Sweeps would pass before they meet again. Both parties were unsure if they would ever. So they continued on their ways.
The trio of trolls, Dolorosa, Psiioniic, and Signless would continue their river path; water masking any scent. They would travel for miles, occasionally taking a rest on the banks. But being submerged in water for that amount of time began to wear on them, so they took to the shore. After walking the hills for an even longer time the three came upon a small village, if you could even call it that. It was only four or five little huts, all inhabited by harmless trolls of old age. The group welcomed the young newcomers and even helped them construct a new home. They had no questioning of where they came from, who they were, or why they were there. These trolls only accepted them with open arms claiming that they were much to weary for the strife and hatred. They would rather live out their days in peace.
The Signless was inspired by these trolls. He had always believed these things; the Dolorosa taught him so. The pointlessness of the hemospectrum, the cruelty of the high bloods, he knew of it all. These trolls were really living it though; one of the blue bloods helped repair a bronze bloods fence just the other day.
So he began to train, the Psiioniic too. They trained not only physically, but spiritually. They would sit with the elders and listen to their tales; stories of peace and of hatred. Some admitted to committing some of the foulest crimes, how they didn't care because it was part of their culture. Some told tales of when they themselves were assaulted merely because of their blood caste. The Signless listened to every sentence, every word with the hopes of gaining the wisdom of these trolls.
Then the ruby and gold boys would travel out to the field for their daily physical training. The Signless became strong, his muscles growing. Nothing truly noticeable, for he was a lanky teenage boy. Signless was still rather short for his age but that might have just been because he stood next the Psiioniic on a day to day basis. The other trolls long and even lankier physic bore a stark contrast to Signless when it came to his height. Their training continued, the Signless finding more ways to out smart his opponent rather than over powering. Such as sidesteps, finding their weaknesses, and giving a clear attack to an exposed area. Meanwhile the Psiioniic trained in a more forceful way. His tactics included more of a brash com-right-at-you which might have been more intimidating if it weren't for his stick like figure. He also worked on new ways to manipulate and focus his energy. The two boys grew strong over the sweeps.
At almost nine sweeps old the Signless approached his mother in the cozy hut, the Psiioniic hidden in the shadows not far behind them. She glanced up at her boy.
"Mother, I need to speak with you about something." He began, a trace of nervousness on his face. She raised an eyebrow at him.
"I want…to teach." He slid out. It sounded strange on his tongue, yet right. Now she looked at him full in the face.
"Teach?"
"Yes," Signless began. "Ever since I was a boy you always taught me such wonderful and horrible things. You informed me of how our world was, how corrupt and hateful we as a species are. I learned from you what almost no one can teach. How to love, how to forgive, how to feel." He looked deep into her eyes. "And now I am learning it from others too." He motioned behind him, roughly in the direction of their neighboring huts. "These trolls have experienced and learned so much. They understand what you have taught me all these years and I have learned from them as well. Can't you imagine it? The world we have fantasized about my entire life? A world where we can love and forgive and feel, just as you taught me? This is a world I want. This is an opportunity I have. I can make this happen, we can make this happen. The Psiioniic, you, and I can change the world, mom. I want to teach them what you have taught me."
The Dolorosas eyes shimmered with jade tears. They pooled at the lids and as one began to slide down her face the Signless reached out a hand to wipe it away. She smiled up at him.
"I am so proud of you. So proud." She whispered. The Signless smiled and drew her into a hug.
"Thank you." He whispered back.
The next night the Signless and Psiioniic woke up especially early for their first attempt at speaking to the public. It would be dangerous so they would start with a small low blood town not too far from here. The Dolorosa served them breakfast and kissed them both goodbye (a small blush appeared on the Psiioniic's face). And the two boys were off.
"So how are we going to pull this off?" The Psiioniic proposed. The two hadn't exactly formed a plan yet.
"Er, I'm not really sure. Of course we should survey the crowd before we begin so we know who we're dealing with."
