A/N: Hey all. So I'm going to start posting the next main entry of my series, Forever Yellow, later today. This teaser, therefore, is for a little side-story that I have planned and will be writing at a slower pace than the main one.
Enjoy! And look out for the first chapter of Forever Yellow in a few!
Disclaimer: What you recognize as canon belongs to Hasbro.
Bonus Chapter 2: Glory to the Light
"Glory to the Troobian Federation! Glory to the Light!"
He joined his classmates in echoing the words, doing his best to make it sound just as strong as they did. Then he lowered his arm and turned, following them out in a perfect line.
As they reached the exit of the Academy, the line dissolved into a blob, which then dispersed in various directions. He oriented himself towards home and stared straight ahead, walking quickly. He felt the looks, the disdain, but he ignored it.
He arrived home to find his father already there. "How was school?"
"The same as it always is."
"Good."
He frowned.
His father studied him. "That is what it is supposed to be. Every day is dedicated to the glory of the Light. Always we must be moving forwards and advancing our glory."
"We're not doing anything to advance it."
"Is that so?"
"We're Troobians. We should be conquering worlds and spreading the Light throughout the universe, as we have done for centuries."
"The time of war and conquest is over. Now is the time of peace. All known civilizations have been made to understand the Light. Glory to the Troobian Federation!"
He looked down. "Glory to the Troobian Federation!" he echoed. Then he turned and walked away.
Once beyond his father's sight, he stopped and shut his eyes. The darkness and fires that filled his dreams appeared to him once more. There were more worlds to conquer. He knew it. The Federation should not have just stopped like it did.
He heard the voice, the one that echoed through his dreams each night. He didn't know whether it was the Light itself, but it filled him with pride. It resonated with the promise of purpose, of future glory.
"Grumm… I have chosen you…"