The ancestors' names will be those of the dancestors'. The song I was listening to while writing this was Run To You by Pentatonix.

You all sit around a fire in the small cave; you continue to watch the flames flicker. You glance towards the end where the opening would be. But you were too far in the cave to notice any light from the harsh sun light. You sigh as you lean against the troll sitting next to you. They wrap their arm around your waist, as if to stop you from slipping of you fell asleep.

You glance around at the other trolls that surrounded the fire. The older troll who treated you like her child, the mutant that found you, bleeding alone, the mutants' matesprit, who was like a moirail to you and your matesprit, who you cared about with every fibre of your being.

You were all hiding, while the Sufferer preached against the highbloods to the lowbloods, rebelling. This was crazy, but you would follow the Sufferer to death if you could.

You intertwine fingers with Psii before closing your eyes and drifting off into a peaceful sleep. The last thing you feel is a kiss pressed to the top of your head.

~~~

You were all travelling through the plains under the moonlight. Your cloak was pulled up, hiding your face and bright eyes. You feel someone take a hold of your hand. You look up to see Psii walking beside you, looking forward like he didn't notice. You smile and hold his hand tightly, running a thumb over the back of his hand.

You knew that no matter how scared you were, all of those fears would disappear at just the thought of your matesprit.

~~~

"Sufferer, you have been sentenced to death." The troll speaks, looking at the battered body of the Sufferer.

You begin to sob at the sight of the bound troll. You stood between a blue blood and your matesprit. The bright tears drip down your cheeks and onto the dirt bellow. The troll who was talking suddenly stops.

"Well, what do we have here?" the troll asks a rhetorical question, "looks like another mutant."

You struggle in your bonds, sobbing harder. A blue blooded troll pulls you from your spot beside Psiionic. You could hear his screaming as you're lead to stand before the Sufferer. You yelp as you're forced to your knees, your hood is forced back, showing your face.

"How about we remove this one first." The troll who spotted you smirks.

"Do you have any last words?" he asks.

"I love you all." You say loud enough for each of your companions to hear.

You look up at the Sufferer with sad eyes, a smile on your lips. The last thing you see is his crying and bloodied face before the blade is pressed against your neck. Bright orange blood splatters onto the ground, pooling at your saviour's feet.

~~~

You wake up in an unknown land. You were confused, as you had just been culled. You look around you; the landscape was similar to the plains that you would usually cross. Tears gather in your eyes when you see a familiar form standing not too far away.

"Kankri!" you call out.

The troll turns around and smiles at the sight of you. You run towards him, your vision blurs as you wrap your arms around his neck. You could feel the shorter troll tremble as you pull away, red teas dripped down his cheeks.

"I'm so sorry." He sobs.

"It's okay." You smile.

~~~

It has been many sweeps since you had ended up in this place. It hadn't taken long to figure out that you were dead. After some time both Meulin and Porrim came along, but there was still no Mituna. It had been way too long for the lifespan of a gold blood. Now you have given up on ever seeing your matesprit.

Here there was no harsh sun, so there was no need to hide during the day. You were standing with Porrim, Kankri and Meulin. This place was so peaceful, there was no other trolls here beside the four of you, which you were thankful for. But you had no idea where the other trolls would be. Maybe they had their own place to go after they died?

"(Y/N), look." You're snapped from your thoughts by Meulin, who had squealed happily.

"Wha-" you cut yourself off when you see a familiar lanky figure standing not too far away.

Your eyes tear up as you take off in their direction.

"Mituna!" you yell, running towards him.

When Mituna sees you, he begins to cry. He opens his arms and you leap into his arms. His arms wrap around you tightly, sobbing. You pull back, only to press your lips to his.

"I thought I'd never see you again," you confess, "what took you so long?"

"The empress used me to power her ship," he explains, "She kept me alive for so long."

He continues to sob, whatever happened to him must have been agonising and traumatising.

"It's okay," you smile, "we're together again."