Her hair was unruly long and
bunched out in large bush of curls and she grew about two feet. Seven years
passed and at the tender age of eleven she was grown into a smart young woman.
Abraham insisted that she tamed her wild hair that it made her stand out in the
crowd. Smirking at him and rolled her eyes, she scanned the area. Men and Women
dressed in dark colors of grey, black, blues, they all seemed the same. Unfortunately
he purchased her a dress that was crushed velvet blue with one inch heels.
“Fix that mop of hair before we
visit the lovely government.” He cooed and she giggled at him. It had always
been the plan, ever since the war started the uproar to overthrow. Passing the
gardens of the Government’s mansion she glared at it. Mimicking what was once
the White House was a large black home with lush green grass and technology for
the entire world desires. They killed her parents, they killed Abraham’s
family, and they killed millions of people so why were they allowed to live.
Her eyes shoot open she
didn’t know how long she had slept for but the sky was lighter than usual. The
rough burlap under her skin wasn’t the porcelain she was supposed to feel.
Sitting up, she recognizes her surroundings as the bedroom Ramon was sleeping
in.
“Calm down you was asleep
in the tub you was out for quite a while”
Looking at him she just
groans and scratches at the burlap. It was rough and coarse, but it had its
soft parts that were worn and tattered.
“Where is your guest?” She
asks and rubs her eyes.
“She had to go … we need to speak Isis. You’ve
changed and it’s a concern that maybe this adventure should end” He whispered.
Eerily turning her head, she slowly raised her shoulders and shrugged.
“That is fine with me, but
that prize money is mine!” Tossing the small satchel with coins towards her and
it tears at the seams. The gold rains onto the floor and clinks with sound when
screams are heard.
“How could they?”
“My god those poor people”
“It’s another revolution!”
“What in the gods name?”
Ramon says and opens the door when a tall man with dark onyx curls tied in a
ponytail was comforting a young lady.
“What is going on?”
“You did not hear! Talbot
… it was attacked by Melcher, President Z says there is no need for seven
cities”. Isis glances at Ramon, who takes a step forward before leaping out the
door.
She went to chase after
him before retreating back into the room and grabbing the money from the
ground. Returning back to the two people in the hallway, she tosses the young
man three coins.
“Thanks” Isis mumbles..
“You’re welcome Isis” He
replies as the young lady walks away from the two in tears.
“How do you know of my
name, no one knows of my name?” Lowering her eyes she took in his body and
form. It wasn’t in fighting stance or even a threatening one..
