"There are three kinds of people in the world…"
"Those who remember,"
A young troll sits in her hive, a large tome in her lap, eyes darting from ink spot to ink spot. Before her lives a tale of a low bloods slow rise to power, rebellion and her quick demise at the hands of her peers. Each chapter explaining everything about this heroic rogue and her struggles for equality. The more our young troll reads about the façade the hero took in her work of life, the more she longs for the same adventure to pan out.
To live without such a harsh blood code, mudding up her feelings for a certain high blood. The girl closes the book and hugs it to her chest sighing whimsically, "Someday, Bellus. It'll be your time to shine." Scrawled on the cover in a brilliant shade of burgundy read, The Deceiver; Dame SoulBlur.
"Those who forget,"
An older troll leans against the walls of her companions hive, arms crossed and eyes blank. She's been dead for quite sometime, just like everyone else. One could say that is the reason for her bitterness, but then they would be saying the wrong thing.
"Your hayness, I wish to speak with you about your plans to challenge the higher hued bloods." The blue blooded teen before her started, not meeting her cold gaze, "I know you believe you are prepared to battle but…"
He trails off and the troll girl speaks, "What? You don't think I could pull it off? Is it because of my blood?"
"No, pardon my language if I've offended you, I never meant to herd you into a blood issue, it's just-"
"Just what? A rust blood going to bring down the highbloods sounds crazy to you? Because I'm not good enough?"
"But, you're putting those words in my mouth, horseness," Horuss paused and watched his companion, she threw him a glare and wandered out of his dream bubble. With a sigh he spoke to the empty room, "Raja, I just don't want you to fall under harm."
"And those who rule,"
An adult troll stood straight and proud, despite her bindings and chains, the deep burgundy of her eyes only matched the fire in her heart. And maybe the rage that consumed her? Yeah that sounds good.
Before her was the troll sent to execute her, fitting that he was the Highblood E%ecutor. Or perhaps it was ironic, threw out time and past lives the burgundy blood had always felt in tuned with this royal blue blood. She could dig up any text of her ancestors and find some mention of him, eerie really, how the souls of two could blur together so well. Almost deceivingly.
As he threw her a rather dark leer, she vaguely wondered if he felt the same bond. The bond between friend and foe, hunter and hunted or even heir and rogue. As she pondered this she spoke softly, "My blood will spill," She looked up at him, blue on off brown, "Will anyone remember me?"
He didn't answer, but his strung arrow did.
"…only for a short time."