06-15-2020, 12:36 AM
Rivière Park Apartments, Geminus
January 14th
Siena Granelle, the daughter of one of the most infamous people in Eiria, formerly co-leader of a ruthless spy organization, sat in her luxury apartment on the Rivière, unable to eat the sandwich in front of her. Her revelation a few days ago had really taken a toll on her, and maintaining the façade of normality for Odin and their agents grated further. The Roast Beef sandwich in front of her tasted like cardboard as she sat deep in thought.
How could I have been so blind? If I had just stopped treating his word as gospel, I could have stopped him. I could have stopped myself. She took another bite of the sandwich and wrinkled her nose. Disgusting. She put the half-eaten sandwich in the garbage and the plate in the sink, returning to her desk with a sigh.
A small bound book sat unopened on the desk, taunting her, compelling her to open it. Why am I so afraid of it? Why am I afraid of my past? I never used to be so hesitant to read my journals before. But it's not going to change, no matter how long I wait.
She gingerly picked up the journal, examining the outside before opening it. She scrolled through the papers, skimming the dates listed until she settled on a place, and started reading. The more she read, the more she realized. And the more she remembered, the more she longed to forget.
[REDACTED], Eiria
Adrian Frank sat in a small windowless cell in the Midgard Headquarters, drinking the watery soup rationed to him by his captors. It wasn't too flavorful, but hey, it was still food. He had been completely cut off from the outside world, and his captors refused to tell him anything other than the date and time. It was slowly driving him insane. It had been almost seven years since he was free. And it didn't help that his captors wore masks.
Why must they keep me here? I will be of no help to them. I know nothing of the world today. Why don't they just kill me? He dropped the plastic spoon back into the bowl and put his back on the bars, smacking his hand on the wall in frustration. I have little strength left. I don't know how much more I can take.
He was snapped out of his thoughts by the sound of the door to the interrogation room slowly closing. He snapped around, knocking the soup bowl over as he stumbled backwards. The first thing he noticed was his visitor's lack of mask. His visitor was a woman his age, with long brown hair and a dark uniform. She locked the door and swung one of the chairs in front of it, barricading it from the inside. "Who are you?". Adrian asked, suspicious.
She took one of the chairs and sat in front of the bars. "I'm someone who wishes to undo all I have done". She glanced at the scars on his arm and grimaced. "I was one of the people who interrogated you".
He narrowed his eyes. "'Was'? You aren't now?".
She nodded. "They think I am. But no longer. I am one of two people who run this place. But I realize now that I was mistaken. I know I can't make you trust me by just saying 'I'm Sorry', but I truly regret what I have done".
He sat down on the bed. "Exactly. You can't. Why are you doing this? You could just run away from this association, flee the country, if you hate what you've done for Darrin's tyrannical council. Why talk to me? And why hasn't the Politburo of Liars and Traitors executed me yet?". He glared at her.
She looked back at him. "Because there is no Politburo, or Governing Council, or whatever you want to call it. Darrin is in maximum security prison. Eiria is a democratic nation, and it has been since 2014".
He shot up. "What? The rebellion won? In 2014? Then why the hell-".
She answered the question before he finished asking it. "You, and a few other resistance leaders, were secretly imprisoned by a remnant of the Government. The rest of the world thinks you died when Evacuating the Guard base at Lake Kestra". She watched him sit down, stunned. "But there's more. Your brother-in-law is Chancellor, and your fianceè is Minister of Diplomacy".
He teared up. "What?! Oh, Alice…. Why would you tell me this? This does me no good if I'll be locked up for the rest of my life".
"Well, that's why I came. You won't be locked up for long. We are being transited to Xiomera, where a coup has overthrown a democratic ruler for a more authoritarian one. My co-leader has made a deal with the new Emperor for asylum there, because the Lancaster administration is hunting them down. I can get you out. But you have to at least pretend to trust me".
He sighed and sat up. "How?".
January 14th
Siena Granelle, the daughter of one of the most infamous people in Eiria, formerly co-leader of a ruthless spy organization, sat in her luxury apartment on the Rivière, unable to eat the sandwich in front of her. Her revelation a few days ago had really taken a toll on her, and maintaining the façade of normality for Odin and their agents grated further. The Roast Beef sandwich in front of her tasted like cardboard as she sat deep in thought.
How could I have been so blind? If I had just stopped treating his word as gospel, I could have stopped him. I could have stopped myself. She took another bite of the sandwich and wrinkled her nose. Disgusting. She put the half-eaten sandwich in the garbage and the plate in the sink, returning to her desk with a sigh.
A small bound book sat unopened on the desk, taunting her, compelling her to open it. Why am I so afraid of it? Why am I afraid of my past? I never used to be so hesitant to read my journals before. But it's not going to change, no matter how long I wait.
She gingerly picked up the journal, examining the outside before opening it. She scrolled through the papers, skimming the dates listed until she settled on a place, and started reading. The more she read, the more she realized. And the more she remembered, the more she longed to forget.
[REDACTED], Eiria
Adrian Frank sat in a small windowless cell in the Midgard Headquarters, drinking the watery soup rationed to him by his captors. It wasn't too flavorful, but hey, it was still food. He had been completely cut off from the outside world, and his captors refused to tell him anything other than the date and time. It was slowly driving him insane. It had been almost seven years since he was free. And it didn't help that his captors wore masks.
Why must they keep me here? I will be of no help to them. I know nothing of the world today. Why don't they just kill me? He dropped the plastic spoon back into the bowl and put his back on the bars, smacking his hand on the wall in frustration. I have little strength left. I don't know how much more I can take.
He was snapped out of his thoughts by the sound of the door to the interrogation room slowly closing. He snapped around, knocking the soup bowl over as he stumbled backwards. The first thing he noticed was his visitor's lack of mask. His visitor was a woman his age, with long brown hair and a dark uniform. She locked the door and swung one of the chairs in front of it, barricading it from the inside. "Who are you?". Adrian asked, suspicious.
She took one of the chairs and sat in front of the bars. "I'm someone who wishes to undo all I have done". She glanced at the scars on his arm and grimaced. "I was one of the people who interrogated you".
He narrowed his eyes. "'Was'? You aren't now?".
She nodded. "They think I am. But no longer. I am one of two people who run this place. But I realize now that I was mistaken. I know I can't make you trust me by just saying 'I'm Sorry', but I truly regret what I have done".
He sat down on the bed. "Exactly. You can't. Why are you doing this? You could just run away from this association, flee the country, if you hate what you've done for Darrin's tyrannical council. Why talk to me? And why hasn't the Politburo of Liars and Traitors executed me yet?". He glared at her.
She looked back at him. "Because there is no Politburo, or Governing Council, or whatever you want to call it. Darrin is in maximum security prison. Eiria is a democratic nation, and it has been since 2014".
He shot up. "What? The rebellion won? In 2014? Then why the hell-".
She answered the question before he finished asking it. "You, and a few other resistance leaders, were secretly imprisoned by a remnant of the Government. The rest of the world thinks you died when Evacuating the Guard base at Lake Kestra". She watched him sit down, stunned. "But there's more. Your brother-in-law is Chancellor, and your fianceè is Minister of Diplomacy".
He teared up. "What?! Oh, Alice…. Why would you tell me this? This does me no good if I'll be locked up for the rest of my life".
"Well, that's why I came. You won't be locked up for long. We are being transited to Xiomera, where a coup has overthrown a democratic ruler for a more authoritarian one. My co-leader has made a deal with the new Emperor for asylum there, because the Lancaster administration is hunting them down. I can get you out. But you have to at least pretend to trust me".
He sighed and sat up. "How?".
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