Author's Notes: Hello All! Just to begin this is my first ever fanfiction. I have never
attempted to publish even though I have had some pretty rad ideas in the past. I hope
you like it. Please R&R your feedback keeps me going. Also, I am in need of a beta reader.
I have trouble writing for certain characters and need some well versed in motivations of
certain characters. With that said, I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.
Disclaimer: I do not own Homestuck nor any characters associated with Homestuck.
PROLOGUE
Years ago, but not that many, two different universes intertwined in a game orchestrated
by demons of power who desired nothing but total destruction of all of existence. They
almost achieved their goal, reducing everything to post-apocalyptic conditions. However
the destined chosen heroes, a mere group of children young trolls, were successful in
becoming god-like beings, beating the game, and saving their respective worlds. But, as a
result, something happened that could not have been foreseen. Earth and Alternia, the
planets of both races, became fused into Altearthia. The games from which all their
discord began, Sburb and Sgrub, were never introduced and the player's minds were
wiped of everything they had experienced with each other. Everything was reset back to
its original starting point before any adventure the kids or trolls ever had. The chosen had
no memory of their losses and no understanding of the victories they had achieved with
one another. Everything was forgotten and the trolls and kids lived their lives as they
would have done without the game that had led both their worlds into oblivion. The races
of both planets knew not of what had befallen them. The two races, due to prejudice and
a unexplainable hatred, refused to intermingle and willingly separated from each other.
Humanity remained on the surface living in large bright cities, while the trolls claimed the
vastness of the underground living in subterranean hives. Strife rarely occurred between
the two races, whether due to the fact of how powerful the human race had become or
because the troll race had no interest in human lands, no one could say. The trolls hated
the burning light of the sun and in the same manner the humans abhorred the darkness
of the underground. Even though there was peace between the two races, there was no
love. On the surface, the trolls were vilified, considered a mysterious and savage race in
which humans avoided all association. What the trolls thought of the humans, no one
knew. As for the legendary heroes, fate brought them together and fate tore them apart.
Their reward for success resulted in peace of both races, yet deprived them of their god-
like powers and memory of their former associations. However, what is life but the
threads of fate spun upon a revolving spindle.