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Okay, I don’t know who wants tagged here, but I have two new parts (which Ember has already seen) that I haven’t posted yet. They both happen a few days post-raid, so it might mess with our timeline a littel, so I’m sorry if it does.

 

Saydra crouched on the top of one of the many ruined buildings, watching the people pass by below her, talking together beneath the lamplight, saying goodbye, heading home, and continuing their lives as normal, because none of them realized the trouble they were in.

And no matter what happened, whoever went wherever and did whatever, they were all in trouble. Dangerous trouble. Their city was failing, and it was all the government’s fault.

Well, it was also everyone’s fault, because no-one -except her- really wanted to do anything about it.

Suddenly, something caught Saydra’s eye a few alleys down. A boy in a dark jacket, waiting for someone. Curiosity struck her.

What was going on?

She stood up carefully and made her way across the building and closer to the alley. Someone was approaching.

She leaned closer, trying to make out faces in the shadowy alleyway. The second one was somehow familiar. . .

Then it clicked.

She’d seen this boy wandering the streets often, a lot like her. He wore a mask. His name. . . something with a ‘z’.

Saydra couldn’t hear what they were saying from so far away, but she didn’t want to risk anyone seeing her on the streets. She wasn’t exactly a model citizen.

But this had happened before, and luckily, there weren’t many people. So she probably wouldn’t be spotted if she stayed on the roofs.

She pulled off her cloak and bag and threw them across to the other building. They landed safely across with a thump. No-one looked up at the noise. Coast clear.

Saydra took a step back and sprung across herself. As she landed, she tucked into a roll to avoid hurting her ankles on the stone and landed in a crouch. Easy enough.

But that was one of the smaller gaps.

She pulled out a carefully sketched map of the city to look for the darkest alleys, then headed in that direction.

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Saydra slid down the ivy-covered pillar into the right alleyway, but neither of the figures were there. She must have just missed them.

She sighed dramatically and let herself fall to the ground, hoping if someone was watching they’d come over and she could either ask the people themselves about what they were doing or ask a passerby where they might have gone.

No-one came, aside from a curious rat which she kicked away. It landed a few feet away in the shadows of the torchlight and scurried away with a squeak.

Saydra stared after it.

Why hadn’t she seen it running away? She wondered, knowing that based on the position if the torch, she should’ve at least seen it shadow running along the wall, even if it was running in the opposite direction. Unless. . .

Saydra got up carefully and pressed her hands against the cold wall as she walked along it. When she reached the place where the torch cast the most shadows, her hands slipped away. An unlit passage.

Now she understood why she hadn’t seen either figure leaving. From her place on the roof, they would have been hidden by the archway curving over the alley.

But now she could follow them. Assuming at least one of them went this way. But should she? They didn’t exactly seem friendly, having meetings past daylight so no-one should here them.

But that could make them the change she’d been looking for since she’d lost her life to the fires. She take control the way she’d always wanted to, to fix the problems with her city.

She took a breath, took the torch off the wall, and slipped down the new passage.

 

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Okay, that’s it for now! But I am planning to do a little more later today.

 

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