Rebellion (A homestck AU)

Chapter 1

((I'd suggest you read the description before reading the actual story. (Kind of a no brainer, but still.) This is the weirdest thing I've ever come up with and my friend Tessa (MustacheNarwhalz) is the one who wanted it in writing. So here it is.
P.S. leave any questions you have about the story in the comments and I'll answer. I'm guessing you'll have them))
The story you're about to read is not an innocent one, oh no. this story is filled with excitement, suspense, murder, love, hate, and way too much fucking sarcasm.
Like seriously there is so much sarcasm it's mind-numbing.
Anyway, the story may or may not have a happy ending. I'll just make you suffer through pages and pages of writing to find out. Speaking of suffering, you may be familiar with my ancestor, the Sufferer. And with this information, you can infer that I am indeed a Vantas. Thabre Vantas, to be exact. I'll be narrating this chapter of our story. So buckle up kids, I'm about to send you off on an emotional rollercoaster that goes by the name of Rebellion. Try not to get sick.
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I don't want to burden you with my entire life story, so I'll attempt to sum it up for you. The mother grub caught a rare disease that influences the genders of the newborn grubs. In short, a "genderbend" disease. So I should be a boy, but I am, in fact, a girl. Being a troll of mutant blood, I should have been culled as a grub. But for some unknown reason, I was spared. I was taken in by my former adoptive Lusus and lived with him until I was 6 sweeps. At 6 sweeps, I began to have ideas of equality after the cruelness I would often witness became too much to bare. I left home with my good friend (but not moirail) Marana Maryam, who agreed on my ideas of an equal world. We travel Alternia in an attempt to spread the thought of equality, which brings you to where I am now. Finishing with a speech and heading to a market with Marana by my side. As usual, we would skip town by morning and go preach somewhere else.
As we walk through the creepy parting of trees, I balance the groceries in one hand and hold marana's with my other.
He groans. "Our hideout's just ahead, and it's not even that dark out here. Do you really wish to burden me with the task of comforting you with my emotionless personality?"
"I'll let go if you show me what's under your cloak," I smirk.
He frowns,"I already told you. It's just a t-shirt and pants."
"But It's been half a sweep and I haven't ever seen it for myself!" I whine.
"Why do you need to?"He asks, frowning.
"I feel like you're lying to me."
"Look can we drop it? You've got a big sermon tomorrow and we need to rest, especially before the sun comes up."
"First of all, it's not a sermon. Sermon sounds too formal. It's just a public broadcast of my thoughts-a speech. And second of all, fine I'll shut up now."
Marana nods, and we walk the rest of the way in silence, and I hold on to his hand the entire way. Once we reach our hideout, I nearly collapse in the tent. Today not only consisted of a 2 hour speech, but a 3 hour market stop. So I'm pretty much pooped. I curl up in my blanket and quickly fall asleep.
I am shaken awake by Marana early the next day.
"Thabre! I'm packed and we're ready to go, so can you please just get up already?"
I sigh. "Fine. Whatever."
We roll up the tent and walk to the next town over. Our daily routine has once again met a full circle: find new town, remake hideout, make speech, get food, skip town, repeat. The same damn routine every couple days. I'm not even sure I'm making an impact on any of these people, I hope I am. Otherwise I just wasted half a sweep of my life.