Take A Stand

So, this is a fan fiction I'm going to absolutely fail at. It's Homestuck, but with the Ancestors. Basically, their story. But an extra character is added. So, yeah. My Ancestor, woo!

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I was brought into a world of so much hate and corruption . . . A place where you were judged based on your blood color. It was so horrible. . . You could never live freely, and you were owned by the 'Highbloods'. I was a 'Lowblood', as they were called. I had the second to lowest blood color. A plain color, really. White, but it appeared as a silver color when in the shadows. I was a 'Mutant'. . .  Just like The Signless. Such a brave troll . . . He dared to speak what others had hoped in their dreams for so sweeps. He risked everything because of his dream to make everyone equals. He had so many followers. . . All were loyal, all were willing to risk their lives and listen . . .

I was one of his followers. As were his three friends. The Psiioniic, The Disciple, The Dolorosa . . . I met them on one fateful day, when they rescued me from the Highbloods I was sold to. I vowed that I would follow them to the end, even if it meant losing my own life. I had faith in them. I always would. They showed me the compassion, and love of friendship. They showed me acceptance, as I did them. They were my family . . . I would always hold them close to my heart. With this white blood coursing through my veins . . . I will hold onto what future I hope for. What future we ALL hope for. And I will stand beside my family. I will stand strong.   

I walked down the sand-colored path, on my way to the market place. My legs shook weakly, given the fact that I haven't had anything to eat in at least two weeks. My stomach growled at me, but I ignored it. The Blue-Blood I have been enslaved to gave me the order to get more ingredients for tonight's feast. I knew I wouldn't get any of it. That's just how it works. My bare feet were sore from walking three miles, continuously stepping on stones and misplaced twigs. My tattered brown cloak his my face, and went to about my ankles, covering my rags-for-clothes.  My tangled black hair swung into my eyes, annoying me to no end.

I was finally able to see the small market place as I climbed the tiny hill. I sped up my walk, and was greeted by many trolls. I browsed around, finding my needed items quite easily. I started hearing a ruckus to my right, so after purchasing my items with the little bit of money I had, I carried my yellow basket to a large group of people surrounded by a podium.

A troll stood on the stage, a gray cloak pulled up over his head. It was ripped with many holes appearing on it. Much like mine. He had black messy hair, with nubby horns poking out of the hood of his cloak. His iris' were colored a candy red, and  he had a bit of stubble surrounding his jawline.

"My fellow trolls," He started, and it was like I was put in a trance. I couldn't keep from listening to what he had to say.

"We've gathered here today to here a speech. A speech about a dream I've had. A dream, where trolls of all blood-colors, are equals." My blue eyes widened at the word 'Equal'. Trolls . . . Equal . . . ? It was un-heard of!

"I've had a dream, and I've seen something truly beautiful. A dream where a Red-Blood and a Violet-Blood are the best of friends. A dream, in which a Yellow-Blood and a Magenta-Blood are in love." Is this guy insane? This couldn't be possible! I wish it could be, deep in my heart. But, alas, I know it couldn't ever be true.

"This world is corrupted. Filled with hate, when it shouldn't have to be. I've seen acts of the most sublime kindness, and acts of the most vile cruelty." I un-consciously made my way to the front, taking in his words.

"This way of life is wrong. We should NOT be killed because of what blood we possess! We should be able to live freely. We should be able to live in brother-hood, as one!"

"I believe we all are equals. We all are trolls. We are the same. We have the power to over come this evil way of life." His preaching went on, and I felt my lips tug upward, just the slightest.

"This is the dream I have had, of what may be! Of what SHOULD be! I believe this is a vision. A vision of what the Alternian people wish!" I head a roaring sound of applause as he took his way off the stage. I looked up into the sky, and saw a dazzling sight. The sky was littered in sparkling stars, and planets were somewhat visible, if you knew where to look. The sky was a dark purple, and in some places, it seemed blue.

I looked to the moon, and I realized it would be day time soon. I needed to head back. I picked my basket up from by my feet, and made my way out of the market place, back down the lonely trail near the forest. I noticed earlier that on the man's shirt, he had no sign. A signless . . . I thought in my head, and I smiled to myself. His preaching gave me a slight hope, and inspired me to no end.

It tooks many hours to get back to the farmland where my master lives. It was about dawn, which was good. It was near the time for my master to eat. I timidly knocked on the front door, and waited for her familiar face to peak out from the door.

"Why are you late?!" She spat at me. I looked down, and handed her the basket.

"I was fetching your ingredients, mistress. It was so crowded at the market, and I had to walk three miles." I lied, partly. She looked at me angrily, and I didn't realize she had slapped me until I was on the blue-colored porch with the side of my face stinging.

"Next time, do it right! And, also . . . " She grabbed my arm, and led me to the wooden carriage she has. Two beautiful horses were harnessed to it, one being a white horse with gray spots, the other a black horse with brown spots. She opened the back, revealing iron shackles. She looked at me, waiting for me to climb into the back. I did so, but I was losing my strength. I sat down, leaning on the wooden wall with my knees pulled up to my chest.

"Good girl," She hissed at me, and trapped my foot in one of the shackles, then did the same with my other foot.

"I'm selling you to another Highblood. You're being relieved of your duties with me. Though," She had to stop to let out a wicked cackle. "This master of yours will be a sex addict. Have fun, Mutant!" With that, she closed the wooden door, and I felt something bubbling in my chest. Fear, perhaps. Maybe rage . . . ? Both, even . . . ? I didn't know. But, I had to accept it . . . This was my fate. But, oh, god . . . How I wished it wasn't . . . I didn't want this . . .