War, blood, death,...

All these things were the daily bread of the inhabitants of Alternia.

The war, which had barely begun a few sweeps ago, had already killed more than half the population. Thousands of lowbloods died, along with numerous highbloods, and even two fuchsia bloods were killed; food was scarce and almost all the hives were destroyed, leaving lots of helpless trolls out in the open, with only their own means to survive. Even the young were affected! Lusus were scarce, and many little grubs were condemned to a fatal destiny in nature without any guardians to protect them from danger. The jade bloods also feared for the health of the Mothers Grub, who seemed to begin to suffer the consequences of lack of food and water.

But, why was this war happening? Well, it all started with a low blood rebellion led by an adult troll with mutant blood, better known as the Signless or the Sufferer (because of the multiple assassination attempts by the highbloods).

This 'small' revolution led by lowbloods soon had the support and admiration of more than half of the Alternian population (obviously lowbloods or slaves), and eventually even a few highbloods had joined them; the most famous were a cerulean blood pirate, who was known by the name of Marquise Spinneret Mindfang, and Neophyte Redglare, a teal blood legislator.

So, getting back to the subject; Alternia was involved in war, hunger and violence. So, there was only one option left: exile.

But where? There was no place in Alternia that was not under the command of her Imperious Condescension or the danger of the revolution.

Well, that is the reason why 12 of our protagonists were at this moment gathered around the strange machine located in the middle of what could once have been a ruined hive.

But these were not 12 normal kids, no, these young twelve trolls were the direct descendants of 12 very important trolls in the revolution... or in the dictatorship of the Alternian empire.

But that is another story, and it will be told on another occasion.

Returning to our current situation, the female jade blood (better known as Kanaya Maryam) looked up from the device to look at the other eleven aliens gathered in the room.

"Are You Sure That This Is Totally Reliable?"she asked, a slight maternal and worried voice.

"iit'2 our la2t chance" the team's hacker (Sollux Captor) responded. Despite the lisp, his voice was more serious than usual, making clear the situation in which the twelve young trolls were.

Several of the trolls nodded.

"Let's )(ave )(ope" the only fuchsia blood (Feferi Peixes) said with optimism. However, and despite her high blood, she had no more reason to be happy than the others. Remember when I mentioned the two fuchsia bloods killed? Well, not all of the revolution was so 'pacifist', and many trolls preferred to take these matters into their own hands, killing and organizing massacres against royalty and other highbloods. This, as you may well suppose, put the future heiress in a situation of extreme danger.

Several seconds of silence overcame the comment, after all none of the trolls had much to say; if everything went well they would have the opportunity to go to a place totally unknown to them, but safer than Alternia. If, on the contrary, it did not work, it was practically certain that not all trolls could survive until the end of the war.

At the end the same yellow blood from before was the one who interrupted the uncomfortable silence.

"are you ready aa?" he asked, turning to the female troll closest to him.

AA (or Aradia Megido) raised her head to look at her matesprit. Her eyes, which in the past had been completely ghostly white, were now yellow with a small black pupil in the center, exactly the same as those of any other young troll, and only distinguishable by the small burgundy iris that was beginning to form as part of her imminent maturity, and that indicated her blood color.

The young troll blinked, free of her deep thoughts, and lifted her head before nodding, giving the signal for everything to begin.

Then the alien hacker crouched and began to enter codes and passwords into the strange machine (which they had decided to name "transporter"), in a decoding language so complicated that the vast majority of the trolls in the center of the room could hardly have understood a little bit.

Slowly the machine started to light up, warming up while several of its buttons were illuminated with powerful lights, which made some of the trolls back off a bit. On the contrary, the burgundy blood female came closer; Suddenly her entire body seemed to acquire a darker, more ghostly aura, and the temperature of the room of the destroyed hive seemed to drop a couple of degrees. Slowly the hand of the rust blood descended towards one of the main screens of the machine, the only one of them that was still off, and stopped a few centimeters before.

She frowned and her breathing became erratic, while slowly the cold atmosphere began to increase, focusing on the hands of the young troll. At last her eyes suddenly opened, and with a strong gesture the cold stopped, while the screen lit up quickly. Aradia turned her head to look at Sollux, and he frowned as he quickly adjusted the last codes.

"are you all ready?" the young troll's voice was the last thing the trolls heard before they quickly began to hold their hands, while the machinery began to heat up more and more.

When this soon reached its maximum temperature the psionic installed a last code quickly, and got up to grab the cold hand of his matesprit, while with the other he pushed the lever of the machine...

And then the whole place was shrouded by a strong, bright white light.

...

In a distant galaxy, on an unknown planet, inside a spacious house in the middle of a huge snowy field, lying on her bed was a young human called (y/n).

Of course the female human was not aware of the situation that developed parallely, thousands of light years from her home; in fact, at this time the girl was not aware of the lives of many of her near ones, but that was what it has to be in the middle of a field miles from the nearest town.

Our protagonist sighed, looking away from her (your mobile phone) to look towards the nearest window, where outside the snowstorm continued to develop at its most violent moment. She frowned, knowing that there were still several days until the weather improved minimally, and she lay back on the bed, looking with longing at the white landscape, and silently wishing that, for once, something different would happen...