A shadowy figure raced down the street, the darkness of the night around them concealing their identifiable features. They run and run and run until they're sure that anyone who could've been following them got lost long ago, only slowing to a stop when they reach a slightly miscolored brick wall with a single rusty, metal door that had one small window with a sliding cover over it.
They do a series of knocks before it slides open, silence on the other side. The shadow person held up a tattoo of a star on their left upper arm. The star meant they were an important person to the group, so it's only a matter of seconds before the door is opened and they're allowed inside.
Walking down a dimly lit hallway, they briefly glance at other people walking by them. A decently sized crowd was gathered in a large room, chairs filling the floor. At the back of the room was a stage where 4 other people were standing, an air of power radiating from them. They joined the group and faced the crowd, smiling as they took off their hood, their hazel-colored eyes flashing with mischief.
"Welcome to Freedom's Fate. Let the meeting begin."
YOU ARE READING
Revolutionary
Fantasía282 years in the future, your future is no longer your own. In order to control the growing population, countries began to regulate how many children a family could have. Now, not even your job, who you marry, and where you live is your own choice. ...
