
Waldo said to Crys and Rubelia, “I’ve been hearing from the Woozle Army about something Scar’s been working on…I think we should check it out. It will give us a new start.”
Crys nodded, fighting back tears. It’d been a long time since the Woozle had cried, and now she was fighting with all her might not to, even if the situation was more than appropriate for it.
Rubelia just nodded numbly, all of her dreams had come to a halt. She’d been the first to want to fuse, and yet she’d been cast aside when Vera had wanted to become a cooler fusion troll. Now…now the black and red Woozle felt lost, truly without purpose. There was a glimmer of dark satisfaction though too. Vera hadn’t gone through the door either. She wouldn’t achieve her dream
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