POV: Myra – The Rebellion Leader
Location: The Hidden Gathering
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It's been three weeks since I first met 30014i. His name, or lack thereof, was a constant reminder that something had to be done.
The underground rebellion was growing, and Jayden—now called Talon for his silent moves and sharp mind—had been bringing in more. Young, angry, and ready to make a stand. They don't remember the past as we do, but they feel the same suffocating weight of the Blackwood empire.
We met in a gutted warehouse on the edge of the city. Cracked windows, shattered mirrors, cold concrete floors. No luxury here. Just survival.
> "Where's the plan, Myra?" one of the rebels asked.
I stood in the center, surveying the room. Some looked eager, others skeptical. But the whispers were louder now, and the cracks were beginning to show.
I had stolen information. Ancient, classified documents about the old Blackwood systems. There were anomalies, loopholes, things that had been hidden from us all.
One of them was how Chris Blackwood—the God, the ruler, the tyrant—had once broken his own rules. We knew about the numbers, the hierarchy, but there was something deeper, something darker we had been missing.
It wasn't just about taking numbers and pushing the poor down. It was about control. Absolute control over who lives, who dies, who is remembered.
But what if Chris himself wasn't invincible?
What if the rules could be broken?
> "We need to attack the source. Not the citizens," I said, clenching my fists. "We disrupt the auction system itself. We go straight for the auction houses."
They murmured. Eyes shifted.
"How?" another asked.
"We infiltrate. We expose everything. The black-market auction transactions. The ones who profit most from the system," I continued. "We show the people that the empire isn't a god, it's a machine."
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POV: 30014i – The Awakening
I couldn't stop thinking about it. Myra's words echoed in my mind, twisting into a plan.
> "We attack the auction houses. We shut them down, one by one," she said, but the idea was haunting.
The more I thought about it, the more I realized it wasn't just about breaking the system. It was about showing everyone the truth—the empire was built on a lie. They had traded their names for a number.
I had seen how desperate the kids were. How hungry they were for an identity they never knew they had. How they would willingly give up their futures for a chance at something real. And they had nothing to lose.
I had nothing to lose.
> "It's time to stand up," I muttered under my breath, slipping my hand into the tattered jacket I wore. Inside, a small piece of paper crumpled under my grip—the address to one of the most secretive auction houses.
It's time.
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POV: Talon – The Silent Soldier
The warehouse was our base, but the real work would happen in the shadows. Myra had brought us this far, but I knew what had to come next. The real fight wouldn't be in the open. It would be where no one saw us coming. Where Chris Blackwood couldn't manipulate the outcome.
We were survivors, not rebels. That's how they would see us. As criminals, as the forgotten.
But I had a different plan in mind.
> "The time will come," I whispered, staring into the distance. "But not today."
Today, we wait. Tomorrow, we strike.
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Later, at the Auction House
It was quiet. Too quiet.
There was no activity in the front. No one passed by. But we knew what was coming.
I could hear the sound of the guards' boots coming closer. They were ready to execute the auction, as always. But we were ready, too.
We had infiltrated. And now, 30014i would play his part.
> "It's time," I said, glancing at him. His face was a mask of determination.
He was ready.
The plan? Infiltrate the auction, release the stolen documents. Expose the true face of the system to the world. Then, bring the empire down—one auction at a time.
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POV: Myra – The Rebellion Leader
The quiet of the night felt like the calm before a storm. Everything was set in motion.
The first wave was already inside. They were gathering data, planting explosives in hidden rooms, and preparing for what was next. I was in the back of the building, with a team of five, monitoring the reactions of the Blackwood insiders.
> "They won't know what hit them," I said, holding a tablet that connected to the encrypted system.
The documents we had stolen were crucial. But there was one last piece we needed.
The final auction ledger. It had the names of everyone who paid to stay at the top. If we exposed it, everything would change.
Suddenly, I heard the crackle of the intercom.
> "Attention: The auction will begin shortly," a calm voice echoed.
That was our cue.
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POV: 30014i – The Final Step
I was ready.
I walked through the back corridors of the building, where Talon had already taken out the guards. The final ledger was just ahead. I reached out, fingers trembling.
There was no turning back.
> "It's now or never," I whispered to myself, reaching for the handle of the door.
With a turn, I pushed it open.
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In the distance, the empire would feel the tremors. The revolution wasn't just a dream. It was a spark that would burn everything down.
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