The Grand Highblood came down to the dungeons, stopping in front of the Dolorosa's cell.
"Such a pretty thing you are," He pauses, "too bad that you aren't mine."
She looks at him and then turns away. He hisses.
"Turn your face back to me, and come close to the bars!" He ordered.
The Dolorosa did as she was instructed.
"You and I are going to be great friends before you are sold at the auction tomorrow."
The Dolorosa closes her eyes, knowing that there is no way out of this.
"Tell me, Porrim," He starts, "How are you going to feel when we kill your little grub?"
She gasps.
"Don't do anything to him!" She pleads, "I am the one to blame, Kurloz!"
He laughs.
"No." He pauses, "When Meenah gives me the word, I am to take you outside, and to make sure you watch your son die."
The Dolorosa's breathing becomes unsteady, she wished none of this to happen.
…
Outside, the Signless, the Disciple, and Psiioniic stand. The Signless looks at Psiioniic, seeing the mask over his eyes.
"Forgive me, my friend." Signless says.
"It's alright, Kankri," Psiioniic pauses, "we did our best."
The Signless turns his head to see the Disciple.
"My Disciple," he pauses, "I wanted to change this world, I wanted to earn the lowbloods their freedom. I wanted to be free, to be with you."
Her olive tears came out of her eyes.
"Kankri . . ."
She leans her head, gently touching his forehead.
"I wanted to be with you as well, my love."
The Signless gently kisses her lips.
"I love you, Meulin."
She kisses him back.
"I love you too, Kankri."
He gently kisses her forehead, as he stands up. Seeing the guards drag the Dolorosa next to him.
"Mother." He whispers.
She looks at him, gently kisses his forehead.
"Forgive me, my son." She says.
"For what?"
"I made a promise to you when I found you in the cave," She whispers, "I promised that I would keep you safe from harm."
"No mother, don't blame yourself for this," He says, "I am prepared for my fate."
"Kankri."
"You will always be my mother," He pauses, "even in death."
Her tears fell from her eyes. He kisses her forehead.
"I love you mother," He pauses, "Thank you for everything."
She looks into his eyes.
"I love you too, my son," She pauses, "Thank you for coming into my life."
The Condense stands in front of them.
"Make sure they are separated," She glances at the Grand Highblood, "make sure his mother doesn't try to escape from your grasp."
The highbloods did as they were ordered to do so. The Signless stands in the middle, looking at the red glowing chains Executioner Darkleer had in his hands.
"Put him in those." Condense orders.
The blue blood nods his head, and places the cancer symbol chains around the Signless' wrists. His eyes wrinkle together, due to the pain that the chains that are burning his wrists.
"Kankri!" Disciple screams.
He opens his eyes.
"You think that these chains cause me pain?" He pauses, "The pain you will make my friends and my mother hurts more than this!"
"You have no place to talk, mutant." Condense pauses, "You have no symbol, which might cause us to call you the Signless . . . Though, no one will suffer quite as you, we might even call you the Sufferer."
"You are not a real empress, Condense."
"Shut your mouth. Your friend Psiioniic will serve as my helmsman."
The Signless looks at the yellow blood.
"While your love, the Disciple will be a servant to the Grand Highblood."
He then looks at the olive blood.
"While your dearest mother, the Dolorosa," She pauses, "she will be taken to a slave auction tomorrow, who knows what will happen after that."
He looks at the Dolorosa.
"Empress," The Grand Highblood pauses, "I have changed my mind to have the olive blood as a servant."
"Should we have her killed after we kill her love?"
"I was about to say that."
The Condense laughs.
"The fate of your love has changed, Signless."
He looks back at the Disciple.
"Chain him to the stone, keep the ones on his wrist on him."
The guards take the Signless to the stone.
"Wait, we can't have this get in the way." Condense says.
She tares the cloche off from his body. The black pants show, as the paleness of his grey skin shows on his chest. The guards chain him on the stone, high above the ground. The worshipers of the Signless were there, held their hands in the shape of the cancer symbol, the Psiioniic did the same, then the Disciple did the same, both of them being held down by chains. The Dolorosa was being held by hands, she managed to make the symbol with her hand.
"Long live Kankri Vantas." A lime green blood says.
"A true leader." A orange blood says.
"We worship, Kankri Vantas." Psiioniic says.
"He knows what the lowbloods believe in." Disciple adds.
"He will die a hero." The orange blood says.
The Dolorosa stands there.
"Silence!" The Condense screams.
The Signless looks at his followers.
"I will die upon this rock today, for the sake of a better future for the lowbloods." He pauses, "Call me whatever you want, the Signless, the Sufferer, the Mutant. The color of my blood is the lowest on the hemospectrum! The color of our blood shouldn't tell us who has more power, who is the leader of Alternia, or anything. To me, blood is simply blood, we are all made equal. If you think that this is heresy, then I must die. But no one will feel the pain I feel, or any of the other feelings I have experienced. I have felt the feeling of being a true friend to someone who needed my help, I have felt the passion and love for someone I met as a wriggler, and the feeling of a compassion of a guardian who took me in when no lusus wanted me, she raised me to dream and hope!"
Darkleer knocks an arrow to the bowstring.
"You have taken the freedom of a innocent troll, his powers to him help him survive! Now you have taken them and turned them into a curse! You are planning to murder my dear Disciple after you crucify me!" He pauses, looking at the Dolorosa, "You are forcing a mother to watch her son die right before her!"
Darkleer waits for the signal.
"You are all afraid of change, aren't you?! Damn you, highbloods! You have taken hopes and dreams of a troll who is just wishing to see things change." He pauses, "My memory can be erased from this world, but my ideals will never die! You were a fool to think you can stop the rebellion by killing me."
Darkleer shoots the arrow, it hits the Signless in the stomach, as red tears come out.
"And yet, I forgive you for doing this." He pauses, "When I close my eyes, I can see a world where we all work together, and its so beautiful."
The Disciple gets out of the chains and runs to him.
"Kankri!" She puts her hands on his face.
He looks into her eyes.
"Meulin, take my cloche, remember me."
"Oh, Kankri."
She gently kisses his lips.
"Thank you, Mituna." He weakly says.
"No, thank you."
He turns his head to see the Dolorosa.
"Thank you mother."
He exhales his last breath. The Disciple gently kisses his lips again, before falling on the ground next to the cloche, she takes it into her arms and holds it close to her.
"Kankri . . ."
Darkleer knocks another arrow to the bow string, aiming it down at the Disciple.
"Please don't kill me!" She pleads.
"Take the Helmsman to my battleship." Condense pauses, "Keep the Dolorosa here for an hour, then take her to the dungeons."
Darkleer lowers the bow and arrow. He nods his head, letting her leave. The Disciple takes a look at the body then runs away, holding the fabric in her hands as she puts it around her.
"Take the body down." Condense says.
The guards take the Psiioniic to the battleship. He looks at the Dolorosa, she glances up at him.
"I am sorry, Porrim."
"I am sorry for you, Mituna."
The guards push him to the ship, following the Condense.
The Dolorosa slowly walks up to the body, she holds him in her arms.
"Forgive me, Kankri."
Her jade tears continued to fall, she gently rubbed her thumb against his arm, seeing the burn marks on his wrists, she shuts his eyes with her fingers.
"I must be a slave now, you are in death's charm."
She kisses his forehead.
"I love you, my son."