A young troll (of around six sweeps) sits in a crowd, alone. Her mother, the Disciple, is off somewhere, and she is alone in a hostile crowd of trolls. They're all looking at something up ahead, but the troll cannot see much, only a few inches of fabric here, a few blood stains there, its all very strange.

Suddenly, the young troll realizes what's happening. Up ahead, her father, the Signless, is being publicly tortured and executed. Knowing that something's wrong, she pushes through the crowd of trolls, receiving glares.

The young troll arrives at the stage (I guess). Her father is hoisted up into the air, being hung by his wrists as they beat him to death. Nearby, a large purple troll who she suspects to be the Grand Highblood oversees the ordeal. This angers the young troll, and she climbs up on the stage to give him a piece of her mind.

"!?Who do you think you are, beating up my father like that" Her manner of speaking is different, and so is she. Meanwhile, the Grand Highblood is astonished. Being berated by a little brat? Unthinkable!

" LISTEN UP, YOU LITTLE WORM. i can't stand accidents like you, so get out of my sight before i have you hung up there with that traitor." Accident. That hurt, and he knows it, what with that smirk on his face.

The young troll gets up in his face.

".Go"

"Fill"

"A"

She leans in close.

"Bucket" That did it.

Before he can order the E%ecutor to do anything, the young troll dashes towards the nearest hiding place, which just happens to be a forest nearby. Turning around, she gets a last glimpse of her father, the last thing she loves, now that her mother has abandoned her.

You are alone, hungry, and tired. You've been running through the woods for a while, escaping the Grand Highblood and his minions. Thankfully, he assumed that you had no means of defending yourself, so he hasn't sent anyone after you. Your father is dead, your mother is gone, and you really are an accident. You have named yourself the Accident because it will remind you of what the Grand Highblood said and will give you incentive to fight.

You are tired, and need to asses your condition and surroundings. Sitting down, you accidentally cut yourself on a rock. You've never bled before, and are eager to see what your blood color is. Maybe it's purple, and you are of higher blood than the Grand Highblood himself! Looking down, you don't see any purple blood, only a very light cyan. Darn.

Taking off your robes (not bathrobes you dingus), you tear a bandage for your hand. The bleeding stops quickly, which is good because now there are less creepy crawlies attracted to you. Now poses the problem of survival. You have no idea how to survive in the wilderness, but how hard can it be?

Pretty hard, because an hour later, you still have no food, water, or shelter, just a pile of sticks that could be used for fire or shelter. Then again, you don't really need shelter because you learned a long time ago that you are immune to cold. Heck, you love the cold! The ice powers you were born with and your wits are plenty to survive with. If anything comes near, you'll just bite it and send ice running through their veins. Yeah, that'll work. In the meantime, you probably should find a cave of some sorts to protect you from the elements anyway.

You find a cave, seemingly empty. Just in time, too, because it's starting to get dark. Very dark. It's co dark that you can't even see anymore! Better get a fire started. Just one problem. You have no way of starting a fire. Without a fire, anything could be lurking in the darkness, waiting to grab you! What a reassuring thought.

Doing the best you can, you rub rocks against the floor, resulting in a spark that lights the twigs. Now we're rolling! Using your knowledge of fires, you arrange the sticks so the fire will burn brighter. Now, you almost have a good fire going, but you need a bit more wood.

Snatching up one of the burning twigs, you head outside of the cave. It's pitch black, and you can't see anything outside of the small glow produced by the twig, which is starting to go out. rushing for some wood, you grab the nearest log. It's a bit large, but it'll do.

Running back into the sanctuary of your cave, you carefully place the log onto the fire. It catches and immediately lights up the rest of the cave with it's flames. Now, you don't have to worry about being eaten!

Unfortunately, it's too dark to find some food. You'll have to go hungry tonight. Laying down your robes, you crawl on top of them and use them as a makeshift bed.

"...Goodnight" You whisper to nobody, wishing you had a lusus. This is the worst day ever, but at least it's over.

You close your eyes and fall asleep.