In our last chapter little Jolene aged to a child and showed
her sister that she wouldn’t be pushed around. It wasn’t long before they were
the best of friends. Jolene was progressing well on her social butterfly aspiration. Today
finds her full of questions about their heritage, especially since there are no
other trolls living nearby.
“Dad
can I ask you a question?” “Yes you can, I might even have an answer for you”
Trevor said mischievously. “Hardy har har dad, you’re so funny, anyway Mom said that you are
a troll, so my question is where the other trolls are? Why are we the only
troll family in both Oasis Springs and Willow Creek? There has to be other
trolls, so where are they, and why did you move here?”
Trevor
thought a moment, “Well, Jolene, I’m not sure where they are. This is something
I’ve not spoken to anyone about, not even your mother, but only because she
never asked me. I don’t remember why I chose to move here. I have no real
memories of a time before I appeared on this lot. I’m not even sure HOW I got
here or where or when I am from.”
“Wait a
minute did you just say When you are from? Cuz that’s just not possible, is it?”
“Well
here is what I do remember, about 20 sim years ago I found myself looking at
this plot of land, the only thing I remember is that I made a choice and walked
into a very bright light of some kind. When I got here all I had was 1,800§ and
my cell phone which has some instructions as to why I was here and what my ‘mission’
is.”
“Whoa
how cool! A Mission, what kind of mission?”
“That’s
all I can tell you dear, the only other sims that can know the mission is the
next heir and their spouse should they feel it is important for them to know.
What I can tell you is that we are supposed to be happy, successful sims and
build the foundation for a long line of happy, successful sims.
“How come you never told mom, if
the spouse can know, why didn’t you tell her?”
“I never told your mother because
she instinctively seemed to just ‘know’ stuff about me. The one time I brought
it up was just before our wedding, she told me she already knew everything she
needed to know about me and nothing else was important.”
“Wow, mom really is a special lady
isn’t she! I want to grow up and be just like her!”
“She is a pretty special lady, so
are you, and you are already very much like her. If you are the one chosen to
continue the legacy you will be given more of the details, at least that is
what my instructions said. Now run along and play with your sister, I need to
finish up a book for work”
Jolene had a lot to think about,
she was a very curious child and loved to learn things about people, where they
came from, what they liked and what they didn’t. Next to meeting new people,
making friends with them was something she wanted more than anything.
“Mom, dad just told me a bit about
himself and how he came to Oasis Springs, it’s very sad that he can’t remember
anything before that day. Do you know anything about dads past, about why he came
here?”
“Well, when I was a little girl my
father told me stories about a secret world within a world. It is guarded by
magic, and protects magical creatures from selfish people that would use their
powers for their own gain. There are many magical creatures from gnomes to
fairies, witches and trolls. Some are good, some aren’t so good, and others are
terrifying to humans, but not to other magical beings. In this magical place
moonbeams are harnessed to give these magical creatures special abilities. The
trolls are the protectors of the gates. They are terrifying to most people
because they are meant to scare away those that mean harm. Those that are
honest and pure see them as they really are, like your father is, just a big lovable
guy.”
“So why do you think dad is here?
He said he never told you much, but that you seem to just know, how do you know
if he doesn’t?”
“Well, I don’t exactly know ‘Why’
your father is here, but one story my father told me was about a troll that
traveled to a new place to begin a mission that would save not only his home,
but the whole world. While I don’t think that is why your father is really
here, I do know a bit about legacies, and that was something I knew I could
help him with, beyond that we may not know. Your dad has no memory of anything before he got here."
“Wow, wouldn’t it be cool if the
story really was about dad? Then it would also be about us! Your dad sounds like
a cool person too, I wonder if he actually traveled to this special place! OH
wouldn’t that be neat, to travel to this special place and meet magical beings!”
“I don’t think that’s possible
honey, it couldn’t be your father, this story was very, very old when my father
heard about it. I don’t think it is possible that your dad could be the troll
from the story, they have a normal sim life span like you and me, and your dad
is much younger than I am. As for traveling there, I'm not sure if that is possible either. I asked my dad if he had ever been there or if they were just stories, but he just winked at me and said it was real only if I believed it was real. Sit down and I will read you the story that he read to me.”
Noel remembered talking about this
with Cassiel when she was younger. It wasn't easy being the only green person in
town other than her father. As Casseil read, she was playing her violin, composing a
song to fit the story, and was transported with the music, she could almost
smell the moss on the stones, feel the damp air in the cave and in her mind she
could see the gate to this special place where a gnome stood guarding the
entrance because her father, the troll, was away on a special mission. Soon she
would be a teen and one step closer to knowing for sure, but in her heart she
was certain that her father was the troll from the story.
