Mkay. This is from Tanslie's point of view. It is an edit of my first Intro. I have added a little bit more description and changed a few things around. Hopefully, it is better than the last one. I am currently working on a rewrite of the Intro. so that's why you don't see one posted. Sadly, my dialogue (periods and commas) still needs working on, so bear with me on that. All in all, I am happy with this and I hope you enjoy it too.
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Chapter 1: Reunions
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“None of us were strong enough to accept what was coming.”
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Tanslie
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It was so quiet outside; it was as if everything was holding its breath, waiting for the world to change. The stars winked above me, knowing nothing of what was about to happen. 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 could hear the faint whisper of a traveling cloak swishing against the floorboards. I burst into the room, panting, and saw Wyndegan, sitting patiently in a chair.
"You're late," he scolded. I didn't have the breath to answer, so I sat down in the chair opposite of him instead. Wyndegan looked at me with curious eyes. My long, silver hair was tied into a sloppy pony tail and my gray tunic had stains in it. Finally, I gained my breath back and looked at him. His indigo hair flashed blonde in the candlelight. I was always amazed at how his hair could change colors in just a small light difference. Wyndegan’s silver eyes were shaded and he was wearing a brown traveling cloak and matching brown boots. The cloak had blue and green patches in it. The boots were scuffed. No one would have guessed that Wyndegan Traystelle was once a prince.
"Wynn, any news?" I asked, leaning casually back into my chair.
"No news," whispered sadly," 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; guards were taking extra precautions now. 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’t 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 at the pained look on his face. Wynn looked at me through narrowed eyes.
"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 bit back my retort and stared at my hands.
"It isn't just an item that we can destroy, Tanslie, it's the Overlord's sister, a human being. We can’t kill her because she hasn't done anything to cause harm. She has sworn her allegiance to us, not her brother," Wynn stood up and looked down on me.
"Please don't mention that idea again," he demanded. 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 lay 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 a spineless idiot for quitting," he said.
"And I still hold true to my word," I replied. Wynn shook his head and laughed.
“Sometimes, you’re a really scary girl, Tanslie.” Wynn said comically. I grinned and patted him on the shoulder. I was about to say something when I heard a creaking down stairs. My heart started thumping wildly as I started at Wynn in shock. 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.
