Normally, one's lusus tells their grub that when they are hatched (or whatever) they come from the heavens. That a godly troll of the highest blood makes them and sends them to Alternia to live happy lives, and then pass, so that they can go back home to him. And it seems simple enough, so simple that I wish I could believe it. But where I have come from…it couldn't possibly have been the heavens. The power that I was born with…I suppose you could call it a "high blood gift", because it is callous. It is not a blessing that a loving godly troll would bestow his creation; but rather a curse that he would engrave into a demon. My beloved lusus, along with everyone else present in the vicinity, died when I came onto Alternia. Every troll and lusus was culled in less than a second. The instant my tiny, cursed mouth opened and the sound of a newborn grub's obnoxiously loud cry touched the air…I first learned of my curse. My supremacy over trollkind…it was horrific. If I were to yell or cry, to raise my voice any louder than its soft status, I would hurt others with my own pain or anger.

My six tiny legs scuttled along the dirt as I traveled, attempting to be as quiet as possible, because of the deaths I witnessed when my cry echoed out. I was then found by a troll that was about 15 sweeps. (And if you are a human reading this, then that means he was about 31 human years old. I think…if I did the math right.) He raised me until I was almost 6 sweeps, and taught me of my power. He told me that a troll with such a high blood color was "incredibly motherfucking powerful," just like him. It was when I was just about to turn 3 when he told me that I was his descendant. That I was incredibly lucky to be the descendent of The Grand Highblood, and that very special abilities come with the color of our blood. "One day, you will be very motherfucking powerful, perhaps even as powerful as me." He then laughed and I did not respond. "If you harness that power, you can do anything you motherfucking desire, Kurloz. Did you know that? I can't motherfucking wait for you to become a Grand Highblood." Personally, I hated it. I hated absolutely everything about myself and my filthy blood, and my stupid, horrific power. Who would want to kill others just because they can? I was never big on culling, which he despised about me. He tried to teach me to kill, but I never would try. It angered him, so much to the point that he would hurt me. But even though we had our differences, he was like a lusus to me. He raised me, or I guess you could say that he took me in so that I could care for him, the way a lusus does. But anyway, we were very close. We always have been.

Other things came up as I grew older, small abilities I learned to use that didn't really appeal to me. Mind control was one, for example. I could speak to others through their mind, and control their physical actions. Nothing particularly special had happened in the short sweeps I had lived.

Until I met her.

I was surprised at first that my face paint didn't frighten her away; I thought I looked pretty intimidating. But nothing could stop that little huntress, as she crawled through the tall grass behind me, stalking me. If I had been any other troll, I probably would not have noticed her. Her little palms and paws touched the grass silently and her breathing was completely inaudible. She was an excellent huntress, and I almost felt like a cheater in this cute game because I could sense her glowing mind behind me. Eventually I stopped walking, and I heard her leap out from behind the bushes to attack me. I thought I had a better grip on her mind, but she was a lot faster than I had estimated, and she managed to slice my throat with a claw. I fell to the ground in shock, the blood beginning to steadily run down my neck and onto my shirt. Luckily, I was able to knock her leap off balance with my abilities so it wasn't a fatal wound. As she rolled over across the ground, she almost hissed at me like a little cub, until she noticed the blood running down the gray skin of my neck as I stood up. Or more particularly, the color of the blood.

Her eyes grew huge as she realized what she had done, and to whom she had done it to, and she collapsed to the ground beneath me, shaking and crying, knowing she was to be put down for harming a high blood. Her black hair fell over her small, cat-like horns, and littered the ground in a pool around her head. Why wouldn't she run, and save herself if she believed she were to die? She kept stuttering quietly into the dirt, between her tears. "I'm so- sorry…I didn't- know that you- were…please just- just make it fast…" Heartbroken, I knelt down on one knee to the small huntress in a crumpled ball and took her hand. As soon as I touched her, her small, lean body began to quiver more fiercely. I kissed her tiny, gray hand and whispered, "It is alright, little seeker. I do not wish to harm you, it was only a mistake." She looked up at my painted face suddenly, her dark curls falling past her shoulders in a mess. Her deep green eyes shone through the translucent green tears that had built up in her shocked eyes, and I wiped a thin trail of green from her gray cheek. She was a mid-blood, and a terrified one at that. "You have such a pretty voice." Her eyes twinkled up at me through her tears.

I offered her a smile, and she jumped forward and hugged me at an insane speed. I fell backwards onto my back as she snuggled me up as tight as she could, being careful of her claws and almost purring. "Oh thank you, thank you, merciful and gentle one." I was frozen in shock for a moment, mostly because I had never been clinged-to this way before, but then I relaxed and chuckled quietly.

That was the day I met Meulin, which was the best day of my life.