• Trinity had to hide! She loped with ease into a room, scouring it with high hopes that she might find a suitable hiding spot. If they found her than all was lost, it was game over.
    "Trinity!" Cried a deep voice that echoed through the golden corridor. "I'm going to find you!"
    A shock of panic and Trinity looked around wildly. She spotted a door that was hidden behind a desk who's operator had gone home for the night. Quickly she coaxed it open and flew into the room where another, longer desk that wrapped around an ornate chair greeted her. In a flurry of apprehension she lept overtop the desk and crawled into the small space beneath that was littered with wrappers and dust bunnies. She curled her stringy body into a taut curl and prayed they didn't suspect to glance beneath.
    All was black, as it was night. She looked out of the fragmented, crystalline, walls that overlooked their great city and saw a distorted moon. A certain calmness stole over her and crooned her livid heart into slow, even palpitations. Light from the moon that hit the floor nearby was sliced into diamonds as it attempted to pass through the wall of molten glass unhindered. Stolid and calm as a glasseous pond, all seemed as though it's serenity were impermeable...
    The door flew open and yelped with a an abrupt bang against the wall.
    An indignant voice roared and ruptured the air like a page being ripped in half. Trinity's hand flew to her mouth to aid in suppressing a whimper as heavy footsteps grew steadily nearer. "TRINITY!"
    There was a flood of angry murmurs when she did not reply. "Kids... always playin' about... no respect... none at all... gonna catch em' and show em' to master... I will..."
    Fear of being discovered outweighed the laughter that tickled her throat. She remained silent. After a few moments of shuffling and unintelligable mutterings, the door closed more softly behind him. She didn't dare emerge for another ten minutes. Vaguely she remembered the room she found herself in but was not given the time to figure it out because the door burst open against and she started, half bent to hide again.
    "Trinity..." Huffed Micheal. "You're alive..."
    Rage poured over Trinity as if a pot of coffee had just been dumped on her head.
    "You! You idiot!" She hissed through clenched teeth.
    Darkened eyes blinked in perfectly feigned innocence. "Me? Idiot? Why?"
    " 'I'm going exploring Trinity, don't follow me!' "
    "How is it my fault? I told you not to follow me." He reasoned with a shrug.
    Again the anger threatened to explode. "But you knew I would! You knew I had to! You knew..." She wrung her hands and strangled the air, pretending it was his white throat.
    "Now, now. Don't get your panties in a twist." He jeered mildly. Trinity stepped forward and slapped him smartly across his pretty face.
    "You, as the son of the Minister Aaron, will not be caught using such vulgar language and tones!" She chastized. The slap had not been at all hard, more playful than anything else. But Micheal still looked utterly stunned at the sudden physical rebuff and his dainty eyebrows clouded his eyes as he glared down at her through his long lashes.
    "I will speak how I want. You're not my mother, Trinity." His nose pointed defiantly in the air. She rolled her eyes but apologized.
    "Can we please return to the tower?" She queried tiredly. "I almost got caught by Mr. Drevnesh."
    "I know, that's why I rushed, valiantly I might add, to your aid. But received nothing more than a cruel and ungrateful bludgeoning across the face!" Melodrama had always been a passion of his. Again Trinity rolled her eyes, grabbed his sleeve, and began back to Menfiel Tower.
    He had told her he was going to venture out into the cathedral, something she disapproved of. Even after he had told her roundly that she should stay behind she had refused and followed him doggedly.
    Micheal, always adventurous, could be trusted to know every nook and cranny in this wondrous building. Even if he was the son and heir to it all, he felt a passionate desire to explore and discover everything. This insatiable need for knowledge left him horribly bored and his escapades common. Trinity would always follow him wherever he went and he would always strick up the same, tiring arguement.
    "Why do you always have to follow me around?" He would grumble.
    "Because, I made a promise to your father and I'm older." Trinity would recite her practiced reply.
