Marks of Reconstruction- The Great Royal Revolution

Chapter 1- Mfalme

"You're going to be the hope of this land" A mother said while holding her newborn son "Mfalme, your future is going to be bright"

The new king looked at the horizon as the sun was starting to hide, he remembered those words his mother always told him and smiled.

"You were right mother, you were always right"

Mflame was born in Zamani, a land ruled by 3 brothers that belonged to a clan, the Zamani clan, which gave the former nameless land a name, for generations the rule of Zamani had been passed from father to son, imposing a government that would now be considered a tyranny, the leaders had absolute power over the people, who constantly lived in fear, after all, even the smallest accusation against the Zamani clan would be punished with death.

The leaders forced the people to work daily until they passed out from exhaustion, always under the excuse of lacking resources when in reality, they lived in abundance while the citizens were the ones who died of starvation, but as much as they wanted, they were unable to complain, after all, they were just mere servants to the rulers, who made sure to remind them of it.

Mflame was slightly more lucky than most of the people that lived there, he was the son of a single mother, which would have made him a total outcast if it wasn't for the fact that one of the 3 leaders was interested in his mother, even making her his main mistress, something common for the leaders and males in general, being able to have as many women as they wanted, after all, they were nothing more than objects to them.

While Mflame didn't live in poverty like most people, he was nowhere near close as the standard the leaders had, yes, he was decently fed and had a roof over his head, but nothing more, after all, his only advantage was that his mother was able to get some benefits from being with one of the leaders, even though she hated being treated as an object, she did it for her son.

Mflame and his mother were close, they were all the other had since Mflame's father had dissapeared and Mflame wasn't good with socializing and making friends, his mother always taught him about kindness, respect and compassion, the contrary to what was usually taught in Zamani, therefore, Mflame was considered a freak by most of the people but let me tell you, he was actually proud of being a freak.

At first it was hard for Mflame, not only was he called a freak because of his personality but also for his appearance, especially his hair, most of it was black but his tufts were red, something strange, and he was picked up on commonly, but his mother always told him to not hold grudges to those that wrong him, that the time for everyone will come and that instead, he tried to be the best person possible.

So Mfalme had a relatively normal life in Zamani, while it could definitely be better, it wasn't exactly bad.

However, it all changed when he was a teen.

A sudden attack struck Zamani, it was apparently a group of rogues, while the clan was somewhat able to fight back, a lot of lives were lost an unfortunately, one of them was Mflame's mother, who died to give her son the chance to escape being killed.

Mflame ran for a couple of minutes until he had to stop to take a breath, looking back he saw that the fight was still going on, but honestly, he would rather not know how it was going to end.

*What am I going to do now?* He thought *Where am I supposed to go? Who am I supposed to be? This way of living, of  people fearing that their lives are going to end in any moment, that the leaders only see them as toys for their benefit, no, it can't keep going on, if something that has gone for generations doesn't work, then it has to change*

"Mflame?"

The teen jumped at the voice and turned around worried that one of the rogues had caught up to him, fortunately, the person that spoke was Malkia, one of Mfalme's few friends, it seemed like she also survived the attack.

"Malkia?" Mfalme hesitantly asked.

"Are you alright?" Malkia replied as she slowly approached.

"No...I'm not" Mflame replied while looking at the village that was still being attacked as they spoke, had he been heard by anyone else he would have been called weak for expressing his feelings, however, Malkia knew that showing how you feel isn't weak, her father taught her that.

Malkia also looked towards the village and asked that important question:

"What are we going to do now?"

*I don't know* Mflame wanted to say, however, he remembered something his mother had told him, if there was light, there was hope, even in the worst situations, there is a solution, you just have to be determined enough to find it.

Mfalme looked at the horizon, the sun was just starting to come out, that's when he took a decision.

For now, they would leave Zamani, but not forever, they would get stronger and wiser and one day, when the sun rised, they would return.

Mflame would return, he would return as a king.