AN: Okay, this is a bit of a spin off, for my own amusement. It's going to be a cutesy heart warming story. Homestuck's who don't read my story "The World They Made" may see this as nothing but a fan story about boring original characters... that's only half right. I don't want to spoil the main story this derives from, so I'm not going to elaborate on that... despite how obvious it may or may not be.

Ether way, for those of you who have read "The World They Made" you might want to check that out. I hear it's pretty good. ;)

Anyway enough of my blabbering enjoy the story!

Chapter One:

Xane was 2, he was out exploring the forest. His dad had brought him out to camp. He was happy. It was the first time his dad had done anything outside of just lock himself in his room since his mom had passed away. It had been sad. It was still sad. It would always be sad. However, this weekend, he had gotten his dad back and that was so great. Xane thought about a lot of things as he walked, his small little head full of scenarios and what if's. He was too young to know better than to blame himself. He wondered seriously, just days before, about how to bring his mom back. He thought maybe if only he had done this or done that… maybe she'd still be there and he and his dad would be happy. He thought of things like this. It was hard not to. He did not know that it didn't matter what he'd done. Because it wasn't his fault. He didn't know that. So he blamed himself.

Xane was supposed to be looking for fire wood. He was just wandering though. Following random animal and lusus trails. He had a small bundle of sticks in one arm and he absentmindedly smacked the bushes as he walked with a stick in his other hand. He stopped though as he heard a small strange cry.

Dropping his sticks he pushed the tall grass aside to see something small and red wiggling around on the ground. He fell backwards out of shock. "What's that?" He gasped. Getting to his knees he crawled back to the clump of grass and parted the stems. He could see the small mass trembling. He watched for a moment before he saw it shake and heard a small cry leave it. He stared in awe. He didn't know what it was but it was a live. It shuffled around and stretched out. He realized it had been curled up and he could see as it moved around that it had a face.

His head tilted in curiosity. It was kind of gross looking but at the same time… it was really cute. He crawled closer and the creature froze. "Shh." Xane said almost on instinct. "It's okay…"

The creature hissed at him showing off small pointy teeth. Its little red eyes were wide with fright. "I won't hurt you…" He put his hand out like he would with a cat or a dog. To his surprise the small being sniffed at him. It licked his hand and chirped. It was then he noticed that red blood was seeping out of a wound on its side. "You got an owie…" He reached out a tentative hand and touched the little guys head. It had black fussy hair falling messily around its baby like face. "Wow…" Xane said it was really soft. Suddenly he pulled back his hand quickly out of shock as something pricked him. "Ow!" He felt tears fall from his eyes as he put his hand in his mouth. This thing was mean!

Then it did something unexpected it crawled up to him, its small bug like legs hooking on his pant legs. He was scared. He wanted to run, but the creature let out a small cry and his panic stopped. It sounded like it was more scared than he was. It cried again, as if it was asking him specifically for help. With struggled effort, the small grub like child found Xane's lap and spun around a couple times. Xane watched amazed as it curled up. It closed its eyes and it let out a short purring like sound. Xane sat there a moment staring at it till it started letting out small quiet snores. He didn't know what it was. He didn't know why it was out here, but it was small and it looked like it was hurt. He looked at his finger. It had a small prick. It looked like when he'd caught his hand on a rose thorn just a couple of folds ago at his aunts. Carefully he pushed the hair of the small being back and stared surprised at the small sharp little horns he found. "Wow."

He realized that that was what he'd touched. As the little red mass let out a soft coo he felt a sense of purpose fill him. This little guy needed him. He needed protection and Xane could do that. He could help this small grub like animal. He just had to show his dad. Maybe he'd let him keep the small thing. It was about the size of a cat he thought.

Making up his mind Xane carefully put his arm under the grub and lifted it like a baby, it shifted slightly wiggling its small little legs and let out small squeaks of protest. Shifting his weight awkwardly Xane stood and made his way back to camp.

At first his dad was surprised. Than he was worried. He explained to Xane that the small grub he'd found was a baby troll. Xane looked at the small form that was curled up in blankets near the fire. His dad had cleaned and wrapped its wound. He thought of a friend of his with large horns and gray skin. Did he look like this when he was a baby too? "Why's he out here alone?" Xane asked.

"There must be a brooding cavern nearby." His father said. "It looks like this one failed to find a lusus."

"What does that mean?"

"He's an orphan. He… doesn't have any one to take care of him."

"We can take care of him though right!?" Xane asked worried. "If he doesn't have a mommy or daddy someone needs to take care of him."

His father looked really uncomfortable as he studied the sleeping baby troll. "I can't promise anything." He finally said. "But I'll make sure he gets a good home- one way or another."

AN: Well here we go, the story begins. I hope you enjoy this as much as I do! :D