A/N - This is our own interpretation of homestuck therefore many factors from the original story/web comic have not been included. We have also used none-canon aspects for some of the characters. :)
The golden thrown was occupied by a single troll. Her luscious long black hair trailed down the sides of her arms, the rest hidden behind her body. Two large golden-orange horns extended from her hair slightly curved at the top, resembling the top half of the symbol on her attire. Her eyes were wicked and full of lust and power. Her top lip curled, and a sly smile slowly formed as the archbishop stepped forward bowing his head. It was her time. Feferi had failed to prevail as the previous queen. She had conquered the great Imperious Condescension herself. She waited for ages, until the imperious condescension was old and weak, then she struck her when she was most vulnerable. A sneaky tactic, but it got the job done. She deserved this. The girl felt the unearthly power radiate from the crown perched on the alter before her. The one that belonged atop of her head.
The archbishop raised his head and turned to the huge crowd on the floor below him, "Trolls of Alternia, today is the day of a new generation, a new era for troll kind. After many years of anguish and horror we have finally rebuilt our society." His frail voice showed evidence of his age and knowledge.
The crowd cheered and screamed at the recap of their revelations as a species. They were all of high blood, indigo, purple and violet. They all believed in the supremacy of the higher blooded trolls and sought in the justice of the new queen, and the rules she had planned for the upcoming generations.
"It is time for a new reign over Alternia!" The elderly troll shouted as his hands reached out for the crown.
The fuchsia blood stood up from her throne, a small gust of wind lifted ever everlasting locks of raven coloured hair as she knelt down on one knee. Her head bowed.
The archbishop stepped forward. The beautiful crown in his hands ready to be placed on the young trolls head. His hands gently settled the crown atop the dark coloured hair of the girl. "Zyra Peixes. The new queen of Alternia!"
The crowd went wild, joyful shouts and coloured explosions filled the air with warm vibes. Zyra's smile grew wicked. It was time to show the world how a true queen ruled. As she rose, the archbishop held out a supreme gold and pink sceptre in his hands. Either end adorned with a golden star and a set of pearled wings. She felt glorious. She was the new queen of Alternia.
Suddenly, the ground began to rumble beneath her feet. Debris from the castle began to fall on the crowd beneath her who erupted into a state of panic. A blinding light hit her and everything went silent.
The scene replayed over and over again in her mind, constantly bringing back the aching pain in her heart. Zyra was sat glumly slumped over a chair with the rest of the trolls who pulled her into the game. It had been a week now since the events began and her pain was still as raw as ever. Now she was stuck in some strange game with a bunch of trolls she really didn't want to put up with.
"I still don't understand how she got dragged in with us?" A male voice questioned. It was Azarian, he was the only one Zyra deemed as a close friend in the small group they were in. He was of violet blood meaning was of high importance, not like it mattered anymore though.
"None of that matters anyway, she got god tier before all of us within a week. That's the next step for us now. We reach god tier whilst Zyra investigates this area. Okay?" Replied a rather bossy sounding female voice. Urania.
"If it means being away from all of you I guess I'll do it." Zyra snapped back. "You're a burgundy blood anyway, you should be kneeling before me, not ordering us all about," Zyra said smirking.
"You think you're all great, just because you're royalty, but you're just the same as all of us. A young troll," Urania retorted.
"C'mon' Zyra, none of us take the blood spectrum seriously anymore, you're insult literally means nothing to us," Vectuo, an olive blood, replied, his usual cocky grin on his toned face.
"Fine, whatever! I'm going to investigate, probably get more done without you all anyway," Zyra complained as she stormed off.
"Ugh I can't stand her, why is she even here?!" Urania complained when Zyra was out of earshot.
"You shouldn't speak to a fuchsia blood like that," Azarian replied.
"Oh come on, you seriously still take the spectrum seriously? Some of us aren't as privileged to be high on the spectrum," Urania spat at him.
"Well we better learn to put up with each other, something tells me we're going to be here for a long time," Vectuo added in.
