My child, I have a story to tell. It was about a man. A man named Devadas. He was infatuated with fairytales, much like you. Now, where may I start?
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It was a time where things were changing. The atmosphere wasn't exactly old or classical, but it wasn't modern or futuristic either. It was that awkward, middle stage.
And it was that stage where the people were easily influenced.
And those who knew politics through and through, took this as a chance. Took this as a chance to get what they wanted.
And one of these people, was Devadas.
At first, his ideals were okay. I certainly didn't mind them, but I wasn't interested enough to actually follow him. Gradually, he became twisted. Warped into the fact that there is such thing as a 'perfect utopia'. And this, my child, was where things turned downhill.
He was a child. Anyone who spoke up against him, or wanted to share a thought had suddenly disappeared. Like they had never existed. And we were forced to keep silent. And people supported this.
Devadas eventually rose to power over all, and there was not anyone who had heard his name.
I had known a boy, a boy I was very close to. Closer than friends, but that's something for another time, my child.
He couldn't stand this. He refused to remain silent, and was able to create a steady group that opposed Devadas. This group had simple called themselves 'The Khons.' It's kinda clever, don't cha think? Ehehehe.
But anyway, this group lasted well over a month before they came. I was with them at that time. Eventually, they had came. Devadas' men. The men had easily defeated us, as we had no training for combat.
They stuffed us all into a truck and carried us all off, and it seemed as if we drove for days. But that's when we stopped. As we were shoved out of the truck, there was a looming cliff that seemingly no end. I looked left and right. We were going to get pushed into the abyss.
But how did I escape? This is the part I somewhat...don't remember. But I do remember I had a gun in my hands, from one of the soldiers I had stolen from. I think. By the time it was all over, I had lost many. Even that boy I had cared for. I didn't have the courage to lead The Khons as successfully as he once did.
But However, we had left enough propaganda to stir up the Internet. Many spoke up like he did, and they kept growing and growing. Devadas couldn't erase them all. He'd have no one to follow his ideals.
Then, it was his turn to disappear.
Ah, but I forget my child. You are young. I wish not to give all the details of which Devadas had done, but that is why we have history. To remember not to repeat what has been done already.
Thanks for reading, it's kinda late and I know it feels rushed. The narrator is pretty old ^^; I'll touch it up later. Thanks again.
