The first rebel, an archer, shot his arrow, aiming at Lucius, but right before he could shoot it, he felt an arrow lodge itself into his chest. The rebel looked in shock at Richard, who had pulled out an arrow and fired so quickly that he didn't notice. The rebel behind Richard was about to attack, but the chief's son instinctively ducked and kicked, putting an arrow through his hip, causing the rebel to scream out in pain. The other rebels had begun attacking the other two—Cyrus and Lucius—who had begun fighting side by side by default, both being great swordsmen. Richard noticed Felix and cried out to him to get on one of the horses and ride away. "We will catch up with you soon!" Richard cried out. "But don't get too far!" He also signaled for the other horses to follow as well, lest harm come to them in the fight. With those instructions, Felix got on the horse and began galloping away, and as he was moving, two archers readied their bows, ready to fire at the unsuspecting rid

Far in the extreme ends of the town was an isolated area, covered in bushes that hadn't been cleared yet for the complete construction of the new walls. This was the hiding place of the rebels, where they would meet to discuss tactics and strategies. It was also the temporal hiding place for Harold Hamilton, known to those outside the upper echelons of the leaders of the rebellion as "the Berserker." There he was, having a casual talk with Conrad, his close friend and confidant; Olivia, Harold's lover and Conrad's sister; and Emil, a stealth hunter. But just as they were having a good time, a messenger arrived, breathing heavily. This caused the three of them to get up immediately, each alarmed by the manner with which the person had barged in. "Were you being followed?" asked Harold, getting upset. "No, that's not it," the person said, panting. "You came here in a hurry, which means you didn't bother to check if you were being followed," Conrad said. "Running towards an isola

While Emil had left the bushes to give the siblings some private time, the young rebel had already gotten back to his home. Emil processed everything that was happening and felt like he needed to have some time with the other members of the leadership echelon to discuss how they could bring Harold under proper accountability. Harold was like a fire that couldn't be quenched; he was like a gear that could drive a machine independently without help from the other parts. He and the other two were regarded as his close friends, but they were always subject to putdowns. To people who were familiar with them, it was like they were nothing more than complementaries who supported him in everything regardless of their logical disagreements with him. Emil had just about had it with Harold. He wanted to talk to him personally, but knew that would only end up being a frustrating experience. But with the others, along with delegates and leaders from the lower echelons, it might prove to be a l

Kendrick was upset with all that had just happened as he looked at his surviving soldiers. “My daughter had better be safe or I will be having everyone of you executed!”, Kendrick said as he ran towards his daughter's room. But she burst open the locked doors from inside and ran out to him before he could get there, crying out loud. Kendrick kissed her forehead as he wiped off her tears with his thumbs. “It's alright”, he said to her. She looked beside him and saw Cyrus, covered in blood and sweat, panting. Kendrick noticed she was looking at Cyrus, and he smiled. “That young man saved my life”, he said, and she looked back at him. “If not for him, I would have been killed.” Felix and Richard were behind the dead soldier who that last rebel had just killed. Richard had killed a few of them with his arrows, while Felix followed behind. “What happened to all the soldiers I had stationed outside?”, Kendrick cried out angrily. “How could they let this hap

As Conrad walked away, Harold kissed her one last time. "How long?" she asked. "Two days," Harold replied. Then she turned towards Conrad, who was now almost out of sight. "Two days!" she yelled at him. He understood and signaled towards her with his hand before continuing on his way. Before Olivia could turn back to face Harold, he had already lifted her up with strange glee. She had never seen Harold so joyful, not in forever. As she felt herself getting swung around, elated by Harold's joyful smile, she couldn't help but feel that this moment would be short-lived, and a terrible thing was about to occur. Cyrus had put on his casual clothes and went to meet Richard and Felix, who were about to start a brief training session. Oddly enough, it wasn't for anything formal or very important, and the both of them couldn't help laughing at Cyrus when he asked the strange question. "I'm supposed to meet with Natalie soon. Tell me, how do I look? Is my hair well combed?" They