Night

Chapter 3: Cauldron

Cauldron

A witch stares at the open window. Before her eyes, and through her crooked glasses, tinted yellow with age, she sees nothing but a rancid mess of a city. A vague memory flashes across her mind. It seems surreal, but she knows that it is indeed memory, and not an invention of the mind. She remembers a time where this citadel was strong. The governing powers took pride in the nation's progress. A time where we were united by choice, not by fear and force. A time when more feared the nation from the exterior than the interior. 

She takes a trip with her soul, out of her body and the stuffy underground basements that holds her dearest secrets. Her prized possessions, artifacts when the governing power used to be sane. She wanders into the street and breathes in the life of the city. An obnoxious smell enters her nostrils as she sighs. Life has been dropping in the city. The energies of the souls have been dropping. She closes her eyes of her soul and opens her eyes from the heart and peers into the conscience of the common man.

She worries about the troubles she sees. She hears for the voice within. That voice that is telling each and every single one of them, "I want to break free". That voice is screaming at the top of their lungs for the injustice that was served. The pride that was robbed away from them. The lies they want to run away from. And never again see in their lives. 

This voice is currently hidden under the rubble and debris of the suppression that this country has put us under. The muffled voices, scream together in unison, forming a voice as powerful as an oncoming storm. I hear these pained cries, as I let sympathy mercilessly mobilize my emotions. I can afford to be human, at least for this much. I slowly open my eyelids, as a blurred sight meets me. I know what it is. I open my eyes completely, and as I embrace the cold reality, a genuine tear rolls down my cheeks. I flinch at the uncommon feeling, but I don't resist it. Emotion fills a deep valley in my heart, before vanishing out of sight. 

I am the witch. A purification of the curse of a hundred years by greed and monarchy shall be performed soon. The salvation of this nation falls on my shoulders and my shoulders only. I have no team, no allies, but an army. The seeds of revenge are boiling. The cauldron is boiling. Goddess Nemesis is stirring. A sin of a hundred years shall be cleansed, and the time is now.

The power of a billion distraught souls shall stand on my side. I will fight with valiant courage and strength. I will speak out for the people who have lost their voice. 

Revolt shall stir.

Revolution shall change us all.