Prologue - Déjà Vu (TPHtP)

“All right, see you in a bit, Dad,” Parin yelled behind her back towards her father, who was reading the daily edition of DupliNews in the other room.

“Yeah, yeah…” her father muttered under his breath. He could really care less about his thirteen-year-old daughter, but since his wife cared about her so much from some idiotic reason, he decided he’d stay and raise it with her.

The young, red-sheathed duplighost wandered around the Duplighost Kingdom town market, looking for things she could possibly buy for herself as well as her mother with the little amount of coins she had. Though, purchasing something anywhere where duplighosts made up a majority of the population was a huge problem. You would constantly be thrown into traps in order to have your coins stolen from you, to get you arrested by the extremely corrupt knights, or be forced into a gang against your own personal will. Of course, all duplighosts that populated these areas were used to it and could often outsmart their way out of traps and whatnot. Of course, Parin, being only thirteen years old, was not one of these smarty duplighosts. She ended up in a dark alley, with one of the most famous gangs in the entire world - the Duplighost Disciples - right in front of her, led by their ringleader, Dopyle. These guys basically ruled the entire kingdom at their height during Dopyle’s father’s rule, nearly fifteen years ago.

''“Glanis, Gandaan, Talel, Matra, and of course, Dopyle. Great. What have you gotten yourself into this time, Parin?”'' she thought to herself.

“Well, well, well. Look at what we’ve got ‘ere,” Dopyle rused, “A young duplighost all out by herself. How odd is that. An’ she’s got a red sheet and black hair, too. I wonder who she coul’ be.”

“Just get on with it, Dopyle. Yadda yadda, my father killed your father, you want revenge, blah blah. So what are you gonna try this time?” The red duplighost retorted, “I mean, just get the royal guard to bust into my house and arrest my dad.”

Much to her dismay, Dopyle replied simply with “Nah, I think it’d be easier ta go for you first, kiddo. Then the Disciples could just creep up your family tree like Putrid Piranha Plant venom. And then you’d all be dead, dead, deeaaad,” adding an extra singing part to the triple death part.

And then Parin was awoken at four o’clock in the morning to the sound of an angry mob outside of the Pit, and felt an extreme feeling of déjà vu.