𝑴𝑬𝑫𝑰𝑬𝑽𝑨𝑳 𝑴𝑬𝑫𝑨𝑳𝑳𝑰𝑶𝑵

⚔️𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 . . .⚔️

𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐝, 1091, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐱𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐬, 𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐨𝐭𝐡. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐱𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝, 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩. 𝐀𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐉𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐈𝐕 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐋𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐝..

''.. Attention please, the clergy and nobles!'' Julian muttered in a hushed tone. ''We call upon this meeting to discuss the future of our homeland, and the state of our dictator, Hoth. We cannot let this keep going under any circumstances!'' Julian slouched into his wooden chair, huffing as he crossed his arms and legs. ''And the formation of our rebellion has failed as the plans were torn and scattered by those pesky guards..'' He uttered, eyeing a guard who was berating and chastising a mere man for poor work efforts. He turned back around. ''.. But, as of yesterday when I had gone to sleep, I had this vision of some gallant savior saving us all. I don't know who it was, but it's somebody I should share about to you men.'' Julian turned to the man of the clergy, Pastor Cassian. ''What do you suppose of this idea, Pastor Cassian?''

Pastor Cassian rose his arms up high, grinning from ear to ear. ''That is the most splendid idea, Julian! A savior coming to save us all!'' He exclaimed, but placed his hands over his mouth. ''Apologies for my.. loud shout.'' He mumbled, sulking in his seat. ''And as the duty of the church, we will spread this idea with the townsfolk and we'll see from what happens there. Do not fret, my king. We will have our land back in no time.'' Cassian had agreed with a shake of his head. On that day after the meeting, the men had gone around, spreading their ideas to the townsfolk, who were very enlightened about this savior, but no men of Hoth's could find out about this prophecy or else that would be shattered as well.

''You must be blubbering nonsense, dear! Why would you say such thing as a savior coming to save us all?'' Vandalia muttered, hanging up the tunics on the clothesline. ''Here I am, working my tail off to not get us reprimanded and possibly beaten by those guards, while you're babbling nonsense to the pastor, clergy and the nobles, including the serfs!'' She scowled, ''And I presume you've already shared these ideas to Winola and Alaric?'' Vandalia raised a brow as Julian sighed in defeat. ''.. I've already given up hope, and I'm surprised you still have it.''