"The Trinity? Sounds like a very lame story plot." Yanille scoffed as he took a sip of the bitter tasting drink in front of him. He had never been much of a drinker, and the mud colored pint in front of him didn't help change his mind. "Have you ever heard of them though?" The young man whispered, leaning in closer so that no one could over hear them. "I'm sure you haven't, they're practically another nation of itself."
"Yes, but that doesn't explain how they managed to pull this off" Yanille groaned, as he massaged his temples, "Or why for that matter."
"Well they've done a good job of keeping themselves hidden. If they hadn't then they would have been destroyed long ago." The young man continued, "So what are your plans? Will you still go to war with the desert?"
"Well I've got one plan, but you won't like it." Yanille whispered, a small smile playing on the corners of his mouth.
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In the dungeon below the palace of Letherblanca, Caelia sat shackled to a wall. She had been there for nearly a week and had all but given up hope of getting out. "Maybe Ryle and the others will break me out." Caelia thought to herself.
As if on cue, a thud resounded from the door outside. A few moments later there was a muffled click and the heavy door swung open. Walking silently over to her was a black clad figure, the lower half of their face was obscured by a piece of cloth.
The mysterious figure knelt down and unlocked the shackles. "Come on, your friends are waiting." The voice was obviously male, and somehow familiar, but Caelia couldn't quite figure out how. Caelia followed him out of the dungeon and down winding hallways until they reached a dead end. The young man checked that no one was around, and then pushed on the wall, revealing a small passage beyond. Waiting at the end of the small tunnel were, Ryle, Eliane, and Amara.
As they reached the end of the passage, the young man pulled down the piece of cloth covering his face. "Yanille!?" Caelia gawked. "Nope, the names Avarice." He said with a wide grin. "Now let's go before the guards figure out what's happened."
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"So let me get this straight, you and Yanille are twins?" Ryle asked, as he scratched his head. "Yeah, but that part's obvious." Avarice said as he munched on a piece of bread. "The confusing part is that every now and then we switch places. Palace life is kind of boring, in case you didn't know."
"So why did you break Caelia out?" Amara inquired. "Well while Yanille handles the politics and the wars, we get to go look for The Trinity." Avarice replied matter-o-factly.
"What the hell is 'The Trinity'" Caelia said in a mocking tone. "Yeah, and how do we know you're not just Yanille leading us off to our deaths or something?" Ryle questioned.
"Well firstly, my eyes are green, Yanille's are gold. Secondly, I'll explain about the Trinity when we get where we're headed. Until then, just sit tight."
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Tada!!!
