My name is Trinity Blackaide.
I am a wanted women, number one actually.
My childhood was not one in the least. Why?
Because I did not have one.
And as I walked into town I could feel the eyes on my back, the questions pouring from their minds. I just kept walking.
"One please," I said to an rough looking man, I needed to get more water, but first a new shirt, since the idiot broke off most of my buttons...
"Ten kytes miss." The man said, not bothering to look up.
"Ten kytes! This shirt is not worth five kytes, I could make this." I needed that money for food, not some cheep garment.
"Well...i have never in my life heard such a sound like that." He said aw-struck.
"Err.." Was all that came out of my mouth when really I just wanted to punch him and call it a day.
"For you. Free."
"Thanks." I guess my voice finally proved its purpose. Now off to --"hey watch it!" I said to some idiotic man.
"oh sorry-hey do i know you?"
"How can you know someone you dont see?" I was fortunate that i was wearing my black cloak with a large hood that covered my face today. Could he be anymore of a nussince.
"Your voice," he said simply.
"You know nothing." I needed to get away from this person, he might cause a scene.
"Dont Play me for a fool," he called back as a walked briskly away. "I know more than you think."
What. No he did not, if he did they would have had him already. Right? Oh God! I dont know!
Just keep walking Trinity...ignore him, he is just some daft man.
I started on my way out of town and back to the forest. This was my life, always running toward something i will probably never catch.... I had black hair that coverd my back and went down past my bottom. In the sun it looked to be a subtle shade of dark purple. My face was pretty enough, to satify me, but nothing special, i was extremly pale with dark green eyes, the eyes of my father.
I was almost out of the city, and as I was walking down one last ally I thought of him. My father to me was a good man, he had his issues, but I loved him anyway. He had a slight temper like me, but when around me, I like to think of it as myself being the reason that calmed him down. I only knew him as a little girl he left for reason I dont know of. I believe my mother drove him away, but i could not think of her right now. I could not think of her ever.
"Hey wait up," said a too familer voice. How long was he following me for, and why? Luck was on my side today, the sun was already half way down, with a shadow casting over most of the alley, no one would see anything.
I grapped him by the neck and lifted him against the wall. "What do you want," I said forcefully.
"Just to talk, I know I know you i just dont know where, please let me see your face,"
"Yeah sure, what you want to get to know me, let me trust you, and then release me to them? You would have to kill me first, and I do not think you want to risk your own life."
"What are you talking about? And who is them?" There was truth in his eyes, but then again, he could just be a good lier.
"Tell me who sent you or I will kill you," he was to much a risk to stay alive.
"No one sent me! Are you mad! Dont kill me, who are you?"
I reached for my knife.
Someone I found who kind of looks like the trinity in my head, execpt mine is paler, just copy and paste it into the web box : 


