“Young man, you don't know what you are talking about," one of the oldest elders said to Apollos. "Sit down!" "I told him to speak, Jameson!" Kendrick said to the elder sternly. "And I am not done with him." Then Apollos continued, "Given the circumstances, I would say that a short time of tyranny is only a small sacrifice to pay for a longer period of peace. I know we will make more enemies, but our reaction to that would be more swift and efficient." Apollos went on to explain, "If I've learned anything from the people of Fayhold, it's that most of them are apathetic to political issues. That is part of why the rebellion is only a sect of the population. The people's stance on the current political system differs greatly from that of the general populace, who just want a peaceful atmosphere where they can live serene and mundane lives with their families and loved ones until they die, with or without the Emperor ruling over them." "So, with that said, I don't think we would make
“We made the mistake of assuming that applying extra security to our homes instead of going out there and fighting against those terrorists was the best way to address the issue. But we have only lost the lives of several soldiers and innocent civilians as a result. So how about we don't make that same mistake again? How about we identify the rebels for what they are - terrorists and take proper action against this movement once and for all? Let's stop pretending like we don't know what to do about this. You all can act all practical and diplomatic in front of the civilians for all I care, but you can't fool me because I know all of you. Let's bring an end to this, and for once in our dishonest lives, stand up for what we believe is right instead of putting up a false front for the approval of men. How about a bit of integrity for once?” All the leaders remained silent, including Kendrick, who wanted what he had just said to sink in. Knowing all the elders, he knew that they all agr
When he did so, all of them looked at each other for a short time before returning their gaze to him. None of them showed any sign of surprise at what he had just said, which amazed him. “You all knew?” asked Harold. “We believed so,” Olivia said. “It's been quite obvious so far. Your plans for infiltrating the Prefect's home had a certain familiarity to them, which indicated that you had an intimate source from within—unless you lived and grew up in the Prefect's home.” “Interesting,” Harold remarked as he examined each of them. He also looked at Emil, the one he suspected of being the mole who leaked their information to the Emperor's prefect, but he showed no sign of surprise either. It was more like he had prepared for this as a possibility, given the circumstances. Harold wanted to use this as an opportunity to call him out, but he didn't want to do so without extraordinary evidence. “So, tell us what this person told you,” Conrad said. “It must be something useful, isn't it?”
“No, he is not,” Olivia said. “You just made us all suspicious over nothing. Admit it.” “I'll admit it only after I have slaughtered the Prefect,” Harold said. “The Prefect's life and death should be all we strive towards, not petty quarrels.” “Are you serious, Harold?” Olivia asked. “We need to remedy this now!” “No, we don't,” Harold said. “We have a great war ahead of us. That is all that matters. We can settle our disagreement with Emil after all is settled. That way things will be resolved at the right time - when we know we have a future outside the rebellion, and not when things might go either way.” “But Emil is our friend,” Olivia said. “Yes,” Conrad said. “But he needs time to cool off. He might not have to join us tomorrow. Distrust on the battlefield is always a disaster. If he fights with us, it will be as an independent collaboration, not as one team with us.” “I can't believe this!” Olivia said. “Do you want to bail out as well?” asked Harold, looking serious. Oli
A long time ago, it had been a very long day at the market. Harold's parents were attending a meeting of elders at the chief's home, so it was up to the young Harold to take care of their business. He saw to it that their shop remained open until sunset when it was time to close. His father was a part-time blacksmith, while his mother was a woodcutter in her spare time. They sold their products every day at the market, and whenever they were summoned for a meeting of elders, Harold was responsible for putting things in order while they were gone. When sunset came, Harold closed down the shop, putting things in order as quickly as he could, also making sure he wasn't forgetting anything. Normally, his parents would return around this time, as meetings didn't typically take this long. But Harold chose not to worry about it, knowing there was always a good reason for irregularities like this. He put every valuable item in his bag and left the less valuable things in the shop, shoving t
Harold struggled to get up, barely recovering from the pain. “Why do you keep doing this to me, Olivia?” he asked. “Shut up!” she said. “We both agreed that you wouldn't bring up what happened that day to anyone!” “I know,” Cyrus said. “But is that why you did this? I don't think I'll ever recover from this pain. You have no idea how painful this is, do you?” “At least it serves you right for breaking your promise,” she said as her reddened face slowly became normal again. “You are evil,” Conrad said to his sister, still trembling in fear from a safe distance. “Not you too,” Olivia said as she looked at her younger brother. “I guess you have endured torture like this several times from her, haven't you?” Harold asked Conrad. “It gets worse,” Conrad replied, and his sister became emotional, almost shedding a tear. “You are so mean, little brother,” she said as she wiped her eyes. “I thought you loved me the most.” Now Conrad felt bad, and as he came closer to comfort her, she
Right after the meeting with the council of elders, the Prefect summoned Lucius, the acting figure in charge of the city's military in the absence of Philip. Oddly, though, he wasn't summoned to the court as usual, but rather to the private areas of the building, mainly the balcony of the Prefect's private residence. There he was, where Natalie would usually be in the daytime, staring into the darkening skies. Lucius came there, feeling slightly uncomfortable that he would be called into this place at such a time. Thankfully, when the prefect looked back at him, he was smiling and holding two cups of wine, gesturing for the captain to have one. Reluctantly, the captain went to his side and took one of them after giving a bow of respect. He gulped the drink and was amazed by its taste. “Amazing,” he said as he stared at the wine in the cup. “I know, right?” Kendrick said. “The fermentation was just right with this one. There will be more if you want.” “Thank you, prefect,” Lucius
Felix and Richard were alone with Cyrus in their room. Cyrus was fast asleep while Felix and Richard were having a discussion, sitting close to the entrance of the room. They were talking about their last spar, and Richard went on to apologize, explaining himself further. “I think you are the only one who understands me whenever I say that I don't like conflict,” Richard said. “Others get the wrong idea when they see me in a fight.” “Because when you indulge yourself to go the extra mile, you become unstoppable,” Felix said. “That was why you couldn't hold yourself from hurting me a bit during our spar. You were trying to hold yourself back while trying to be tough on me out of necessity, but you couldn't control yourself. I understand.” “Too bad Cyrus didn't,” Richard said. “Well, you can't blame him. He doesn't know you as much as I do,” Felix said. “Besides, if that weren't the case, you might have killed me, you know?” Before Cyrus could reply to that, they saw a female serva