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In the city of France where the royalty looked down at the lower class, in the front yard of one of the mansions a group of people wearing masks were having a party. Playing their nobel games and chatting around with some special guests at the party. All being watched over by a line of robed men wearing the red flower symbol.
'They claim it's the natural order' A woman spoke, and music began to play.
'They're born rich, and we're born poor, and that's just the will of God; it's the natural order for them to get rich by milking us dry with impossible rents and unpayable taxes, my mother hasn't paid her taxes for years now because she's just too poor' In a couple feat away hooded figures stood their unmoving.
'Sooner or later they'll send around their bully boys and you all know what I mean by that' A man with a tattoo of an eclipse on his forehead whispered to a pale person, who simply nodded, the man then walked away, with two others following him.
'They thought it would stay like that until the end of time'
A young woman was standing around the fire with her group of like minded individuals standing around near the rocks as she was giving her speech. All listen in their attention to her as she speaks with passion for the revolution. Now looking at her and seeing her dressed in a noble outfit but suited for the adventure. Colored in pink with tassels around her waist with her stomach wrapped around with a green sash.
A fair maiden with demeanor and posture to match. emerald bluish green eyes around her whitish colored skin and long hair tied together by a green ribbon leaving behind two strands that stick out in her face. Despite her appearances she was of the lower class despite her outfit suggesting otherwise. Despite that she was struggling to make ends meet and gathered her group here to remind the people on what they were fighting for. Even if they all come from different backgrounds of life.
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'Well, the king thought it was his divine right to be king, but do you know what happened to him?' The young woman was making her speech around the campfire to the other group of people who hated the rich.
'He's been arrested, the government in Paris has overthrown the monarchy and declared a republic' A couple feet away a young man with brown hair laid against a tree listening to her speech.
'To hell with the natural order, no more kings, no more aristocrats...' She then raise he fist high.
'Vive la Révolution!' She said to the group except for the boy.
'Vive la Révolution!' The boy who listened to this simply smiled.
In the distance those same men with tattoos of an eclipse on their forehead drew their weapons, one landed on a tree branch, one came out of the bushes. While the last one jumps straight into the campfire extinguishing the flame. He snarled, ready to take the lives of these revolutionaries for their master but he had someone he needed to kill first. Looking at the boy with sword in hand, both stood up. The boy before him pulled out his weapon of choice.
