A young girl sits in her kitchen, sharpening the arrows she uses to hunt. Her crossbow is laying next to the kitchen door, and her quiver of sharpened arrows is strapped to the back of her chair.
She isn't exceptional in beauty, or talent, and is just an ordinary lowblood, except for one thing- her blood. Though it was rumored to be completely extinct among trolls, Raslah had light, lime green blood. Her horns were shaped like musical eighth notes, and she wore a Japanese style dress similar to the Handmaid's, except her dress was jade green at the bottom and almost yellow at the top. She has short, black hair, that only barely reaches her shoulders. She wore it this way in memory of her adoptive mother, the Dolorosa.
The Dolorosa had adopted her as a grub, and saved her from the very same caverns her brother- known as the Signless, or in most cases, the Sufferer- had been saved from. Her brother was executed a few days ago. It had sickened her to hear the arrow thunk into his body, but he had told her that no matter what happens, he would always love her, and everything would be okay.
Raslah is pulled out of her memory by someone knocking on her door. "Coming!" As she walks to the door, the visitor is getting quite impatient because he or she keeps knocking. Raslah opens the door, and immediately slams it shut and locks it. She runs to the kitchen, grabbing her crossbow and quiver and slinging them across her back before she hears her front door explode. She runs out her back door and into the treeline outside her home. She jumps up into a tree, preparing to jump to the branch of another tree and travel that way, when she looks back. There are two bluebloods running out the door, chasing her.
She takes off, jumping from tree to tree. She heards a loud bang from the direction of the bluebloods, and suddenly a large, rope net with weights on it surrounds her body, tightebing her arms to her side and her legs together. She falls about ten feet to the forest floor and groans at the impact and the feeling of her crossbow and quiver jabbing into her back. It takes her a moment to get her bearings and start struggling to get free, but it is too late, and the bluebloods are upon her. She feels the sharp prick of a needle in her arm, and the last thing she can comprehend is a single word falling from her mouth.
"Brother..."
And then, her world goes dark.