The Rise Of Freedom

Introduction

One day, there is a man named Ares living in the largest city within a forest. This city is as big as the island of Cebu, filled with kind and friendly people. Most houses are made from wood because of the nearby trees. Ares has hair as black as shadows and eyes as blue as the sky.

One morning, while on his way to buy bread, Ares meets Jose, a newcomer to the city. Jose asks, "Could you show me around this huge city?" Ares agrees and takes him around. During their walk, Ares points out the king's palace. Jose asks, "Is your king crazy or nice?" Ares replies, "He is more than crazy. He is evil." Jose, curious, asks, "Why do you think that?" Ares explains, "He uses both black and white people as slaves."

Jose is shocked. "Why don't you do something about it?" he asks. Ares sighs, explaining, "He has a very strong army." The city has attempted many revolts, but each one failed due to the king's advanced military gear, while the townspeople only have simple swords that are no match. "Maybe I can kill the king," says Jose.

"Are you sure?" Ares asks. "The king always wears bulletproof armor." Still, Jose and Ares decide to gather the villagers to plan a revolution. "Alright, people," says one of the villagers, "do you know why we're here today?" Another asks, "Are we planning to kill the king?" Ares answers, "Yes! We want to end this evil king's rule and stop the slavery!"

Another villager, concerned, asks, "Are you sure we can win? The city has tried many revolutions, but all of our soldiers died. What makes you think this time will be different?" Ares answers, "Last time, you all used wooden weapons while the king's army had iron and gold. This time, we'll make iron weapons." Another villager asks, "But how will you get enough iron for 25,000 people?"

Ares replies, "Simple! All of the 25,000 people will go to the caves to mine iron. Easy as that!" However, the villagers are disappointed at the thought of such hard work. One villager shouts, "Are we going to mine iron just to fight and lose again? Your plan is terrible!"

The crowd begins booing, and someone yells, "Stop talking nonsense!" Despite the negative reactions, Ares and Jose leave to start mining iron in the caves, determined to follow through with their plan, even if the city doesn't fully support them.

After two months, the villagers gathered enough iron for all 35,000 people. "That was quick!" said Jose. "We should start the war," added Ares. They forged swords, daggers, and other weapons. Once ready, they held another meeting.

"Alright, everyone!" said Ares. "Since you didn't want to mine iron yourselves, we mined it for you all." The villagers were relieved and excited as smiles spread across their faces, filling the air with hope.

In this meeting, they discussed the final attack plan. Jose addressed the crowd, "The village people are ready. No matter how strong or fearful the king may be, we're all prepared to do our part." The king's reign of oppression had lasted long enough, and the villagers were ready to bring it to an end.

Jose continued, "The plan is this: we'll go around to the back of the king's castle, where the shadows are thickest, and the guards rarely patrol. They won't see us approaching the castle." He declared, "We'll strike in two months. During that time, we'll train hard."

The villagers agreed, knowing this would be a challenging task that required determination and teamwork. For their freedom, they had to succeed.

Two months passed, and the villagers trained tirelessly. They improved their skills and strength to rival the king's guards. Their once simple band of villagers was now a formidable, disciplined group, well-prepared for battle.

At last, the day arrived. The sun was setting, and night was approaching, casting darkness over the village. The villagers donned their armor and readied their swords, daggers, bows, and snipers. They held one last brief meeting before the battle.

"We'll divide into three groups," Ares explained. "8,750 will use swords, 8,750 will use bows, 17,500 will wield daggers, and Jose and I will handle the snipers."

Late that night, Ares, Jose, and the villagers quietly gathered in the forest near the king's castle. The air was thick with tension, broken only by the whispers among the villagers and the rustling of leaves. They held torches to light their path; these were essential to move stealthily in the dark.

If they didn't have torches, the darkness would swallow them whole. A nervous villager voiced a concern: "Isn't this risky? If the castle guards notice us, we'll be caught."

Ares, his voice low, instructed, "Keep your torches low." He felt the thunderous beat of his heart as he whispered the command. The villagers held their weapons with a firm grip, their faces were filled with determination. This was the moment they had trained for, the moment that would determine their fate.

They waited, the silence heavy, each heartbeat echoing louder than thunder. The path ahead was clear. Ares glanced back at his people and then shouted, "Now!"

The villagers surged forward, a tide of determined faces. Their advance was swift and fierce. A few guards caught completely off guard, reacted with surprise, their shouts lost in the ensuing chaos.

The king woke up from his sleep, looked out from his balcony, and was stunned by the sight of his army losing. He had always underestimated his people, believing them too cowardly to challenge his authority. But now, witnessing their unwavering resolve, he realized his mistake.

With a frown on his face, he drew his sword. "So, it will be your undoing," he declared, his voice echoing through the night. "I admire your foolish courage," he added, "but it will cost you dearly."

He descended from the balcony and went out to meet Ares. His eyes burned with a mixture of anger and grim amusement. The villagers froze for a moment, unnerved by the king's confidence, but Ares held his ground, meeting the king's gaze without flinching.

Ares shouted, "It's over, your majesty," You think I'll lose to a band of peasants? Let me teach you a lesson in power!" Said the king

With a roar, the king lunged forward. Ares evaded the attack. He retaliated swiftly, his sword flashing as he aimed a brutal blow at the king's left arm.

"You're nothing but insects!" the king screamed in rage.

But before he could continue, Jose's well-aimed shot struck the king's leg, bringing him down. The king, wounded and helpless, fell to his knees.

The villagers, seizing the moment, swiftly overwhelmed the king's remaining soldiers. The king, struggling to speak, hissed, "You... will regret this..."

Ares shook his head. "The only thing we regret is allowing you to rule for so long."

The king had finally collapsed, and the villagers stood in stunned silence for a moment, realizing they won. One by one, they began to cheer. They had done it, they had ended the king's rule and finally had relieved their freedom. The end