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You're not sure why you did it, the look in its eyes, the fact that it obviously wouldn't survive without help, or perhaps simply crazy impulse. In either case, you're now "stuck" with a newly hatched wriggler. This isn't any ordinary wriggler, that much is apparent. The most obvious thing would be its mutant color, a red so bright and vibrant that it illuminates the darkness around it. This wriggler also has the smallest set of horns that you've ever seen in your entire life! Besides the obvious physical mutations, it also seems to possess a severe mental handicap. Instead of being violent (an essential behavior for wrigglers this young to survive), it seems to be extremely passive. How did it ever escape the brooding chambers if it wasn't already fighting? It's a good thing you found this poor thing before anything else did, you doubt that it would have survived on its own in Alternia.
How did this even happen? You're not quite really sure to be honest. One moment you were running errands for the mother grub (as is expected of a jade blood), the next moment you were cuddling a newly hatched troll in your arms. This isn't right, a wriggler has to fend for itself; that is the way things have always been here.... Yet, it somehow feels so right to hold this troll in your arms, to caress it head, to feel it nuzzle its head into your chest for warmth. No, this isn't right. If you decided to take care of him, you would be abandoning your duties as a jade blood. For reasons unknown, the desire to nurture and care for this young troll continues to beckon you. You are known as the Dolorosa in the centuries to come and you are about to make a decision that will change Alternia for better or worse.