The villagers of Bergentown gather in the central square, their faces alight with anticipation for the annual Trollstice celebration. Laughter and chatter echo through the cobblestone streets as children dart between stalls, their hands sticky with candy. In the center of it all stands the grand stage, adorned with twinkling lights and a large banner reading "Welcome to Trollstice!"
Poppy, the exuberant leader of the trolls, leads her friends into the village, her vibrant pink hair bouncing with each step. Branch, ever vigilant, surveys the crowd with a cautious eye, though a smile plays at his lips. King Gristle, the benevolent ruler of Bergentown, steps forward to greet the newcomers, his royal attire gleaming in the torchlight.
"Let's show them how trolls celebrate!" Poppy exclaims, her voice ringing with excitement. The trolls break into song, their harmonies blending seamlessly with the lively tunes of the villagers' band. Branch, despite his usual reservations, finds himself swept up in the moment, twirling alongside Poppy with surprising grace.
"It's wonderful to see our communities united like this," King Gristle remarks, his eyes twinkling with pride. Bridget, his beloved, nods in agreement, her gaze softening as she watches the joyful interactions. The barrier between troll and human fades, replaced by a shared sense of camaraderie.
Poppy, Branch, and their friends gather around a small fire, their faces illuminated by its warm glow. "I think this was our best Trollstice yet," Poppy muses, her heart full. "It was," Branch agrees, his usual seriousness softened by contentment. The group sits in companionable silence, cherishing the memories they've created.
King Gristle and Bridget bid farewell to their troll friends, their gratitude evident in their smiles. "Until next time!" Poppy calls, waving enthusiastically. As the trolls make their way back to their village, they carry with them the joy of a night well spent and the promise of many more celebrations to come.
