FireMaiden
Grade A Bitch
Dark clouds slowly crept across the sky above, the pitter patter of scatter rain hitting the cobblestone streets adding to this gloomy day in Terberis. The usual hustle and bustle of the main city market was unaffected though, the common folk not letting a little rain get in the way of the daily rat race called survival. Among these good folk, stood an old man on tattered clothing. His feet firmly planted atop an old crate, his eyes wide and wild. "You fools!" He called, a few disinterested glances turning his way. "Can you not see it? Can you not feel it?! Enone himself is weeping! He weeps for us!" Those glances turned away, another religious fanatic spewing his paranoid ravings. Graphing at straws for attention. Annoying of course, but not uncommon here. The man gasped, clutching at his chest as he threw his head back, wild eyes staring up at the clouded sky. "King Sebastian has forsaken us! He has forgotten us! Sat in his tower, he cannot hear the good people of Liomura!" Once again, a few gazes shifted to watch. Crying so publicly about the king...the guard had already straightened up.
The old man bent forward, eyes finding the crowd shuffling by. "He takes and he takes and he takes! And he gives nothing in return!" The man cried. "His conquests will lead to war! It's already brewing, you cannot ignore the signs!" Once again, the man would be ignored. What was it to them if he started war? Terberis was safe. Nobody could touch it. "Our son's will be stolen and sent to their deaths, our economy will crumble! Nobody will be safe from Sebastian's wrath!" Still he was ignored. The wild look on his eyes turned desperate, he only needed one soul to listen. One man or woman or child to start the rebellion. One heart among the thousands that believed him. "Will you only act when it's too late?" He yelled, his voice breaking, his throat dry and hoarse. He could not ignore the heavy metallic footfalls behind him, guards sporting the royal emerald and gold armor descending onto him like a vulture on a fresh corpse.
He threw himself forward, off the crate and onto the cobblestone. Knobbly knees hit the ground, his hands clawing at the stone to pull himself forward. Thunder tore through the sky as the soft drizzle suddenly turned to an angry downpour. "YOU WILL REGRET IT!" He bellowed, heavy hands closing on his arms, the guard not bothering to put him on his feet. "YOU'LL SEE, YOU'LL ALL SEE! SEBASTIAN WILL BE OUR DOWNFALL!" He fought with the rain to be heard, the common folk turning the faces away from him as the guard dragged him away. Everything was fine. It had to be. Sebastian was simply a man in mourning, the old man was wrong. It was an easy to believe lie. Convenient denial. They had all seen the signs. Hear the rumors from passing merchants, the palace servants. But ignoring the signs was easier than facing them. Than staring down certain death as that man had. But there would no doubt be a few. Brave souls who would challenge what was dawning, how the world was turning. But just how far are the willing to go for Astoria?
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