Revolution [MINSUNG]

1 - Lets start a revolution

And just like said the whole rebels group was ready and hiding at the border of the forest at dawn. Minho sat on Sam, on both inside and outside weirdly calm. His breath was steady and his heartbeat normal. As if he wasn't going to start a revolution today.

"Do you all remember the plan?", he shouted behind himself, gently turning his black horse around. Hundreds of armoured men stood there, excitement and readiness on their faces, as they were nervously fumbling with either their weapons or horse's reins.

"Yes!" Hearing all of them shout in unison made shivers crawl down Minho's back. "Are you all ready?", he asked, the other's excitement infecting him. "Yes!" "Are we going to revolutionise this kingdom?" "YES!", every man proudly shouted that one word, as if they were agreeing to a wedding vow and not to kill innocent people.

Well they wont kill innocent people, at least they'll try to, but some guards will fall, even though the king was their actual goal.

With one last look at all the ready faces in front of him, Minho nodded and turned around again, a glint of agitation in his eyes and the adrenalin now pumping through his veins.

"Then, lets start a revolution!", he shouted, holding his silver, shining sword up high as Sam rose high into the air with his forelegs like its often done in movies. And as soon as he sank back down again, the first sunbeams crawled over the eastern mountains, painting the scenery into a golden glamour.

With a loud scream of excitement Minho got Sam into a steady gallop, leading his army to the walls of the city. Most of the villagers were still sleeping, peacefully, not knowing what will happen to their beautiful and old city today.

In a tantivy the group reached the guarded entrance in no time. The guards still sleepy noticed them way too late and were only able to alarm their neighbours by shouting, "Alarm! Alarm! Rebels!", before they already felt the cold metal of a sharp knife cutting through their leather armours.

Some screamed in agony, some in horror and some in surprise, but in Minho's ears they all mixed into a song of misery. He ignored the screams and got off of Sam, running towards the heavy hand gear to lift the even heavier iron gate.

Loud shouts of joy told him that he had managed to get the gate up high enough, and soon enough his men were flooding into the village, their horses galloping over the streets, waking the innocent inhabitants.

The brunette got down from the wall and ran towards Sam, who was waiting for him well-behaved on the other side of the road. With a small praise he got up again and followed his men into the centre, where all the guards would be.

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Warm sunbeams made their way through the light curtains of Jisung's room, tickling the brunette's face and forcing him to turn around with a loud groan. Maybe, staying up late again and reading in the library hasn't been the best idea.

But now that he was somehow awake he wasn't able to fall back asleep again, so he could just get up as well. He knew that it was still fairly early, considering that the sun was barely above the mountains and it was mid-spring.

He also knew that his father wont be up in the next hours, which made his heart ease a bit. He never really got along well with his dad, even though his father had something against him and not vice versa. But the elder had always managed to put extra pressure on his son, wanting him to fail.

Which Jisung never did, he was presentable in everything. But the permanent watching from his dad had made him a pro at sneaking around, being able to still do whatever he wanted even though his father was really strict with him.