    His eyes would find his feet and he would mutter angrily. "Only by two months."
    "Yes, but that means I had spent two months into the world before you even came into it. Meaning I have twos months more knowledge and experience than you." Trinity answered with a tone of haughtiness.
    They lived in the only remaining city of the winged, The City of Ezekielle. Ezekielle was their patron goddess who always held the mind above all else. The most common depiction of her, which was copied from its original on the door to her cathedral, was a picture of her being birthed from a shattered heart with a golden pen from which spumed all of creation.
    Ezekielle was the goddess of knowledge and her city took after her by concentrating it's efforts on education. The Minister, Micheals father, Aaron, was the one who served almost as king over the city. This made Micheal a reluctant prince, something Trinity could see in his looks but not his demeanour. He hated his father for reasons he refused to divulge, so she simply took it as misguided admiration.
    "Hey!" Micheal snapped. Trinity broke free of her reverie. She had followed him absently along a lengthy corridor and was now confused. "After you turned that wrong corner when you were following me and ran into Devlesh, how did you get into my fathers office?"
    Trinity was even more confused. "That was your dads office?"
    "Yeah. The cathedral will only allow certain people inside." -he shrugged and yawned, she suspected it to be atleast two in the morning- "Oh well, nevermind. The Cathedral probably gets sleepy sometimes too I guess."
    The cathedral in itself was a living entity, and was in complete control of everything. But since it was the center of administration of the city, it was always pouring with people everyday. This, she thought piteously, must be annoying for the building. It could only be controlled by the Minister himself, and his family. This made lurking the halls easy for them as Micheal could simply ask it to conjure a door into the lunch room to filch some food.
    She patted the walls, almost affectionately, but received no endearment in return. It was a building and might have a mind but not a heart.
    The whole cathedral was made almost entirely of crystal, it's walls glittering like billions of cut diamonds embossed on the walls surface. Everything else was gold as gold was the goddess' color. The boy in front of her plodded through the darkness, his iridescent wings taut against his back, but turned suddenly to open a door.
    "What are you doing? We're supposed to be going back to bed!" Trinity asked angrily.
    "There's just one more place I need to explore."
    "We have school tomor- today!" She cried in exasperation.
    "You worry to much, you're only thirteen, the world is your oyster. So stop nagging like the annoying old crone and shove off." His tone was sharp and caustic. He was suddenly bathed in light as he pushed open an ornate, golden door. He continued speaking with renewed vigor, having forgotten telling her off only a moment before in his excitement. "I saw this room a while back but when I went to explore, Devlesh came muttering up the hall and saw me. Thought he was gonna wet himself, the way he looked ecstatic at thinking he finally caught me in the act. When he scuttled off to tell the "master" I just opened it but it was empty. Just now though, there's a light underneath it."
    The doorway emitted an intense light that made her eyes recoil violently. His features were suddenly in plain sight, a boyish grin alighted on his face. Like a human embodiment of the cathedral itself, the boy was all gold and blue. His eyes were that of an unblemished summers sky surrounded by a thick fringe of lashes. He was taller than her, though she loathed to admit it, and slender with yellow hair that he wore in constant mayhem. Too annoy his father, she was sure. His skin was alabastor and she felt the same twinge of envy she might feel towards a prettier girl. This, she knew, would send him a tyraid so she kept it to herself.
    He was the closest thing to a brother she had ever had. But anybody who took a passing glance at the two would know immediately they were not related through blood. Her hair was a nest of soft, caramel, waves that ended above her shoulders and her eyes were chocolate framed with sparse lashes. Her skin was still somewhat pale but not the solid, stony complexion the boy infront of her wore. To his gracefully slender anatomy, she was a scrawny little scarecrow. A frame of bone wrapped around in skin, that's all she was.
    Micheal gasped when he saw what was inside the room, and stepped into it eagerly. Trinity followed warily behind but gasped too when she saw. They were in a round room with large, six rectangular mirrors hung from the wall.