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Okay, so first things first; a 'mansklig' is just another word for human that the Trylle use. Trylle are trolls. Not the ugly kind that live underneath the bridge or have crazy neon colored hair. They're like humans, but far prettier and more in tune to nature; some even have a hint of green skin. Most people have absolutely no idea what they really are, and the Trylle definitely don't brag about it; they even have their own secret communities all to themselves. Trylle love humans, as much as they hate to admit it. Or at least our money and educational system. It's far more advanced than anything they have. So when a rich family has a child, sometimes the human child is swapped out for a Trylle infant to be raised by that family; they're called Changelings. So, human child gets stolen from their real family and replaced with a little troll baby to be raised with love and money. So unfair. The human child is then raised in the place of the Trylle infant, but not without as much love and affection as they'd get from their real parents. Mansklig are looked down upon by the other Trylle and have their own school that they attend. Eventually when the Trylle child has grown up a Tracker is sent to find them and bring them home, making us pretty much forgotten. We're expected to leave the community at the age of eighteen, and not breath a word of it to anyone, nor seek out our real family.

So yeah, you getting something from this? That's exactly what happened to me. Instead of being raised as the youngest child of five in a mansion or some huge apartment, I'm stolen away at birth and raised by some other people, all so the Trylle children can have a better life. Don't get me wrong, my 'host family' was alright to me, two older 'brothers' and only one father to raise us three, but it wasn't my family! I felt odd and out of place and constantly wondered what my real family was like. When I turned thirteen, it became worse. I started crushing on the oldest of the two boys that lived with me. I know we're not related at all, but I still found it creepy. This crush only lasted for so long when he made it clear that there was no way he'd ever be caught with a manks (our 'cute' little nickname, adorable right?) that pretty much killed my hope of ever finding love. Three awkward years later and the real daughter was returned. You should've seen the family, hugging her and commenting on how pretty she was. I mean, she was stunning but that's beside the point! I was all but forgotten and spent nearly all my time with the other mansklig until I turned eighteen.

As a 'going away gift' I was given awkward hugs and a remainder not to tell anyone about the community nor look for my family. It's not like I had any idea as to who they were, such information wasn't given to me. So I left and went to find a job or something. College wasn't for me and I needed a game plan. For six months I worked odd jobs until I started dating this rich boy, Erik. He was something else! Sandy blonde hair, constantly in his bright blue eyes, a killer smile. He was older than me by two years, but didn't treat me like I was five. Boy did I fall for him hard. It wasn't until he took me to meet his parents for the first time that I realized something was horribly, horribly wrong. It was a near dead give away; all the pictures of the family for display. They started out cute. Erik as a baby with his parents, him as a toddler, his first bath. It wasn't until I got to the pictures of their second child that I realized my mistake. It was her. The Trylle that had taken my place eighteen years ago. It was easy to piece together everything else. Erik's parents were my parents and Erik was my brother. I had been dating my brother for two months. I actually passed out when the realization hit me like a sack of bricks.

When I awoke, I claimed that I had an illness and went home. Though it wasn't really a lie, seeing as how as soon as I got home I had the worst night in my life. I came down with a stomach flu and fever. While I spent the week getting better, I had nothing much to do save for thinking. I was dating my biological brother. I was sick for another whole week then. We had never been intimate, so that's good. Honestly, we had taken it slow and had only held hands and hugged, they occasional kiss on the cheek. But still... it was more than creepy and would be the subject of a few sleepless nights for a few weeks. Ultimately, I broke up with him, giving him the same old reason everyone does, "it's not you, it's me". In truth, it was both of us, and the fact that we had the same DNA. I think that's when the depression kicked in.

I quit my job and had been about to been kicked out of my apartment when there was a break in. Two guys who apparently thought that my small apartment had something worth stealing. There wasn't, but I gave them an a** whopping for thinking there was. I was on the news a couple of days, and that's when Silver Academy contacted me. They were curious about me and decided to test out my skills, by attacking me. No warning, just one extremely powerful teacher suddenly lunging at me. It was over in three minutes. He the winner, me the unconscious bloody heap on the floor. Never the less, they were impressed, but said I needed training. I spent a few months learning marital arts and then mastering the longbow before I became a guardian. It's... an interesting job. But I hope to be useful.