Rebel

Prologue

It had been a dark time when anger and bloodshed had scoured across the land. Friends, family, even loved ones had begun fighting against one another as the King of Dawsbury raised the taxes on the most ridiculous of items. People were thrown into a chaotic frenzy, fighting against those with wealth and power, but for what? Things they couldn't afford? Because of this, friends and family were torn apart, turned against one another as war began to rise from the depths of all of the festering hatred. 

It was a time of great sadness as people fell in the streets, homelessness becoming a huge issue as people began losing their homes. Hunger became just as bad when the price for food became to high and no one could afford it. War and famine decimated the world, and to the King, it was all some sort of sick game that he was enjoying playing. 

No one expected anyone to rise up and change the views of the warring people. That's just what they did though, the Shadow Dwellers. A group of immortals that had ended one war, but began a new one that was directed straight at the King. 

The people turned on their King and his family, the immortal shadow dwellers aiding in ending whatever mutiny the king himself had caused. For months, the rioting and fighting against royal guards who had tried to defend their King had gone on. There seemed to be no end in sight, that was, until the day their King stepped out on his balcony and declared the drop in prices on everything, including taxes. He had declared aid for those who had lost their home, finding them new ones or returning their previous one to them. Other's were aided in giving proper burial to their dead, it seemed as if everything had finally begun to smooth out for the people of Dawsbury. 

For nearly two years, it was a struggle to rebuild and heal from the losses they gained through the war. Men, women and children, all traumatized from the experience of having to go through war. It was around this time that the news of the King's passing had reached the town's folk. Speculation began flying between one person and others, rumors beginning to swirl around as to what had actually happened. 

Had he been murdered?

Maybe it was suicide?

There was even the possibility that the immortals themselves had done him in just to keep him from repeating what had happened. Regardless of what had actually happened, the King himself slowly faded into history as the years went on, much like the dark times that followed after his name. No one wished to remember times such as those, wanting to move forward into more of a golden age. 

With the king's death, his son rose into power, taking up the crown as one of the youngest kings ever at fourteen. At the same time, the people's immortal aid had vanished, never to be seen again. They had disappeared upon the wind and slowly slipped away into recesses of everyone's memories. Though the royal family may never be given a chance to forget what happened as a single note was left as a warning to the new King. 

Mind your actions as we are always
watching. We shall return in a time
when we are once again needed. Do
not follow within your ancestors
footsteps. You have been warned. 

And so, they faded back into shadow where the had come from. Forgotten with time as people moved on with their lives, leaving the pain and bloodshed behind them. It was time to focus on the time of peace while it lasted. All of it had happened nearly 200 years ago and now a new darkness was beginning to creep up on the small village of Dawsbury. The towns folk completely unsuspecting and oblivious of the shadows that were reaching for the people's peaceful little village.