Well I think this idea has been bouncing around my head since the first episode of season two. I wanted to tap into Charlie's thoughts of just being gone and not coming back for a while. So enjoy, and please leave comments!
Charlie looked at the valley before her and the little town that it held like a pearl inside an oyster.
"Here's to hoping they don't have many people who travel," Charlie didn't want to have to explain the wanted posters.
The town had one Main Street with smaller ones sprawling off into the surrounding hills. The grass was green and the river that ran behind the town was clear with plenty of fish. Charlie noted the town name, Redemption.
"Gone? What do you mean she's gone?" Miles didn't have the heart to tell Rachel that Charlie had left late last night and was probably not coming back.
"I mean Rachel, she's gone, she's not coming back," Miles knew that Charlie was not going to come back, he knew that she was tired of the fighting and tired of everything that came with it.
"Miles, you have to go after her. She doesn't know what's going on out in the world. She doesn't know the patriots are coming," Rachel knew that the patriots were coming and that there was nothing that Charlie could do about it.
Charlie entered the town and kept out a Weary eye. She couldn't be too cautious with people she didn't know. She looked at all the buildings waiting for something to happen. She was on guard for an attack, she knew that this town could be just like every other. She knew that this town, could hold her death sentence. If she wasn't careful.
"Welcome to Redemption," a sweet sounding Asian woman greeted Charlie with a smile.
"Thanks," Charlie was cautious, she had learned that not everyone was who they seemed.
"I'm Rebecca Chin. I'm one of the elders here in Redemption," Rebecca motioned for Charlie to walk with her.
"I'm..." Charlie was cut off when Rebecca held up her hand.
"Not here, come and meet the other elders first and then we will discuss who you are," Rebecca smiled.
Charlie was lead to the great Hall, where the chandelier were made out of Elkhorn. It was a long wooden structure and at the far end sat four chairs, three of which were occupied. Rebecca smiled and then took her spot in the fourth chair.
"Welcome to our town Charlotte Matheson," a grey haired man smiled at Charlie.
"How do you know who I am?"
"Don't you remember me?" a shorter black woman smiled.
Charlie recognized her but couldn't place where she knew her from.
"Grace Bomont, from the tower. Now I'm just Grace Hudson, shop keeper," Grace smiled.
"You see, Redemption is a town for second chances. For people to leave their past behind them and start over. I was once a General in the army of Sebastian Monroe, but now I am just a farmer," the grey haired man smiled.
"Charlie, here there are only a few rules. The first, you don't ask about someone's past. Second, you will change your last name. Third, you must contribute to the community. Fourth, put your weapons up for good. Fifth, do not, under any circumstances, contact the people from your past," Grace smiled.
"Well then, I guess you can call me Charlotte Davis," Charlie smiled a true smile for the first time.
"Charlotte, I will help you navigate through all this and be your mentor," Rebecca stood.
"I can't wait," Charlotte smiled.
"Dad, I'm done with this! I've had it with your schemes! Mom is dead! Accept it!" Jason shoved the last of his things into his backpack.
"That's why we have to infiltrate the patriots son, to avenge your mother," Tom tried standing in Jason's way.
"I'm done dad. I'm going out on my own for a while," Jason shoved past his dad.
Well my darling readers, how's the story so far? I've got things in the works, so just you wait.