My SignlessHe had spoken his beliefs without fear for sweeps upon sweeps, and I recorded each and every word without hesitation, his words dancing on the pages. His endless passion for the equality amongst all blood colors was unmatched by anybody or anything that had ever existed on our planet of Alternia. He had been raised by the Dolorosa, for no lusus would dare take a grub of that blood color, to open his arms to everybody and accept who they are. He was considerate of others and was always willing to sacrifice in time of need. Including himself. We rebelled against the tyranny of the royal bloods alongside him with the help of the Summoner, and we fell together.
They took him away, stripped him, and chained him with red hot iron shackles, his mutant blood burning with all of his hatred and anger. But even through everything—the beatings, the torture, the arrow that was fired into his side, the living hell we were forced to watch him suffer though—he forgave them. Each and