Zyra angrily floated through the forested areas of Vectuo's planet, the planet of forests and danger. She hated it here, it was too bright. Zyra looked down at her costume, it was white with a small pink star in the middle. She was the witch of stars. Zyra loved her title, it was mysterious yet it sounded like it had a hidden power. She was told how to acquire god tier by Azarian: he told her it was very dangerous and she shouldn't pursue it. Zyra however, doesn't listen to anyone.
She let out a sigh, her anger starting to melt into sadness. She came so close to ruling the world. She waited so long for the imperious condescension to reach an age where she could barely fight, she planned for years how she would go about taking the throne, only for it to be ruined and taken from her at the last minute. She slumped against a tree.
"This is the worst," She said irritation in her tone.
She wanted something exciting to happen at least, she hadn't had the chance to fight once since she had been dragged to this horrid place. There was nothing here, it was like a void. She was here completely against her will.
Urania slammed her fist into the wall. She despised the blood spectrum. Her type had been treated like outcasts for bearing burgundy coloured blood. She had to fight for her survival in the world of Alternia.
"I think it's time we start searching for each other's quest beds." Azarian said, his voice hinted to his desperation to reaching god tier.
Urania lifted her head to the others, Azarian had always been the type to life the spirits of his friends. He really respected Zyra, for the stupid blood spectrum reason but they weren't in Alternia anymore. That ludicrous nonsense didn't apply to them anymore yet he still treated her like a queen.
"Okay then that sounds like a good idea," She spoke up, "As we're on Vectuo's plant we should obviously make his quest bed the priority, is that okay?"
The two trolls looked at each other in agreement. They were all pretty eager to reach god tier like Zyra. It wasn't a complete shock to them all that she would be the first. She was a strong willed troll, regardless of being told the dangerous behind the process of it all, she took it into her account and achieved her title as witch of stars.
For the three trolls, the start of sgurb had been rather traumatic. It was simply planned for the three of them to take part, but for some reason, Zyra was warped in with them taking her away from her duty as the new queen. However they managed to cope with the accident, as best as they could that is.
Vectuo felt an urge of nervousness. What if they couldn't find this bed? What if he couldn't kill himself?
"But where are we going to find it? It could be anywhere on this planet, it could take us forever to find it, we have no leads," Vectuo piped up.
"We have to think logically, the quest bed is important right? So it'll be somewhere hidden, but also somewhere in plain sight," Urania explained.
"There's only one place I can really think of that fits that description," Said Azarian. "When we first came here it was the first thing I noticed, that volcano, it's even kinda like a trademark of your planet and I reckon that's our best bet," He continued.
"How am I going to get to my quest bed if it's in a volcano?" Vectuo questioned.
"That's going to be the hard part, but even if you can't get in it straight away, locating it will be very beneficial.
"I think we should leave as soon as possible, the quicker we get god tier the better," Urania exclaimed, swishing her long black hair, out of her eyes and over her shoulder. A lot of other trolls tended to stay away from Urania, purely because of her hair, it was wild and it made her look like she was someone not to be messed with. Her horns also gave that impression, zig zagged and pointy.
"It might be a long trip, grab anything you want to take with you" She ordered.
Azarian blew a small strand of hair out of his face, his often posh and sophisticated look, now gone. They had been treading through the uphill forested path for an hour and they had been roughened up by the path. There were pitfalls everywhere and he would have been skewered by some spikes at the bottom, if it wasn't for Urania's quick reactions.
"Honestly, I don't see at all how this planet reflects me at all," Vectuo exclaimed trying to break the silence.
Azarian turned back to look at his olive blooded friend, even his normally smooth face was now littered with scratches and even a bruise - his straight hair was now messy and bedraggled.
"Maybe it is like you, at first all calm and colourful, but maybe you have a hidden side, just like this planet," Said Urania from the front.
Azarian was about to have his say when the light that was previously blocked by the overhead trees was flooding back into his vision. He looked ahead and saw they were on an almost clear dirt path, with the exception of shrubbery and trees to the side, at the end of the path there was a rope bridge, it didn't look to secure.
"Look, this bridge leads to the edge of the volcano!" Vectuo exclaimed in a raised voice.
Azarian looked past the bridge and Vectuo was right. On the other end of the bridge there was a small portion of ground that stopped where the edge of the volcano began. Hopefully this is where the quest bed was located.
