Fallon and Fira sat on their creaky beds after seeing the whole sight of this 'rebellion' with no name. Fallon stared at the floor made of cement feeling as if something was off about this place. If this rebellion was successful and had food that grew non-diseased food then why weren't there more people flocking to Cinders who were hungry?
How did they get the technology that powered the vests and why was all of this held secret? All of this made no sense. They had all of the resources in the world at their fingertips and still...Elysium was still dead.
Fira looked at Fallon and noticed the contemplation in her jade green eyes, shining with curiosity. She didn't have to know Fallon for very long to know that she knew that something was amiss, and knowing Fallon, she'd get down tot he bottom of it. She admired that in Fallon, the fact that she had a spirit that Elysians should have in this dire time. Something hungry for the truth was gnawing at her, starving.
"Trouble?" Fira merely asked. Fallon snapped out of her disassociated gaze upon the floor and looked up at her, "I'm not sure yet."
Fira just looked at her and smirked, "Well, if there is anything fishy going on I'm sure you will figure it out."
"Ha! Always." Fallon's attention had been brought towards the knocking on the door of their cement encased room and she stood to open it to see Venner's face. "Come in."
Venner sat down on the edge of Fallon's bed and she sat next to him, "I'm sure you have a lot of questions."
"I sure do. I mean, They didn't even tell us why they-"
"God, I hate Rion is still around my daughter."
Fallon was briefly aghast hearing him interrupt her with the sudden dislike towards the leader of this site. He attention was suddenly distracted and she listened to what Venner had to say.
"What...happened between Clara and Rion?"
Clara had danced the night away at her own party and decided to sneak away from the happy crowd, leaving through the side door and sitting outside in the cool air for a moment. She breathed in the clean air of Desolate, looking up at the shining stars up above her head. She was a woman now, and it seemed like the world had bowed to her this night.
Anything was possible now, everything she ever dreamed of could happen and would happen. She simply smiled to herself thinking of the possibilities, her indigo dress glowing in the moonlight and her bouncing blonde curls being brushed away. She looked up to see Rion, the boy who she asked to accompany her at her party. She blushed shyly when his hand came in contact with her hair, sending shivers down her spine.
He sat down next to her and looked at her with his bright teal eyes that reminded her of the tropical waters of Zion. She could get lost in those eyes.
"What are you doing out here? Its a little cold." He asked.
"I came out here to cool down. I've been dancing all night." She giggled.
"Hm, I guess that is a good excuse." He said. "I thought I lost you in there."
"You could never lose me." She smiled at him, her heart thumping against her chest so freely. Rion smiled at her, his grin was wide and seemed like it went on for miles. it covered his whole face and she loved seeing it, seemed like he was smiling with his whole soul at her. Their faces inched closer towards each other, her heart feeling like it could take flight and never come down.
Gunshots rang out in the front of the venue and before Clara noticed, her feet moved before she could think. The only thing she had on her mind was her family. Rion couldn't even reach out fast enough, his hand only able to grab the back sash of her indigo gown that tore. His heart plummeted into the depths as he saw her vanish around the corner. A certain disdain ran its roots through the deepest part of his heart when he watched her form run away and he couldn't get rid of it.
Rion went his own way until he had seen her running away later on and swept in and gathered a few others to leave the area as fast as they could before the Tompers sectioned off the whole country of Elysium completely. Clara clung to Rion like a hero but all he could feel was a pure anger and hatred towards the woman who he thought he loved. How could she go and leave him there? How could she just desert him in a most frightening time as this?
For what? Family? Was this girl too naïve? It really was true that when danger hits, a person will come running to the one they love the most...and that person wasn't him. After they had fled to Cinders, Rion focused on the rebellion that his father left to him, a giant base underground with all the weapons, food and supplies anyone could ever need and he brought the one person he didn't want there, Clara.
The two young ones stayed together but that anger in his heart was nurtured to a full grown monster of hatred by the time he had grown up and his eye wandered to another, not caring that he had broken Clara's heart that he declared selfish.
Fallon shook her head after hearing the news and understood everything, "And, the reason why Cassa treats Clara like that is because of his hatred. Interesting, who holds a five year grudge?"
"I've met people who have held grudges longer than that." Venner told her. Fallon chuckled in disbelief, of course she knew that fact.
"Over your daughter wanting you and her mother safe? How sick is that?" Fallon didn't know why she had a heart that bled for so many who were wronged but it didn't seem right to have this still go on. Clara was constantly being reminded every day that she could never have Rion because of the selfless act of love that she had made that day.
Venner looked at Fallon with admiring eyes, every time she noticed wrong being done, she wanted to fix it right away. She saw how broken the world was and took the burden onto her shoulders. Every time she did this it only made her more and more beautiful in his eyes.
"I'm sorry that Clara had to go through that."
"Me too."
Another knock was heard and it was Cassa, the ghostly looking woman looked down at Fallon's short stature and almost scoffed. Fallon rolled her eyes and looked up at her, "Yes?"
Cassa almost gave the ivory haired woman a scowl as if she was burdened just by her own existence. She was diverted by the color of Fallon's bright green eyes and stared, "For the life of me, I cannot understand how Desolatonians have such insane colorations in their irises."
Fallon opened her mouth to speak and Venner stood up, feeling an insult coming on, "You must have heard the folklore of Desolate. After Stagg planted the great pearl tree, the Divine saw it as a great act of selflessness and decided to take the colors of the rainbow and place them in every eye of the Desolatonians as a gesture of love and appreciation." Venner looked at Cassa's soulless eyes and added, "Too bad you didn't grow up in Desolate. Just by curiosity...where are you originally from?"
Cassa sighed, unmoved by the decorated insult, "I was born and raised here in Cinders."
Fallon looked up at her and made a tsk sound with her tongue, "What a shame, I'm so sorry."
Fira snorted and covered her mouth to keep from laughing at her remark. Venner reached over and placed his hand on her head in a comforting way, "Poor Fira. She's been though a lot." He said trying to cover up the fact that she had been laughing the whole time.
She caught on n pulled on a frown to make it convincing. Cassa looked at all three of them and shook her head, "Its dinner time, come to the mess hall."
The cold woman didn't wait for them to follow she just walked, leading the way, expecting them to follow. The three of them caught up to her and followed closely behind her and arrived at the mess hall. The room was massive and the crowd pushed them towards the line as they all lined up for dinner. Fallon and the others took their plates and followed the line, receiving mush and small, withering vegetables on their plates.
"Self sustaining green house my ass." Fallon said, looking at Venner. They didn't expect anything from the food, no one had clean and non diseased food, not even this...this...
"Hey, Cassa?" She spoke up and the woman looked at her, bothered that she even spoke. "What is it?"
"Is there a name for this rebellion that Rion has continued to keep in his father's name?"
"We just mainly call ourselves the Vision Seekers. Since most of what the soldiers do is go out on stealth missions and reclaim territory from the Tompers."
"Vision Seekers. Makes sense, and how does one become a Vision Seeker?" She asked. Cassa held back a laugh.
"Rion and I pick who we see fit. But if you really want to humor us, we always have the ring open." She cocked her head towards the platformed area in front of the mess hall. It reminded her of the fighting ring in Derelict she was subjected to and she smirked.
"And anyone can take up the offer to fight me?"
"Anyone brave enough."
"Perfect."
Venner couldn't help but look at Fallon with a raised eyebrow, he didn't expect anything less of Fallon when it came to causing an uproar, it was in her nature.