Hail the Rebels
Prologue - Differences
The murmurs in the piazza started almost inaudible but it didn't take long for they become a confusion of words. The days were like this, in the Great Piazza, located in the center of the Kingdom of Alternia, where everyone gathered, whether to buy food from the Great Market or just to gossip around with friends and known. A place where everyone – literally everyone – gathered, whether someone from the lowbloods or from the highbloods. The hemospectrum was the last preoccupation of the ones there, along with all the civil rules, which never were applied on such place. Ironically, the Royal Palace was located right in front of the Piazza, which was home of every legit highblood and the Royal Family. The Royal Palace also made a strong resemblance of a small town, but it was infinitely smaller than an actual town.
One of the most visited spots was the Megido's Tavern. Everyone in Alternia knew that Megido Family had the lowest blood that one day was seen in all the hemospectrum history. But they didn't care at all, always showing their indifference by such meaningless things like blood colors. By any way, there wasn't any single one in the kingdom that didn't like them. Of course, Damara usually was very harsh and thick with almost every people that crossed her way, but deep in her heart, she was kind. And Aradia, well, she was naturally sweet and loving. Their good hearts gained quickly popularity among the kingdom. They had so much admirers that such kindness became a certain problem. The highbloods - fond of such kindness and that they worked in a place where you could drink as much as you could handle – soon started to break some rules to go there. But see, if they couldn't get drunk in the Palace, why not get drunk somewhere else – that's what they thought. Such stubbornness made some of them become renegades by the aristocracy. "Oh well, it doesn't matter!" they cheered, with their cups almost overflowing of beer. Certainly, there were smarter ones than the renegades. They could easily go off to drink and by the beginning of dawn already be found comfortably sleeping in their beds. Of course, there was a need to be more strategic to make such things, which was quite simple if you had one thing: money. The Palace guards – all of them lowbloods – were easy to bribe with money. Actually, the major part of the lowbloods was way easy to bribe with money.
One of those great saboteurs was the chief of the Zahhak family, also well known as the Executor. Well, he wasn't an executor anymore, but those glory days in the past made the nickname stay. But one day, his senses failed with him, making he get so drunk he slept there, with his mind and senses far away to be reached. Such thing made him go through the humiliation of his son going to bring him home. Equius were totally reluctant by such idea – if the man got in trouble and got lost in the bottles of beer until he fell, that wasn't his problem. Still, he went there, sighing. He hated to go outside the palace. Actually, he hated the Piazza. It was probably the dirtiest and most crowded with lowbloods place in all Alternia. Any kind of minimal physical contact with anyone who wasn't of the aristocracy made Equius so angry that he would start sweating. He slammed the door of the tavern as soon as he got in. He was using shades – mostly to avoid any visual contact but in some part because it made him look somewhat cool. The smell of beer started to be nauseating to him, one kind of man used with the smell of milk all day, made him sound like a baby, even if he was in the peak of his 16 years. He almost felt like vomiting. "No" he thought "A highblood can't fell by things so superfluous like smells". Quickly he was attended by a beautiful girl with long hair and scarlet eyes. He almost felt like dropping his jaw. She was the most beautiful girl he ever saw. "Oh, good morning!" she smiled "May I help you somehow?" she said as she went to the counter and grabbed a metallic tray. His heart started to beat furiously "I-I just came here to get my father...". Aradia examined some tables – surely the Zahhak wasn't the only one passed out in that place. Some other men – 15 to be exact – were far away to recover their senses so fast. "I assume it's him?" she pointed to his father "Frankly, you're both so alike!" she exclaimed "Oh, of course, in a semblance way..." she stayed quiet, thinking about how organize her words. In a sudden act, Equius grabbed her hand and fell on his knees "M-marry me!" he exclaimed, loud and clear, even waking up some men and calling the attention of some people in the street. "W-what the...?" she attempted to get rid of him but it was a useless act – he was way too strong. "P-please marry me!" he tighted her hand, that started to hurt "Get off!" she shouted, releasing the tray and slapping his face.
The people around exclaimed loudly, astonished by what had happen. A lowblood beating and smearing the honor of one of the greatest aristocrats of Alternia. That was almost like a heresy. Aradia moved away from him, covering her mouth with her hands. Equius stood up, woke his father and dragged him away, not letting one word behind. The murmurs intensified. That was more than clear. That act, although simple, would exceed any scale of crime that one day occurred.
In the Great Court, people were screaming, all anxious about the trials. Sundays were synonymous of trials. Although it could be considered a crime of high caliber if committed outside of the Great Court Arena, inside the enclosure was a form of punishment in the name of law. The law was supreme there. Any slip could make anyone - except the Imperious Condescension and her daughters - become a slave for the rest of their lives. Everyone was looking forward to the next judgement. Who would have ever thought that there were still mutants in Alternia. Certainly, when one of the great rebels was caught, it was soon found that he was a mutant. A big shock, still, a great source of joy and euphoria took over the kingdom. "Does mutants still exist?", "How he managed to hide that for so long?", "For what reason this kind still exist?" Were the main questions that were circulating over the kingdom. Kankri Vantas, vehement defender of social rights, had been sentenced to immediate death by the Court. His words of knowledge and justice were, ironically, ignored by the Justice of Alternia. Suddenly, a big bell rang, thunderous, echoing throughout the kingdom. Noon. Where all the convicts were dead. The guillotine came loose and in a matter of seconds, the candy-red blood splashed everywhere. The great defender of justice, the Insufferable, was dead. Cheers echoed and expanded in all the arena. It took a few hours for the stadium become empty. The body was taken and thrown into a fireplace, only remaining ashes of someone who was once a hero.
"Hey, Pyrope" Equius approached the girl, who took a few seconds to turn it up. "I did not expect you here" Terezi said, in a tone of irony. "Well, I have a request for you" he handed her some papers "Make it a law". He was preparing to leave when she called back "Hey wait! And why should I do that? You're not the boss of me, or rather, you have no right to influence in any law here" she answered, a little confused by the situation. "Firstly, if I want, I can be your boss on anytime I feel like being so" he said, counting the items of his speech on his fingers "Second, these are orders. Orders of the own Condescension". She flashed a look of disgust as he walked away. "So that's it, huh ..." she sighed. There wasn't needed to be a seer to understand. That would easily trigger a rebellion. "Looks like I'll have plenty of work ahead ..."
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Note: JEGUS DICK I FINALLY DID IT. YES. I FINALLY TRANSLATED THIS FUCKING SHIT. But oh well, here is it. Please, I know that it may sound confusing in the begining but I need to do this before I continue. Also, I'm not sure but I guess this is somewhat a Humanstuck but with the characters having their canon blood colors? Well, that's basically it. But calm down your tits, in the progress this thing will be explained. Have faith in this author. It keeps happening.