Homestuck; The Constallation Prophecy

Chapter Four

Lunara stands there, puzzled. What did Dallas mean; The Leak? Who was this troll and why was their name what it was? Dallas rubs the back of their neck awkwardly at the reaction.

"The Leak?" Lunara finally squeaks, confused but intrigued.

"Yeah. She was said to have been a huge traitor to the Highbloods. And having been one herself, she was shunned. But not after having been branded with the symbol of their Treachery." Dallas tells Lunara, eyeing the symbol that was on the front of Lunara's tank top. Lunara looks down at her chest, then back up at Dallas.

"Is that why Vriska always calls me traitor? And Terezi makes me be the defendant in our FLARPing sessions?" Lunara probes, but Dallas only shrugs.

"More than likely. Leak wasn't exactly liked by either Redglare nor Mindfang. But once she joined the Rebellion, Mindfang seemed to warm up to her. At least, that's all I've really been able to decipher from the Archives my Ancestor had left." Dallas explains.

"And... Who exactly was your Ancestor?"

"Uh... I honestly have no clue. Heh." Dallas answers Lunara, nervously chuckling and rubbing the back of their neck in embarrassment. Lunara sighs, unsure of whether or not to trust the troll in front of her. Dallas just stands there, almost as though they are awaiting the verdict on what Lunara thought about them. She is soon broken out of her reverie as images flash through her Thinkpan and make her eyes grow wide.

The image of a tall, wild - haired male troll with a purple outfit, most likely the color of their blood, roars rather loudly at a room filled with trolls, male and female alike. The troll before him stands almost scared. Timid and afraid. The fringe of her hair covering her left eye as an almost violet colored substance leaks down her cheek. Another female stands proudly in front of the bleeding female, smirking as one of the swords she holds is covered in the dark colored blood.

"Hey, you ok?"

Lunara is pulled back to the present as Dallas waves a hand in front of her face, their russet orange colored eyes filled with worry and confusion. Lunara blinks a few times and looks around, finding herself not in the large room, but at the Cliffside with Dallas.

"Huh?" Lunara asks, confused about what had just happened.

"What did you see?" Dallas asks excitedly, their eyes shining with curiosity. Lunara shakes her head, almost as though willing it to become clear.

"I-I... I don't know..." Lunara answers, thoroughly confused. Dallas' shoulders slump slightly.

"Oh... I thought that maybe you would have had some sort of vision." Dallas admits, seeming rather upset and let down over this. Lunara can't help but find their sudden feelings slightly annoying and rather childish. But then again, Lowbloods did seem to be slightly more rambunctious than Highbloods. But, ironically so, Lowbloods also seemed to work harder than Highbloods, needing to do more to be acknowledged by the other trolls in both combat, and in everyday life. Ever since the old days, as in the stories Aurthour had told Lunara and Equius when they were Grubs, Highbloods all seemed almost to have everything handed to them on silver trays, while the Lower Blooded trolls were forced to scavenge and scrape in order for their lives to mean something. Lunara did not agree with these views, but knew better than to argue with her Lusus.

"What do you mean?" Lunara enquires. The other troll perks up slightly, seeming as though they had been caught in some sort of story sort of lie. Their lips kind of pucker into a kind of weird line and they blink a few times as they choose to stay silent, "Well?"

"Well... According to the Archives left by my Ancestor, the Leak and all her descendants would sometimes get glimpses of their future or their pasts, kind of like the Heir Of Doom and the Vision Two-fold that the Captors are famous for. But it is always just glimpses, not full stories or the full explanation. It's actually something that I have always found just fascinating!" Dallas tells Lunara, clapping their hands and jumping up and down a few times. Lunara takes a single step back, taken aback by the sudden burst of quirkiness. There was no other way to explain it; Dallas was one quirky troll. It was the only word Lunara could find to describe the sunset orange blooded troll.