A young fushia pick blood troll holds up her prop, a fake head of a lowblood, stands in the middle of the stage.
)(e used to be our savior
Preac)(ing to other lowbloods
Per)(aps his deat)( will mean not)(ing
T)(ese are lies
Lies that die
Other members of the cast came onstage, the male dancers coming out first. Jumping and leeping off the ground as they continue their rutine. Light on their toes, the female dances join the males in their mixed rutine. More leeps into the air, knee kicks, arm strokes, and back bends. Among the dancers happened to be a rare jade blooded female troll.
The highbloods have won
Now all of our world can be at peace
Greatness should spread
A crease of danger in our world
Now we are at peace
Another troll walks in, a tall troll, with a purple streak in his black hair.
Sad to return to find the land I lovved
Once threatened by the highbloods
Yet we still live
At least for now
The male dancers start to take over the stage as they move their bodies. Arm bends, leeps into the air, back bends, and spins. Soon the female dancers joined along with them, knee kicks, spins, arm strokes, back bends, and hand motions. The male dancers, shirtless, in grey war leggings, continued to dance their rutine as they arch around the female dancers. The femal dancers, in a strapless tank top; with green, red and gold colors in the fabric; a skirt that was slashed, in the same color of their shirts.
The lowbloods scream out in anger
This is not the end
For we are the true victors
Our savior still lives
We have won
Life is ours
"And cut!" A troll says.