A small olive blood troll sat on top of the grassy, green hill. Her white eyes watched as the clouds above her in the bright blue sky formed shapes of paw-beasts and other various things. She ran her thin fingers through the thick grass, the cool blades tickling her sensitive skin. She wasn't wearing her blue hat, so a soft breeze blew through her short, ebony hair. Her bare toes wiggled as she lightly gripped the grass. Her Leo tee shirt was stained with her olive blood, though she didn't care; it wasn't the first time she had been covered in blood, albeit it wasn't usually her own. Her last memories flew through her think-pan. The blood of the one closest to her was covering the ground, the deep blue staining her hands. As she turned, her blood ran cold as the highblood looked down at her, his fresh wounds pouring his indigo blood in streams down his face, mixing with his smeared juggalo makeup. Even now, she could feel the stinging of the thick green tinted tears pouring from her eyes. It hurt her heart to have these memories, and a warm tear dripped down her cheek. She was startled by the sound of footfall behind her and a quiet gasp. She turned and a flood of emotions overwhelmed her. Her voice trembled, with both pain and joy. "Equius?"