Aug. 9th, 2012

kajones_writing: (Richard with sword)

Meredith climbed in the window, the same way she did almost every night of the week, and found herself face to face with a man. The training she’d been given before she escaped the Brotherhood meant she knew exactly who he was, but she couldn’t believe that he really was alive. As one of the first born he should have been dead, not stood in front of her smiling, even though she’d heard stories that he was one of the leaders of Unity. Believing in Unity and its three first born leaders was like believing in fairy tales, so she’d chosen not to. It appeared she was wrong.

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Meredith climbed in the window, the same way she did almost every night of the week, and found herself face to face with a man. The training she’d been given before she escaped the Brotherhood meant she knew exactly who he was, but she couldn’t believe that he really was alive. As one of the first born he should have been dead, not stood in front of her smiling, even though she’d heard stories that he was one of the leaders of Unity. Believing in Unity and its three first born leaders was like believing in fairy tales, so she’d chosen not to. It appeared she was wrong.

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