You are Aradia Megido, and you are now stumbling through the alleyways of the lower part of town. The way the town is set up is simple. There is a high and low class part of town, the lower part of the hemospectrum living near the ports and the higher parts living farther away. The humans scattered throughout the town, but most lived in between the two parts just to be on the safe side. Right now you were passing by a human family, who was hanging clothes to dry on a low gliding wire.

You jumped up and swung onto the top of the wire, the shouts of the gang slowly but surely increasing. You ran across the length of the wire till you reached the end, promptly jumping up to catch onto a window ledge as the voices behind you continued to grow at a steady pace.

You brought yourself up onto the ledge when you looked back down. They were father than you thought, but still close enough to keep you on edge. When they were 10 meters away from your coordinate location, you shuffled to the corner of the building, hoping that you could reach an open window as a mean of escape, but found no such luck. All you did was put yourself on an even thinner window ledge that was painted an ugly, faded, yellow that had the scribbled words of an adult troll proclaiming 'we can never l!berate from )(er, she !s powerful and !nv!nc!ble ' in a splotchy, blue ink pen.

Reading that made you shudder, causing a corner of the window ledge to crumble and fall into the pathway of the gang, causing them to look up and spot you.

"After her!" Karkat said, pointing his finger in your direction.

Sollux was the first to react, swiftly climbing up a few crates next to the building, but not high enough to get to the window ledge.

Nepeta and Tavros were shouting at him to stop and let you go, but he didn't listen, and neither did the rest of the gang. They all started to attempt at scaling the building as Sollux got ever so nearer to your location. In a fit of panic, you leapt down towards the street, luckily onto a vendor's awning that was stable enough to hold your weight and bounce you back into the air and to the street floor. You landed on the dirt path, one hand placed on the ground firmly with the other splayed out to keep your balance while you sat in a kneeling position. You glanced back and saw that a few were trapped on the window ledges while many others were climbing back down. The only person who seemed capable of following you at the moment was Sollux, who was now at the chipped window ledge. You took this as your cue to leave, so you hastily sprinted down the pathway towards a two way division.

'Perfect.' You thought, as you dashed to your left, neither Sollux nor the gang in sight as you took one last glance back.

You took this short time alone to see where you were going. You had turned down a more firm road, some pebbles and stones scattered here and there indicating that you were getting to the mid-blood section of the town. You looked up and slowed, seeing that though the sun was still shining, there were large black clouds gathering in the distance. They weren't close, but they were coming in at a very high rate.

You did not like the feeling the clouds gave you.

Now, you weren't the one to complain about nice, stormy weather with thunder and lightning; in fact you enjoyed that type of weather, but these storm clouds felt different. It felt somewhere along the lines of oncoming death and depression. The town went quiet, and every living thing ceased making noise as everyone's attention seemed to be drawn to these mysterious clouds.

The wind stopped and the air you were breathing seemed stiff and musty; the buildings and vendor stands around you seeming more and more dry by the second. You inhaled deeply, trying to regain oxygen but it was stifling and hard to breathe, making you get a little light headed. You tried to focus your attention back on running away, but the thought didn't mingle long considering you dropped to your knees, dust flying into air from the impact.

You tried to look around to see if anyone else was experiencing the same feeling when you realized no one else was in the street. You tried to cry out despite the fact that you might get caught, but instead got out an airy tone of your breath scratching through your throat. You felt your eyes start to drop when you heard muffled running. You didn't know who it was, but they ran over and pointed a white stick at your face, and said some words that sounded like a foreign language.

A bright light flashed in your face from the tip of the stick as oxygen returned to your lungs. You were gasping for air when you felt a nice refreshing breeze sweep over you entire body. You looked up to see who had saved you from a near death experience, but all you saw a blurry outline.

"Come on, get up!" the person said, but your vision was still blurry.

You tried to stand up but you knees gave out half way. You were luckily caught by the rude, but friendly stranger, who put your arm around their neck and their own arm around your opposite shoulder in order to hold you up. They sighed with discontent yet they still assisted in half carrying and half dragging you. You both trudged on like that for at least five minutes before you could finally see properly again. The first thing you saw was your knees, which were caked in blood and sand.

Now you were really curious as to who would help you, since rarely anyone would help you because of your blood caste. You were expecting to see a regular human, but what you saw shocked you so much you almost toppled both you and your savior over.

He was taller than you by only a few inches but he looked like an almost exact replica of Dualscar. There were no obvious scar marks and uneven tanned skin, but even so, everything else looked perfect. Their hair style was the same, even with the extremely ridiculous highlight of violet, their horns, their apparent blood color and their sense of fashion.

"Who-" you start to ask, when he interrupts you with a finger to your lips.

"Be quiet and let me tell you somethin' before you assume I'm being nice to you because I'm not you land dwwellin' scum, and before you run off, I wwould insist that you at least hear me out before you run into that fuckin' stupid loww blooded gang that stupid piss blood and his baby brother is involved in. I can get you out of this and get someone to clean up your wounds, and I promise that the person I'm talkin' about is as motherly as any troll can get. Kan is somethin' else when it comes to that stuff, but she wouldn't be able to beat-"

He finally looked over at you since you'd regained you eyesight, and he took in your messed up form as you decided to take this time to look at more details of him to make sure he looked like Dualscar. Obsessive jewelry collection on both hands? Check. Strong, condescending stance? Check. Glasses? Che-wait, what? You look again at his glasses, and notice that indeed, they are real and were prescription. Hmm, you would have to ask Dualscar later about his descendant to confirm, but your thoughts were interrupted when you heard Karkat's voice.

"Eridan!"

"Shit." Eridan murmured, as he turned to face Karkat as half of the gang filed in behind him. You didn't see Nepeta or Tavros anywhere in the crowd. Sollux soon emerged from the crowd, and as soon as he saw Eridan, he sneered.

"Get the fuck out of here ED!"

"Shut the hell up Sol, and I ain't leavin' here without her!" he said, using his free arm to point at you. His other arm was around your shoulders still. "Besides, Kan will kill me if she found out I just left her like this…" he mumbled under his breath, trying to justify himself to no one in particular.

"Screw that asshole! Change of plans! We need to take her and that's final!" Karkat said, stepping forward.

Eridan then did the only thing a troll in his position would do.

He pulled his other arm out of your view for a second before bringing it back into view holding out the white stick you had seen early. You quickly recognized it as a wand and wondered how it would be affective at fighting if it had just cured you.

Most of the gang shrunk back when he brought it out, but Sollux and Karkat stood their ground and glared at him. Before Eridan could even cast a spell, a very commanding voice made all three boys, and the gang, cringe in fear.

"Karkat, Sollux and Eridan! What do you think you're doing?"

You look over and see a very poised woman, just about the same height, if not a little taller, than you.

Karkat was the first to recover from the shock of her appearance.

"Kanaya-"

"No! I will not except this behavior!"

She turned to you and smiled, her anger at the boys magically vanishing.

"It seems you would like some assistance?" she said, offering you a hand.

You gladly accepted.

EXTRA INFO!: Eridan's wand can heal/cure almost any wound, sickness or disease, but it doesn't do all of it. It can also be used for attacking and defending using a variety of combinations with light, heat and water. His magical powers are on par with a fully matured, powerful psychic.