The rain was coming down hard, and the wind was raging, but everything seemed fine here in my treehouse. Kangastride and I decided to call it a night and headed off to bed. The next thing I know, I wake up in the field outside my house covered in blood, my lusus on top of me, covered in stab wounds. Whoever killed him, was after me…
I was walking through the field with Usagi when we saw my moirail, Torbac just sitting there. Usagi was happy of course because her best friend is Kangastride, but as we got closer, we saw Torbac, on the verge of crying. Kangastride had been culled. On Torbac’s 6th wriggling day too… I then remembered that I was holding a present. It had the perfect thing in it. So I insisted that he open it, and go install as soon as possible, now was the best time to do it. He said that he was too depressed to go to his computer and took a nap. I don’t think he understood. So I went inside his hive, and grabbed his laptop and a pair of Maximo’s old sunglasses. I’m sure he wouldn’t have minded. Several minutes had passed, but I was almost done. And DOOOOOOOOOOONE. Zivali, WAKE UP!
I hesitantly awoke, and I saw… Kangastride… How is that even possible?
Well, he isn’t quite alive, but not quite dead either… he’s your kernelsprite, he’s going to help you as you progress through SGRUB. You can’t say no bunny boy, how else could you ever repay me for reviving your lusus?
Conill! I went to your house and your sister said you were out, by the central field, supposily to meet a … who’s he?
His name is Torbac, Bruixa. Which leaves me to part two of your wriggling day surprise Torbac, this is Bruixa, but I think I kinda just said that just a second ago… I figured since I’m the only troll you ever converse with besides your brother, that I would bring you two together. I say you two compliment each other’s nature just fine. He he he.
I see your lusus is now a sprite too Torby. This idiot who was trying to become my matesprit let poor Aurora out of the igloo, and she died from the heat. Apparently he was trying to “help” That asshole couldn’t help a drowning fish in shallow water. He’s most likely the one who killed him too. He’ll do it to any landweller, except me, it might’ve been an accident, I dunno. He seems to like me because my blood isn’t too high or too low for his tastes.