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Chronicles of a Rise Foretold
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[Chronicles of a Rise]
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A bearded man reaches and grabs you. Overpowering, you struggle to fight back… You’re not the only ones in the chamber. Many like you, boys, girls, men and women alike but also other men… So Barbaric in their violence you witness. Some are masked, other kept their faces exposed. Bookshelves knocked over, overturned candles feed a starting fire…
…This is all you remember from your once glorious and prestigious Kingdom. You, guardian of the present and future, have failed at your honorable task of protecting its secrets. The legend has it that under this castle − now nothing more than ruins − are complex passages and corridors where only the righteous will be guided to an unbelievable amount of fortune and power. But the inflammable state of kingdoms, the slightest spark, was sufficient to kindle the mass into a flame; and this quickly took place.
Now few and meagre are the remains of the castle, what from the destroying hand of man, and the mouldering effects of time, the fortress has disappeared, and a diminutive ruin marks the place where it stood. No lofty' gateway-no grim and massive keep, with frowning battlements overlooks the vale below, no remains of banqueting hall, where the feudal nobles displayed their little less than regal splendour, are to be seen; all gone-all vanished. You, guardian of the Now and Then, know the truth. Fortune? No. But power, yes. This is where many scriptures and religious books have been kept for hundreds of years.
It’s been 15 years since your Kingdom has been sieged. Fifteen long years since you and your Brothers were killed, tortured and kept captive by… You don’t know. No captives − like yourself − knows of anything more than you. You turn over on your cot, sick with fear. You were granted permission to revisit its ruins since the siege. In hopes that you remember any more information you might have ‘forgotten’ during the last interrogation sessions. There’s more torture than actual questioning, you realize. More whip than words. And of course, you are always escorted by guards every time you left your cell.
This sickening feeling, the one you’ve just experience, on your wet cot, in a rotting cell shared with numerous terrified and hungry men and women, was the same you developed as you stepped over the hill. Somehow, someday, its true secret was revealed to every county surrounding these lands. You no longer sense of an incoming race to obtain these scripture, but you know it is inevitable. How many counties are there around here? Five, six? You don’t know. Nothing of this matter to you, since they will never find what they seek. Only you and a select few will be wise enough to truly find what they fear − and need. But to get to the secret, they will have to pass through you, and to get pass you… Impossible you tell yourself. You will endure hundreds more of torturing before they will even get a whisper out of you...
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