Note: The titles of the chapters will be the name of the character that is narrating. This is necessary because Trinity is written in the 1st person. Enjoy.
Okay, I think I made Tanslie's gender a BIT clearer, but then again I'm not sure, please tell me if I need to add anything.
Intro: Tanslie
It was so quiet outside; it was as if everything was holding its breath, waiting for the world to change. I thundered up the wooden stairs of the shop, late for yet another meeting. As I reached the final steps, I saw a faint light glowing from the single room at the top of the stairs. I burst into the room, panting, and saw Wyndegan, sitting patiently in a chair.
"You're late," he said. I didn't have the breath to answer him, so I sat down in the chair opposite of him instead. Wyndegan looked over me as I rested. My long, silver hair was tied into a sloppy pony tail and my pink shirt had stains in it. Finally, I gained my breath back and looked at Wyndegan. His purple hair was violet in the candlelight and his gray eyes were shaded.
"Wynn, any news?" I asked. Wynn looked at the ground.
"No news," he said," No one in the resistance has been able to contact each other. It seems that the Empire is getting smarter. It's harder now, what with spies everywhere we turn. It's a miracle we've managed to last this long," I nodded, the security had gone up. I knew it would have been only a small amount of time before we would be forced to take extra care.
"We need a new headquarters, Tanslie, we can not stay here. What use are we if we are forced to stay in hiding?" this question also burned inside of me, but unfortunately, I had as much answers as him.
"Have you ever thought about giving back what we took? Do you think that would make a difference?" I asked sharply. Wynn looked up, surprised that i would mention such a thing.
"Do you know what that would mean, giving back his greatest weapon? Do you think that the Overlord would lessen his punishment once we returned what was stolen from him?" he asked. I stared at my hands, embarrassed at what I had said.
"It isn't just an item that we can destroy, Tanslie, it's the Overlord's daughter, a human being. We can not kill her because she hasn't done anything to cause harm. She doesn't even know her own father and the destruction he has caused and I plan to keep it that way," Wynn stood up and looked down on me.
"Please don't mention that idea again," he said. Wynn paced the floor. During his silence I did a quick scan of the room. It was the same as always: small and a little stuffy. A torn green rug sat in the center of the room and a single, slanted window was cut into the wall. The only objects in the room were the two chairs that Wynn and I occupied and the candle that burned on the windowsill.
Finally, Wynn sat down and passed a hand over his tired face.
"What was I thinking, starting the resistance? We're a bunch of teenagers, trying to fight a losing battle," Wynn groaned.
"You said that last week too," I replied," And do you remember how I answered?" Wynn smiled and looked at me.
"You said that if I gave up, you'd personally hunt me down, rip out my spine, and call me an idiot for quitting," he said.
"And I still hold true to my word," I replied. Wynn shook his head and laughed. My heart started beating wildly when I heard a creak down below me. Someone had heard us. Wynn extinguished the candle and put a hand over my mouth. A thumping noise indicated that someone was climbing the stairs. The door opened slowly and light spilled into the small room. Wynn pulled me into a corner.
"Anyone there?" a voice called out, rough and tired. After many minutes, the person left and his footsteps disappeared. Wynn let out a long breath and took his hand away from my mouth.
"Sorry," he said," I didn't want you to scream."
"Whatever," I answered," We better get out of here. For all we know, that man could come back with a guard." Wynn nodded.
"You're right, I'll contact you when we need to meet again," Wynn looked out the window and then he quietly opened the door.
"Wait until you know I'm gone; then leave," I nodded my understanding. Wynn's gray eyes flashed mysteriously as he lowered his head in farewell; then he left.
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