Sorry about the spastic updating. its gonna be a bit weird.
Please, Please, Please! Review this and let me know your suggestions. I really want to make this a good thing.
Also, this is simply a prologue so please don't think that every chapter will be this short. But if you want me to make it longer then let me know. If you want me to do ANYTHING related to this story then please let me know.
When you were a psionic slave, life sure as hell wasn't easy. Psiioniic had a rough childhood, being taken away from his lusus as soon as he could work, becoming a slave right off the bat. He thought about all this as he ran through a forest. Things couldn't get much worse than this. Being only six sweeps old, he was running away from his previous abusive master.
He ran and ran, not stopping. Soon he found himself in a camp of some kind. Adrenaline still coursing through his veins he paused, a rustling sound came from behind him then the snap of a twig. He spun around and found himself face to face with a tall woman, sharp horns and long fangs. Psii jumped back, powers flashing and sparking. The woman walked forward. "Hush child, I won't hurt you", she said in a soothing tone. The young Psiioniic lowered his hands and let himself calm down. "Who are you?" he asked.
"I'm Porrim. Porrim Maryam. And you are?"
"Mituna."
"Its nice to meet you Mituna. Are you lost?"
"No… I'm running away."
"Running away? You wouldn't be a slave by any chance…"
"I WATH a thlave. I'm not now. I ran away."
"Right, of course Dear."
Psiioniic stared up at the woman as another troll walked up, this one appeared to be the same age as Psii. However much shorter. Psii crossed his arms. "Who'th that?" he inquired, motioning to the other troll.
"This is my son, Kankri."
"Your thon? You mean you're his luthuth?"
"Yes."
Psiioniic was speechless…How could this be? Was it even possible? He decided to ignore it for now.
"Kankri this is Mituna."
She nudged the smaller troll and he looked up at her before removing his hood and smiling as he extended a hand to shake. "It's nice to meet you Mituna. As my mother already said, I'm Kankri."
Psii reluctantly shook the boys' hand and nodded a little. "Yeah. Thame."
"Are you in need of a place to stay?"
Psii nodded more. "Yeah…But a thafe place where no highbloodth will find me again."
"Well, you're welcome to stay with us."
"Really?"
"Of course, Dear", the lady insisted.
It took a few days but Psii was soon adjusted to living with these two. They were always kind and it seemed like he had finally found a friend in Kankri. Psii had started using his psionic powers to have fun, something that had never been possible for him before. They began traveling from town to town with Kankri speaking in some places about blood color equality. Things were good though. Well, not good. Things would never be good, but they were much nicer than before. Psii was actually happy. Happy, with a friend and someone who looked after him like a lusus. Friend? Was it even friendship any more? It was far more like they were brothers. They were always together, never to be separated. They were possibly the happiest they had been so far. Life was good. Hard, but good. It had been a long time it seemed since thoughts of his previous slavery crossed Psii's mind. However, the thoughts would soon return in the next town that the young Signless would speak in.
It was a town near a dock. Aquatic sqwak beasts flapped around in the air screeching and stealing the occasional chunks of bread from some trading stand near the wharf. Large ships populated the docks and mooring posts. The salty air filled with the smell of fresh caught fish that sailors were unloading from their laden ships. Psii looked around, smiling at the surroundings. Everything seemed peaceful. The young Signless began speaking. Psii stood in the crowd. He listened happily to his friends speech.
"Friends, strangers, warm hues and cool hues. Lend me your ears. The oppression of our friends can last no longer. Treat your fellow troll as you wish to be treated, with kindness and equality…" he continued with the speech. The crowd grew. Mostly lowbloods, some cooler hues as well. Psii was happy for his friend. The Signless seemed to start making a difference with all the people he spoke to. After Signless had stopped speaking, and the crowd began to disperse, Psii looked over at the docks and noticed several imperial war ships. Psii didn't pay much attention to the heavily armed ships. As Signless, Dolorosa, and Psiioniic began walking back to their camp, Psii found himself grabbed from behind and pulled quickly into a diverging alley way. A heavy collar was classed around his neck and a wad of cloth shoved into his mouth to keep him from screaming. Seven sweeps old now, he would be a a valuable slave. He began struggling around, trying to free himself from the assailants' powerful grasp.
"Hush up kid. You're my slavwe now. I suggest ya stop tryin' to get awvay."
Psiioniic froze. He tried desperately to shock this man with his psionics, to no avail. A collar like this had not been around his neck since he was little. It neutralized his psionics… He couldn't get away. He ceased struggling and gave up on trying to get away. Hope was gone. Would The Signless go looking for him? He knew he wouldn't be found… He mentally wished his friend wouldn't look for him.
Please let me know what you think, I want to do everything I can to make this good. Also, I'm sorry for the weird updating again...
