Revolt

Chapter 3: Talia: A flash of the truth

4 years later
Talia POV

"Very well then Luc- Miss Channeler." Talia called after Lucy. The had both been on lookout on the east coast of the island of the rule of King Silberargent. Not paying importance to her dress of velvet and silk, Talia hopped off her lookout chair and rested on a rock near sea, touching the sand. Her brown hair tangled in the wind and, unnoticeable to the high guard tower, her grey wings.

"Thee art very well going to get thy attire torn in the wind with the pebbles." Talia whipped around, facing the guard tower where the handsome speaker was.

"Be cautious little-" but Sir Dashing never got time to finish.

Talia whipped around, facing him.

"Don't finish that sentence," she glared at the boy. "Or I will crack my viewing telescope over thy head." He froze, then turned back to the sea. He was dashing, black hair, fair skin, a a turquoise jacket with a cap and small brass buttons.

"Ah my shift is at it end." Talia stated, checking the brass pocket watch on the boy.

"What art thy name?" He said.

"Only when thee announce thy name I will say." Talia frowned, liking him even less.

"Do not answer a question with a question." He smirked.

"It was not a question, it was a statement." Talia snapped. "And I know thee name." She rose from her rock, and pointed at his turquoise blue hat. Embroidered in black was the name Theodore. Theodore's smile dropped.

"Are those bird feathers?" Theodore pointed somewhere left of her back. Her wings!

"I- I think it must be a few feathers floating in the sky." Theodore shook his head slowly. No, no!

Talia scooped up her viewing telescope, and dashed into the dense birch forest. Twenty meters away, she unfurled her wings and took off. She flapped high, until she could be mistaken for a bird. Then she curled up, midair, and a tear of fear trickled down.

And then, her vision went black.

Talia screamed, as she dropped ten meters, then slapped her hand over her mouth, heart beating fast.

In the darkness, Thesis appeared in a gold flash.

"Talia." He addressed her worriedly in her head. "Come to my kitchen. We will clean you up and give thy a bite to eat." Talia whipped her face, knowing she must look horrid.

"Nonsense," Thesis read her mind, a smile playing on his lips. "Come." So Talia flew lower, toward the cobblestone streets surrounded by colorless sand and trees. She flew down his window and landed with a running stop.

"Thee dress." Thesis said peering from his small kitchen. Talia reddened, smoothing down her dress that had blown up in her landing.

"I am joking." Thesis smiled. "Have a cup." He handed her a cup of tea, which she carefully sipped from its china cup.

"What happened?" Thesis asked seriously. Talia explained about the boy seeing a flash of her wings.

"Oh Lord!" Thesis stood up. "Do thy know why he could see?"

"I was there from five in the morn, breakfast eaten at four and they brought tea at twelve and now, done at three in the noon." Talia slumped tirelessly. "The King over works everyone. A dictator, too."Talia said. A shadow passed over her face.

"Clarissa's right. Jacqui saw The future. We need to start a rebellion!" Talia said firmly.

"Are thy for real?" Thesis asked shocked. Talia nodded pointedly.

Just then Sophie Anne came in.

"Good day, Thesis." Sophie Ann said, standing at the door. "Done with your shift, Talia?"

"Oh Sophie Anne." Talia ran a hand though her hair. "Busy. Almost discovered my wings." She flittered them, and Sophie Anne nodded, seeing them.

"I was tired," Talia continued. "The revealing magic slipped."

The table stated smoking, sparks in the air. "Sophie Anne!" Thesis warned, and put his hand on her shoulder, worry evident. She stopped.

"I shall be on my way." Sophie Anne said. "Wine at supper." And she left.

"I suppose I should erase his Memory." Thesis said.

"Yes, yes," Talia twirled the cup absentmindedly. "Do so, his name is Theodore."

"I will depart." Thesis stood up. "Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

Talia stood up, and exited to Clarissa's house.

"Cla- Miss James," Talia said respectably, seeing that another islander was sitting up. "I want to be part of thy revolt."

"Very well." Clarissa smiled.

"Yes. Good day." Talia said respectably.

There was no backing out.