Torn Between Worlds

Chapter One: That Grin

We all know that Alternea has always been divided into two worlds, two cultures as such. The higbloods, and the lowbloods. The colours teal and up are highbloods, the ones considered all powerful, but they are separated into two groups also, the superior and inferior. Teal, cerulean and navy are the inferiors, where as indigo, violet and fuchsia are the superiors to all colours of the spectrum. They are seen as "rightful" rulers over their world.

Any colour lower than teal, was what everyone, except themselves, would call rust or dirt bloods. They were not divided into groups, they stuck out for eachother in time of need, especially against their tyrants, the higbloods.
The world of Alternea had once again fallen into despair, no sign of hope or mercy was shown. With rulers of the three highest castes, being the witch of the sea- Her Imperious Condescension, the famous pirate hunter- The Orphaner Dualscar, and the most terror inducing of them all, the blood thirsty, clown of a nightmare- The Grand Highblood, who can expect a stable and just community?

Trolls broke away from one another, close friends being separated because they were from the two different ends. The troll from the higher of the two castes would be brainwashed into thinking their dear friend was nothing but a useless scum worth nothing more that being a slave.
And it worked.
It worked so well, that within a sweep Alternea was divided just how the highbloods wanted it to be, royal colours on top, rust colours at the bottom. Most lost hope, accepting their fate and serving the oppressors with their lives. But of course, there will always be a small, fragile glimmer of hope in all this darkness. Those who had yet to loose their hope had formed a small yet strong community as they planned, carefully and tactically the overthrow of the highbloods.

Though not all who were considered a highblood rulled with wrath and sadism, one of these rare exceptions was Gamzee Makara, or as he calls himself now Gamzee Maryam. The young boy was absolutely appalled by the actions his own father, brother and ones he used to call friends take upon the world. So one night he had sneaked out of the subjugglator brotherhood while everyone slept, he met with his moirail Kanaya, and his good friend Karkat waiting for him outside. The trio sneaked back into the rebellion's hidden base. Many of the adults sat there communing amongst each other, though quickly falling silent once they saw the indigo boy. Gamzee explained through bitter and sorrow filled words that he wished to renounce his blood colour (almost as if renouncing his faith though that is quite impossible for him to do), he did not wish to share the hue of what once was his family but now were nothing more than monsters to him. The ancestors agreed with open hearts after discussing and seeing the deep hurt in the indigo's no longer light purple eyes that now gave of a weak gray.

He stopped wearing his clothes, stopped wearing his sign and anything having to consist of his blood colour. The only thing giving away his caste was the purplish tint to his skin and signature capricorn horns, which he had no way of hiding. Gamzee had even abandoned his family name, the word brought a cringe to his face and he tasted sour on his tongue. So he adopted his moirail's name, with her and her mother's allowance of course, which the Dolorosa was very pleased to hear as she took him on, caring for him the way she did for her own two precious children.

Gamzee was a fast learner, he did training constantly with Tavros' father and was quickly becoming one of their most skilled members. But the skill the young boy bared was not one of strength, power, brutality or murder, no, it was that of stealth, slyness and cunning, if he wanted, he could easily preform a surprise attack on practically anyone. But that isn't what he intended to do, that is a reason of why he left his home after all. He was almost a spy of sorts, like a secret messenger who hid and listened, carefully stealing information from the highbloods that willingly, might I add unknowingly, gave right to him.