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In the shelter of the dark night, lit dimly by the millions of stars, a grub was born under the Gemini constellation. Here, in the dark caverns, only lit by small glowing lanterns was life first started. Along with hundreds of other grubs varying in shape, size, and color were pushed forth down the cavern by the jade blooded servants, until their eggs hatched open and six little black legs crawled forth into the dim light. It was here that they began their journey to the surface, crawling and wriggling over one another until they broke free, surrounded by hundreds of white beasts waiting to pick their grubs.
As the initial line grew shorter and shorter, our small yellow hatching with two distinctly colored eyes was left standing alone. His small black talons clacked against the stones, looking frantically for someone who would take him in. The Lusii around him mumbled in hushed tones around them, looking towards the small feeble child.
Before long, a tall Byclops walked towards the tiny creature, scooping it into his giant hand before storming off. The yellow grub looked up at his new parental figure, giving a soft squeak before settling down in the warmth of its hand. Together they would grow and find a suitable place to build a hive.
The grub was brought up with a simple name, named after the stars his Lusus found him under. Pollux Castor.
They were the two largest stars in the sky that night that he crawled from the caverns. Byclops had thought it was a rather ingenious name, and Pollux himself even seemed to like it. It was fitting for his class. A yellow shell usually meant this grub was a yellow blood. Byclops wasn't too smart, but he knew that much at least. His eyes meant he was special. That much was given.
As sweeps passed, Pollux grew. As did his abilities. Soon the wriggler at just 3 sweeps old, was able to lift himself into the air, holding onto building materials. He giggled, sending himself flying into the air, putting blocks down on his hive. Byclops hunted as best as he could, getting food for the young one and himself. With his size, he could crush beasts beneath his feet. The food was scarce in the desert, as were many things, but that couldn't be helped.
The young psionic would mumble things to his lusus. The boy found it troublesome to speak. He was mutated, and his tongue was split. It caused his speech to be slightly hindered and he preferred to write in the sand of the desert than to try and fumble through his words, avoiding the ones that contained the letter S.
This was a futile effort though. Byclops couldn't read.
It was on the 11th night of the 6th perigree of the 4th Alternian sweep of Pollux Castor's life that everything changed.