The Psiioniic nodded in turn, a small knot twisting in his stomach at the sudden stage fright. But this was no ordinary speech they were trying to pull off; this could land them in a lot of trouble. Death trouble. Psiioniic swallowed the lump in his throat as they made their way through a field bordering the town they were now descending upon.
The streets were dirty to say the least. Trolls would take their waste and just dump it in the alleys between buildings, rendering a horrendous stench. Both cringed at the wall of stink as it hit them. A passerby chuckled.
"You two are obviously new here. You get used to the smell though." The troll walked away laughing.
The Signless glanced at the Psiioniic with his eyebrows raised. The other mirrored his expression. Then they made their way farther into town.
There was a small market in the center, all sorts of businesses open and selling their goods. Some desperate, some at ludicrous prices. The boys stepped into the midst of it all. Signless took a moment to prepare himself. He took a deep breath in, which caused him to gag on the smell. Recovering from the coughing he tried again, this time with more success.
"Ladies and Gentletrolls, may I have you attention?" He called out, feeling embarrassed moments after for his choice of words. A few passerbyes turned to look but most completely ignored him. Faltering a bit the Signless grasped for words to fill the small opportunity. It was now or never.
"Aren't you tired of all… this?" He began. A few trolls raised their brows, some others lost interest and walked away. Signless could feel the sweat beading on his brow. A sharp blow was felt in his side as the Psiioniic jabbed him with his elbow to continue. He shot a quick glare over his shoulder at the golden troll who only shrugged in return. Signless returned to his extremely small crowd.
"You are forced to live in a place like this, with excrement literally clogging up the streets, just because of what you were born as. Low bloods." Some other trolls perked up their ears to listen.
"W-while the high bloods are sitting up on their pedestals… what gives them the right? Are we not trolls? If you cut us, we bleed regardless of the color. Does this make us any lesser? The answer is no. NO." The Signless continued. More trolls were watching now. Some in wonder, others in fear. Some began to look angry even.
"Who says we deserve this?" The Signless shouted to the crowd, the group dead silent. Then a gravely voice shouted from the back.
"Who says we deserve the honor of listening to you?" The sarcasm clear in his voice. A few trolls laughed. Others looked frightened. Signless faltered. "Do you expect us to have some revolution against the high bloods? Ha!"
"I- uh…" He stumbled over his words.
"That's not what he was getting at at all!" The Psiioniic shouted at the troll. "If you would let him speak you would find out!"
"I'm not gonna waste my time listenin' to a bunch of wrigglers preach about somethin' they know nothin' about." The troll spat on the ground and walked away. Parts of the crowd cheered him on and the rest dissipated. The Psiioniic growled, eyes flashing dangerously. But the Signless placed a soothing hand on his friends back.
"That guy was such a… UGH!" The boy sputtered, unable to find a proper insult.
"Calm down, my friend. It was only our first attempt. We still have much to learn." The Signless spoke soothingly, relaxing the boys tension. "Why don't we relax for a bit since that was a complete failure." The Signless smiled. Psiioniic rolled his eyes at the optimism but nodded and they walked through the marked.
Trolls jeered at the two as they passed, flinging random insults. Once it became to much the boys slipped into a random building just to get away from it.
Inside the lighting was dim and the air was warm and sticky. The smell was significantly better, it was rather enticing. The room seemed a bit smoky and there weren't many trolls inside. Under a spot light in the center of the room was a troll woman doing fantastic feats to the beat of the music. She remained fully clothed and swayed her hips and flipped her long hair; her back facing the crowd. The Signless and Sufferer quietly took a seat and watched.
She turned and bent backwards, hands touching the ground behind her and body forming an arch. It was revealed that she wore a mask. The boys watched her as she pushed her weight on her hands and softly landed upright again. Now she began to dance with the music, her body contorting in odd and seductive ways. She flipped her wild hair and her movements grew quicker with the drums behind her. She raised her arms above her; slim muscular stomach exposed. She then did three consecutive back flips before slowly raising her arms again and shaking her hips faster and faster. At the climax of the drum song she spun in place and landed in a split position, free from her mask.
The Signlesse's jaw fell while the Psiioniic clapped.
"Disciple?"
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