A young troll walks deeper in the cave, as she has done for a few years now; she watches the different lusui taking the small little cave grubs that will soon become trolls. She smiles as the lusui take the grub they want to raise for themselves. But something was strange about how the lusui were acting when they were looking around. The troll glances over their shoulders and sees a little grub that has red mesh eyes, and its body was blood red.
"What an ugly color!" the ram lusus says.
"I certainly don't want him." The cat lusus adds.
"He is a mutant!" the spider says.
How rude, the troll thinks, why aren't they going to give him a chance? He might turn out to be a nice young troll.
"Well, I found my grub," the goat lusus pauses, holding the grub with purple eyes and body, "I am out."
The troll watches as the lusus, one by one, turning their backs on the mutant grub, slowly heading to the exit of the cave. She looks behind her and sees the small red grub.
"I am sorry that you don't have a lusus." She says silently.
She slowly walks to the grub and kneels down and gently picks up the whimpering grub, his red tears run down his face.
"Shh, everything will be alright. There is no need for those tears. I will protect you," she pauses, "I will be a mother to you."
The grub looks at the troll, and the tears stop. He makes a small purring noise. She knew that the grub wanted her to be his mother. She looks around the cave to see if any other jade blooded trolls were there.
I am going to quit, she thought, I will quit and raise him, and prove to the lusui what they didn't see in him.
She slowly stands up, hiding the little grub. She goes to the foreman.
"What do you want, Maryam?" he grunts.
His pointed hours stick out of his short, wavy, black hair, his yellow eyes stare down at the troll, his armor keeps his muscles from showing.
"I would like to tell you," she pauses, "I will not be returning."
"Are you quitting?" he asks.
"Yes."
"For what reason?"
"I need to be free," she pauses, "I can't be stuck in a cave for the rest of my life."
The foreman sighs.
"Fine, I will also give you your final pay." He goes to search for some money.
Dolorosa stands there, holding the grub in her arms, she carefully lifts up her arms and looks down at the sleeping grub, and she couldn't help but to smile.
"Here you go, Porrim." He says.
She slowly puts her arm down and reaches for the money.
"Thank you sir." She pauses, "We will come across paths again. Farewell for now."
"Good luck to you." He bows his head.
Dolorosa bows her head back in respect. Then she slowly walks out the cave.
The moonlight, she thought, it's so . . . beautiful.
Once she was out of the cave, she could tell that the moon was lighting their future. His future as a young troll. When he finally grows. Her green sleeve acts like a blanket for the little grub. He made a small purring sound. Dolorosa's heart started beating; it put a bright smile on her face. She lifts up her arm and smiles at the sleeping grub
"I keep you safe from harm." She gently kisses his head.