The bar in the inn is crowded and smelly. Spending two days sitting in a shadowy corner observing and listening to men drink and ramble is not my idea of fun but it is the only possible way I can think of to figure out who might be part of the resistance.
Two new faces slip through the door and take a table nearby after sharing a discreet nod with the innkeeper. They speak with their heads close together, in low voices. The first thing I notice is that their behaviour’s different from the regular patrons who surround us. They keep casting covert glances around the room clearly checking they were not being listened to. I stay still whilst straining my ears to hear their conversation over the raucous noise dominating the room. Unable to hear them I inch closer. Soon I begin to make out the occasional word.
“So…..everything ready……tonight…..meet us….”
They stop talking and one of the men leaves, five minutes later his companion follows. Immediately I follow weaving my way through the room, careful not to be seen.
Thirty minutes later he enters into a side alley and knocks on a door and disappears inside. It looks like I’ll be here for I while so I make myself comfortable behind a crate that has a good view of the door.
The door startles me as it shuts and the thud of footsteps fading round a corner, quickly I scramble to my feet, stiff after hours of sitting. The moon is high and casts an eerie glow over the paving stones. The world is full of shadows that that crouch and cling to my body, shrouding me from the man’s sight. Soon the city walls rise before me making me feel small and insignificant in comparison to its size. The man stops in front of what appears to be just a blank wall. He presses his hand against an indent on the otherwise smooth wall. A quiet grinding noise emits from the wall and the outline of a door appears. Almost immediately it swings open and the man peers left and right down the road before slipping through the gap. I sneak through before the opening grinds shut behind me. Black. I put my hand up and cannot see it. The dark closes in, my breathe deepens to ragged gasps as I attempt to fight the panic that threatens to overwhelm me. I feel my legs crumple beneath me. I lie still, hating the weakness that engulfs me and preventing me from moving. I am cold. I drift in and out of consciousness.
After eternity I see a light coming towards me. Vaguely I wonder who it could be, certainly no friend as I know no one, it must be a foe but the messages to stand and fight in my brain do not seem to be reaching the rest of my body so I continue to lie still. Black spots dance across my vision and the last thing I see are a set of black boots.
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Discovering Freedom
Fantasía12 year Tamarack has conquered and ruled the country with an iron fist. For 12 years Kyra has hidden. Now she's had enough of his terrible reign. She leaves the stone hallways within the mountains and embarks on her fight for freedom for her country...
