REBEL'S RISE.

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REBEL'S RISE

       REBEL RISE BY OLATOMI SAMUEL.

IN LOVING MEMORY OF MR. J. ADE. OLATOMI.

                    ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

In the journey of crafting "Rebels Rise," I have been fortunate to be surrounded by individuals whose contributions have been invaluable.

To my loved ones, whose unwavering support and encouragement have been my guiding light, I offer my deepest gratitude.

My mother, Mrs Pat. Olatomi, your selfless devotion to my desires and ambition has been a constant source of strength.

Olasubomi Onifade, your insightful feedback and steadfast friendship have enriched this story.

To my mentors and writing companions, whose expertise and camaraderie have nurtured my growth:

I also extend my appreciation to the entire community of the NATIONAL ASSOCIATION OF PUBLIC ADMINISTRATION STUDENTS, (NAPAS) OOU BRANCH. whose dynamism, political structure and love has informed and influenced my narrative.

I will not be so ungrateful to overlook Zainab Junaid. Your impact on this journey has been profound. Thank you for your love, support and encouragement. They've been a stepping stone  to the progress of rebel rise.

My achievements will be nothing without the Almighty God, the  author of my life. What would we have done without you. All praises be to you.

In gratitude,

SAMUEL OLATOMI.

FOREWORD

Chapter 1: The Eve of War

King Don stood on the battlements of the northern castle, gazing out at the lush landscape. His heart heavy with foreboding, he knew this might be his last sunset. Tomorrow, he would ride into battle against his former friend, Tarin, King of the South.

Don's thoughts turned to Rebecca, his beloved wife. Her gentle touch, her wise counsel, and her unwavering support had been his rock. He cherished the memories of their laughter-filled nights and the promises they shared.

As he descended into the castle, the warmth of the hearth and the love of his people enveloped him. The northerners admired Don's fairness, courage, and compassion. Children chased each other through the halls, their laughter echoing off the stone walls.

Rebecca awaited him in their chambers, her hands cradling her swollen belly. "My love, must you go?" she asked, tears brimming.

Don knelt beside her, his fingers intertwined with hers. "I must protect our people, our land. Tarin's ambition knows no bounds."

Rebecca's face set in determination. "You will return to me, to our child."

The next morning, King Don stood on the battlements of the northern castle, his favorite spot in the castle gazing at the peaceful town of northern Alameda. His heart heavy with thoughts as he steps down to prepare.

Gabby, his personal guard and second-in-command, approached him. "Your Majesty, the men are ready. We should depart soon."

Don nodded, his eyes still on the horizon. "Gabby, I've known Tarin since we were boys. We fought side by side, shared our deepest secrets. What drove him to this?"

Gabby's expression turned somber. "Ambition, sire. Power corrupts. He wants to unify the lands under his rule."

Don sighed. "I once thought we shared a vision for peace. Now, I wonder if I was blind to his true nature."