The Guardian has forced me into another one of her silly plans…keeping a diary of some sort… Although I have decided that drawing is a much more efficient process of describing people and places ,I feel as though this first part should be my writing. I believe that my personality and situation would be better described in words, if I ever even get to the explanation.
Before I begin, I wish to note that I am quite far into my story at the moment, and my memory has begun to fade, regarding details of specific events. This whole story began when I decided I did not want to follow the path of the cerulean blood; to become a space pirate and to serve The Condense. Even as a wriggler, that particular fate never appealed to me. Therefore, I became the Renegade. From the moment I made that decision, I lived off the kindness of lowbloods.
Eventually, the one called The Signless arose. Before his revolution began, he came to the lowbloods and preached about how the world should truly be. It was the eye opener for me; a realization that what I had been taught wasn't necessarily true. We were being leaded by a few individuals; Her Imperial Condescension, The Grand High Blood, Dualscar, The Monastic. The Condense, overall, holds the power and control. The Monastic should have fought her for power, yet he took second place. To all of us trolls, it was a suspicious and discouraging occurrence. The Grand Highblood's ascension didn't help either. The other subjugulators rode his coattails into power. They freely murdered lowbloods and raided their villages.
By this time, there was a full scale revolt, led by the Signless. The two ends of the caste were going against each other in a violent and deadly war. I, as a runaway cerulean blood, was in just as much trouble as any other deserter or low blood. So I went into hiding. Soon I began to recognize others in my same situation, and they would welcome me into their groups for a short time. It was never a long stay. Groups were dangerous to be in. I soon learned how to walk unseen through occupied areas.
I was not caught until I let down my guard. I had been without rest, food, and water for quite some time, so I went looking for The Keeper, one of the rebelling gold blood leaders. She was The Guardian's matesprit, and the reason for the indigo blood's abandonment of the subjugulators. After I found The Keeper she offered keep me in a safe house of sorts. It was basically a tent city made for red and orange bloods that was open to any whom were in need of a place to stay. I was aloud to stay in The Keeper's tent for a while until my strength returned. I thought it would be a nice, pleasant stay. I couldn't have been more wrong. That night, The Monastic sent blue bloods to torch the camp, and my weak state allowed my attackers to capture me easily. The rest of this story should be told in pictures. Whether or not I decide to do so is questionable, as it is the story of my betrayal of my friends and all the other low bloods that helped me.
The story has yet to end. As I am writing this the lowblood are being defeated and pushed back. The Signless, or should I say The Sufferer, was killed by Darkleer. The Psiioniic was taken by The Condense. The fate of the others has yet to be revealed. Because of what I have done, I soon shall also seal my fate. The end of this story will be written by another author, and I hope future trolls will not encounter what I have, and this will not need this information or these sketches and maps I will have inserted. May the teachings of The Signless be passed down through our decedents so they will know not to be ruled by their emotions as I have. It is a horrible and painful thing. It destroyed my friendships, and it will lead to my death.
Cerulean Renegade