Zyra was still stuck on Vectuo's planet. The place was so boring and quiet – she hadn't encountered anything worth her while. Whilst she still tied herself to the group of trolls she was given the role of looking for any other forms of life on here, but to her dismay the only living thing she had seen were plants. No creatures lurked about, no other trolls had been teleported with them either. She wondered to herself, was Alternia destroyed in the process of entering the game? Or was it only the four trolls who were taken from their home? Questions entered her mind one after the other whilst she levitated through the thick wooded area. The sky seemed to dull slightly as she wandered deeper into the forest. A small clearing came into view causing Zyra to subconsciously speed up her pace.
It was a small field in some sort of circular shape, the opening allowed the light and sky to be clearly seen from her point. Zyra tilted her neck to the open sky, basking in the dull light emitting from the sun hidden behind the clouds, it was the only moment of peace she had felt in a long time. The place had an unusual atmosphere though, it was deadly silent. More silent than the rest of the island. It was as if the wind was too scared to even come down in to the field. She floated to the middle, right where the grass spiralled. There was something here with her, she felt its presence, its aura roaming behind the shadowed tree line. Her wand; the one she received at her coronation, was grasped firmly in her grey hand.
As the light began to dim even more, the sky became the colour of a dark grey. She felt the unsettled atmosphere grow tenser by the second. The clouds above her carried obvious signs of rain and the sky itself let loose low grumbles of thunder.
"I know you're out there!" She shouted to the anonymous stalker.
However she received no reply.
The deadly silence was ruptured however when the trees were knocked to the side as if they were little play things. Zyra gasped as a large centipede like creature lunged for her. She dived out of the way, causing it to go right past her. She turned to get a better look at it, it was slimy, and had a strange spiky body with hundreds of small legs scuttling around. She was shocked at the size of this thing. It turned to face her, opening its mouth to reveal hundreds of sharp teeth, just wanting to take a chunk out of Zyra.
Zyra grinned maliciously. This was just what she needed, an excuse to fight, she was ready to go wild.
The creature lunged again but she was too swift for its lousy attacks. She ascended slightly higher into the air, her wings making short work of it - raising her wand and twirling it between her fingers.
"Take this beast," She mockingly shouted from the air swinging her wand around as the ends began to glow a warm colour, "Star fury!"
Swinging her glowing wand at the creature, an orange aura appeared above it releasing orbs of celestial energy crashing down upon the giant centipede. It recoiled in pain trying to escape the scorching hot attack, it turned its mutated head to Zyra and bellowed in anger: saliva and muck spurting from its giant mouth.
"Ugh you pesky shit, just die!" She screamed firing blasts of cosmic energy at the thing, each shot burnt and disintegrated its slimy skin but it still wouldn't back down.
It retaliated with a projectile attack aiming small balls of oozing slime at the troll, each flew straight past her as she dodged with ease. She laughed manically, it was clear to her how awfully developed this creature was compared to her. Beings like this were deemed pathetic to the fuchsia blooded troll.
It lunged at her one more time, she had had enough of this vile creature she pointed her wand at its gaping mouth which was rushing towards her. This was her chance, she summoned a large portion of her might firing a huge cosmic beam, and it went straight through its mouth and through the end of its long body causing it to explode from the inside. The life drained out of it straight away as it chunks of it crashed into the ground, its face landed right in front of her. She disrespectfully spat on the creature. Her maniacal grin only spread further on her face, it felt so good to let out all that pent up rage.
"Scum," She said before turning and walking away from the beast's corpse. "I wonder how the others are doing," She spoke to herself.
There was quite distance between the group of trolls and the edge of the volcano, the heat was unbearable, they were sweating profusely and they hadn't even reached a point where they could see whether or not Vectuo's quest bed was actually in the volcano or not.
"This heat is unbearable," Urania complained.
"It's only a little further, it's not gonna kill us, c'mon," Vectuo replied.
The trio walked to the edge, Vectuo glanced over the edge, there was no denying it, there suspended by four chains coming from different walls of the volcano, was a quest bed. It had a red gear symbol on it, he had to quickly pull his head out from overlooking it and the hot air was too much.
