The Fall

The Fall of BASTILLE

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Today was the day Mr Bardock had waited for so long .There was clear bloodlust in his eyes as he had gathered along with other people.

Being a dual sword weilder he had two menacingly long swords strapped to his back.

There infront of him stood the great Fort BASTILLE .It was declared as sign of justice, honour and strength. Common people tough saw it as sign of tyranny.

This is where potical prisoners and suspect of Renaissance were dumped indefinitely. There were no trials no appeals punishment was life imprisonment or hanged to death.

Lining the perimeter were soldiers in ranks.Clearly nervous by sheer number of people who still were gathering with whatever they could muster.People brought swords,knives, sickles and axes.

The commander general issued final warning for people to disperse or they would open fire.

The people were no longer afraid they had enough autocracy already.

Then suddenly a man crept dangerously near was shot and the madness begun.

The people fell before gunfire but the stream followed. Though unskilled what they lacked in skill was made up by their fury against injustice.

As possessed Mr Bardock ran into ranks of soldiers hacking dozens with his swords.His onsaulght encouraging others and filling dread in his enemies.

He sliced through their lines as easily as a hot knife would through butter.As other people pushed behind him nearing the fort wall .Mr Bardock slipped on blood from rampage.

A guard was above him instantly death smiling at his face Mr Bardock stared at the sword coming down. But somehow the guard along with his sword fell backwards.Dead!!

Mr Bardock saw above to notice what had happened. At the guards post stood a woman with a knife in left hand pressed in right eye socket of a poor soul hacking other soldier with the sickle.

She was symphony for death even while killing ruthlessly she had saved him.As he now watched at the dead soldier he observed he was hit precisely by a connon ball in head.

This lasted only for few hours. The Fort had fallen.The prisons were unlocked families reunited

Mr Bardock was excited to head forward blood of enemies drenched him.This was his victory this was victory of people.

As he entered the dark region he was disappointed to find three old prisoners playing cards.

OLD swines he thought how would they possibly harm the king or inspire people this prisoners were worthless even for his cause.

But a noise caught his attention . There behind that stone door as he forced it open.He couldn't believe his eyes he was staring at the Living Legend

JASON BRANDON.

Back at Lagoons-

" Linda .Thanks "Mr Bardock hung down his face ." How did you knew that iron ball wouldn't hit me instead?"

Mrs Bardock shrugged her shoulders without looking up from her knitting "I didn't. I just chose lesser of two evils.Even if that cannon ball would have hit you.I would have consoled myself that you better died at my hands rather than someone else."

Mr Bardock laughed aloud guessing if his wife was rather joking?
He never knew.

Today was great accomplishment The Fort of BASTILLE had fallen and he had found the man who had released his father from bonded labour.

If not for him Mr Bardock and his children to follow would have been slaves to BRANDON ESTATE till eternity. He hid noble Jason in room above bar but something was wrong with him he avoided light and kept on stiching boots in corner.Rest of the day he just stared in thin air crying Rose.... rose...ros.