the chess game

chapter 1

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she hadn't spoken in two years, she had nothing to say. he kept talking though, he always did. he was speaking english or chinese, she refused to know, thats what they always spoke, nothing other than that. she didn't speak either of the only languages, she spoke spanish, german, korean, irish, hindu, ancient greek, latin, french and japanese. she refused to learn the only languages. she refused to listen as well. he was still talking, she nodded.

“Really? you'll come!” he smiled, she didn't know why, she smiled back. He was handsome she supposed. He had sparkling blue eyes and dark hair, strong build, he must have been a year older than her. seventeen than. a man, or nearly, didn't act it though. his name was Quintus, which meant five. he didn't know it but she did, he was the fifth son in his family, he was also born on the fifth day of the fifth month. his mother was like her, a rebel the government called them,she hadn't spoken a single word of either english or chinese, she died the year earlier, Quintus had been devastated, or he had looked it, he had lost his sparkling eyes for months. whatever happened in the last twenty four hours changed him on the inside, it had fixed him. whatever it was.

he wrote something down on a piece of paper, smiled and leftit on the table, “goodbye Solas.” she looked up from the paper at the sound of her name. Solas. it meant light in irish.

light and five. she smiled and walked down the deserted street home.