"What kind of aspect is that?" Azarian questioned.
"No idea, but we're gonna find out," Urania said smiling.
"How am I going to even get down there?" Vectuo asked worriedly. "I'm also really unsure of dying, I'm not sure I'll be able to do it myself,"
"Look, if you really want to, me or Azarian can do it, but only if that's okay with you," Urania replied, a hint of concern in her voice.
"I'll do it," Azarian said, almost enthusiastically.
"I'm not sure whether to be glad you're willing to do it for me or concerned," Vectuo replied with a confused smile.
Azarian reached for the hilt sticking out from behind him. The sleek sound of a sword being unsheathed was heard. Azarian stood proudly with his katana over his shoulder.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, how are we going to even do this? Sure you could kill me here, but how will I get to the bed?" Vectuo questioned.
"I have a plan, but it's a long shot and it can go very wrong," Urania interrupted.
Vectuo looked even more nervous now, slightly shaking.
"W-What's the plan?" He asked.
"I can hold on to the edge and then Azarian can hang of my feet and you of this, we can lower you to a chain and then you can use it to shimmy to the bed, you'd have to be very quick. From there I can shoot you with my bow," Urania explained.
"How will I even hold on to the chain? It will be super-hot," Vectuo questioned.
"Azarian take of your shirt," Urania ordered.
This earned confused looks from both Vectuo and Azarian.
"Why would I even do that?!" Azarian asked, outraged.
"Vectuo can use it to get a hold on the chain," Urania said sternly.
Azarian looked at the two other trolls before at the ground.
"Ugh fine!" He shouted angrily.
Azarian slowly took of the shirt, it was quite a large shirt as he was tall and decently built. He chucked it at Vectuo.
"You better let me borrow some of your clothes from your hive after this Vectuo," He snarled.
Vectuo nodded, "Alright let's do this," Vectuo said, determined.
Soon enough they were dangling from the edge of the volcano. They decided to switch it around, with Azarian at the top, as he was the strongest.
"Are you guys ready?" Vectuo shouted to the two.
"Yes hurry! I'm not sure how much we can handle this heat!" Urania shouted from below.
Vectuo nodded and started to climb down Azarian after Urania. He was so close to the chain, he let go of Urania's feet and dropped down to the chain, he looked down at the lava below, it moved lazily, this would have been pretty cool, if it wasn't unbearably hot. He could still feel the burning metal through the top he was using, he'd have to be quick otherwise the metal would burn through. He quickly made his way down the chain, huffing greatly, the pain from the heat was immense and he was almost on the verge of passing out. He was almost there, his breathing rate increased. The shirt didn't last. It burned through and Vectuo could feel it. He let out a scream of anguish, but he held on, he quickly made his way to the bed, tears of pain now flooding down his face. He made a small leap for the bed. He made it. Vectuo looked down at his hands, they were all black and blistered, some olive coloured blood dribbling out. He panted heavily, before looking up at his friends and giving them a thumbs up.
Urania nodded before lifting up her bow. She was going to try make it as painless as she could, a shot to the head would surely be quick. The bow was quite nice to look at, it was white with small gold swirl patterns on it. She took aim and drew back the white arrow, before letting go, the swoosh noise confirming that the arrow had left the string. The arrow hurtled towards Vectuo, before hitting him straight in the forehead. The pathetic slump of his body confirmed it. He was dead.
Urania stood there above the lava and the dead body of her fellow friend, worry and concern began to flow through her body as nothing was happening to Vectuo. His body just lay there with olive coloured blood oozing out of him and trickling over the sides of the bed. She was about to speak before a blinding red light caused the two trolls to avert their eyes, a few seconds later Urania forced herself to look into the light: before her hovering in the air was the lifeless body of Vectuo. His whole figure turned absolute white sending another flash of bright light. She grimaced in pain as the light was hasher than the previous one. Her and Azarian managed to adjust their eyes to the lux, a symbol of a clog appeared in a holographic form on the wall of the volcano.
A sharp gasped echoed through the room. Three heads viciously turned towards the source of the noise.
"…There's someone else here…"