He always was stubborn and ready to jump into a fight, no questions even fucking asked. It's been several sweeps that I've known him now and it's nearing the end of the revolution for equality, I'm not sure when he decided to switch sides but he has been a powerful asset and ally.
Even though he's just a rustblood, he's still on the color spectrum and has a lot more pull than I have alone. Together, we've managed to bring more trolls on the lower end of the spectrum to our side. The Psionic has been most helpful as well, rounding up the yellowbloods and others like him to join our cause for equality.
Over the sweeps, in secret though...I had begun to fall for the Summoner and his off-the-wall humor, his rough-and-tumble style in diving headfirst into a battle. Every so often, I found my chest constricted whenever he was harmed and usually sat by his side until he was well once more. I thought the feelings that were forming in my chest were unnatural, despite that it felt right. Who cares if he was a rustblood? A male? My bloodpusher certainly did not care, it demanded that I act and I never listened to it. I had a revolution to lead, the Summoner and the psiconic at my side, against the highbloods.
I rarely believed that our efforts would change much but I stayed positive, kept a bold front before my followers to give them courage and strength to stand up to the Highbloods. All of which, were a major threat to us all. It was a wonder that none came in the night to destroy us all, though that was probably due to our secret meetings being held in places no one would expect. We had no real base, wandering from place to place to avoid having our hideout discovered. It was fortunate for us, because often the Summoner found spies sent to seek us out. All too often, I had to convince him to let the spies live, despite what they would probably do in turn. If one of them ever turned and blurted out that there wasn't any real place we had to take cover, the Highbloods would use the opportunity to take us out. It would be a deadly blow to us, most of my followers were growing tired of moving again and again though they understood it was necessary for survival.
Also, over the sweeps. The Summoner was gradually talking me into settling in one spot for our hideout, I knew it was a dangerous decision, but I trusted his councel and knew that he would not steer us to our doom on purpose. At last, I had agreed and we began to set up in a place in the cliffs. The psiconic and others of his blood color began to scope out a nice place to carve a huge series of tunnels into the cliffside, one that would confuse and get any intruder lost and usually back at the entrance. My followers were pleased that there'd be a permanent place for them to take up residence, I warned them to watch their back and make sure they weren't followed.
A few sweeps have passed and there hasn't been a problem yet, though that was all about to change. It wasn't anyone's fault, a troll's simple careless mistake that lead the highbloods to our hideout. There was never any blame passed from me, I wouldn't condemn a troll for a simple accident.
All that would done for now, it was to get my followers prepared for the battle to come. The final one that would end this war, once and for all. Either the Highbloods would fall before our great numbers or we would be demolished, it was not an end I wanted for all of these trolls. They were not to blame for wanting equality, it was I who planted the seed in their mind and encouraged it to grow. Though I wanted to go out and tell them to flee, to leave me to the grave I have dug for myself. It was a path I chose to follow and I would see it through, no matter what happened. I knew it was a pointless game, the Summoner would call it madness and perhaps it was but with so many lives that rested on my shoulders...I would be swimming in blood one way or another.
It was dark and storming, the Summoner's hand closed tightly around my own in our shared chamber. Outside the room, there were heavy footsteps moving swiftly as trolls scrambled to arm themselves for the battle that awaited us. Perhaps they would come with the storms, thunder and lightning covering their arrival.
I sighed into the Summoner's shoulder, closing my bright red eyes. I murmured against his exposed shoulder, curling up in his lap. "You should go..before you get caught." I felt him tense under my lithe frame, I knew his answer before he even drew breath to protest. I silenced him with a finger before he could even begin to form the words, "I was prepared for the day I would die. Even if this be the day, I won't drag you down with me. I know you may be willing to die at my side, but I won't let you." I whimpered, latching onto him. "Please...don't follow me into death, you have to live. It's not your time, I won't let it be the death of you."
The Summoner was frowning, he wanted to protest and tell me that this was madness. I knew it, he couldn't hide it from me as well as he used to be able to. I knew what made him tick and that he had feelings for me, "I don't want to leave you..." I sighed and pressed my lips to his, murmuring against them in a low tone. "You never will, I love you and you'll always be in my heart.." I drew his hand up and placed it over my chest where my bloodpusher was beating rapidly with excitement, fear, and worry. Excitement because it was about to be over in an instant, fear and worry for those that would fall on this dark night. Surely, the sun would rise red and bloody. A slow idea formed in the back of my mind, a way to get the Summoner back into the Highbloods' good graces and hopefull not get him impaled due to trickery.
"You have to..." I began, noting the confusing in his face. "Take me hostage, take me straight to them.. You'll surely be spared..." Outrage crossed his features but I silenced his protests in a heartbeat, shaking my head as I nuzzled against him. "You have to..I don't want you to suffer in my stead, or with me even." He sighed, knowing that I wasn't going to change my mind, it was set and I would follow it through to the end. "Just..this once, I won't ask you to do anything ever again." I knew that there would never be another chance for him to deny me, I was walking the path to my grave like a good leader. I was scared, but I would stand up and take my punishment with grace. There would be nothing anyone could do to change my mind.
After leaning against him for awhile, I moved and got out of his lap to stand. "Just this once," I murmured and drew myself up, pulling on my cloak and boots. "We have to get ready, now." I frowned, "I won't mean a thing I say...from here on out." I turn to him as he rises, placing my hands on either side of his face. "I love you..." I murmur and hug his taller, broader form. After a moment of comfort from his hand as it buried itself in my hair, I drew away and braced myself.
Then I turned to start smashing things, of the few furnishing I even had, I broke everything. He soon caught on and started to help me form the crime scene that would seem as though we had gotten into a fight, one that would cause a collapse. His expression turned into one that was true hate, his hands seeking my robe and he started to rough my appearnce a little. Biting at my skin, tearing his claws into gray flesh on my the time we were done, there was little to convince any troll that this was staged.
~ 3rd person ~
Bruised and bleeding, the Summoner hefted up the Signless and hauled him out the door with his lance in tow. The Signless struggled as he was carried, only adding onto the facade that the Summoner had turned. Most trolls were shocked, too shocked to make a move. The sounds of fightning rose, screams of anger and pain echoing through the dark night. The Highbloods had come, just like the Signless had predicted, they would spare no opportunity they had to drag all of them down and slaughter the lowbloods save for the leaders. They would be captured and tortured, the Signless's bloodpusher ached with the regret of leading all of these innocents to their deaths but they would follow their path as he followed his. With pride even, and longing to change the way things were.
He may die, but his ideals...they would carry on through the hearts of trolls everywhere.
The Summoner threw the Signless down, none-too-gently, before the Grand Highblood and pulled his hair to make him look up at the Grand Highblood. "Sire, I've caught their leader. This war is all but over now," he shoved the Signless back down to the feet of the Grand Highblood as he got down on one knee. The Signless didn't move to get up, he simply lay there. He hurt, though it would seem like a mere ache compared to what was in store for him.