Rain was dismissed from the hospital later that week. Despite being alleviated of the suffering from the injury, they held him in order to be satisfied that it wouldn't fester. He yearned to perform on his piano. It had his hands well-nigh begging to affix themselves to the keys. Traipsing his way to the exit door, all he saw was the blizzard. Gripping at his shoulders and sheltering himself with the infirmary provided jacket, Rain primed himself for the black frost awaiting him. With a heaving chest, he withdrew from the hospital and stepped outside.
The 'autumn' in Castavonia was candidly a five-day period that was typically ignored and just dubbed as the onset of winter. The same went for 'spring', which was the emergence of summer. Thus, this blanch tempest was far from an unordinary occurrence. The event that was extraordinary, however, was the lightning and thunder accompaniment. As the snow flurried around Rain, the noise radiated. *BOOM! RUMBLE! ROAR!* the sky bellowed. *CRACK!* the heavens fulminated above. Astounded by the violent sky blue electricity merged with gelid draft, he took it all in with a frosty sigh.
Rain traveled to the nearest city bus stop. He sat on the frozen, silver bar-made bench beneath a forest green awning. The awning had advertisements covering every inch. Scanning the advertisements, there was nothing of value besides an obligatory "Follow The State, Your Vote Counts!" poster. It was strange to think that Castavonia went from a system of communism, to a socialistic empire, to a patriarchal kingdom, and finally to its current democratic republic.
Finding his way home was no issue. His house appeared to be fine with a few scorch marks. Rubbing a finger against a wall, no soot was left behind. Rain concluded that the smoke jumpers -firemen, essentially- cleaned it up after fighting the flames. He assumed it probably wasn't too difficult because he lived in a one story house with a few rooms.
The space partitions once dividing the rooms were removed entirely. Upon further investigation, his father's room was in plain view. He was never allowed to go into his father's room before. The theme of this chamber seemed to be anarchy. Black and red varnished the walls with a single sketched circle and tilted capital 'A' that had an extended line through the middle.
"Everything that is comes undone. You can't save yourself if you don't liberate the masses..." the words seemed to bounce off the sides. Rain thieved a step into where he was thoroughly unintended to be. Scrutinizing the entirety of the space, he espied a letter in the farthest left corner. He snatched the letter off of the wooden flooring. Coughing into his fist, he began to read the note.
' Dearest Associate, Mr. Alex Knott A.K.A. 'Alpha Wolf 02',
Thank you for participating in our training program to disenthrall the general population. For too long, the kingdom had misused their power They abused their citizens to the fullest extent. You have seen this yourself, have you not? Did you feel the terror of our people in the moments you stayed in Auldale? Surely, this may have been your cause to join for.
You came in with a prominent mark and high rank. Congratulations! With this note, a box will come in the mail. This box holds confidential information, so hold with care. Inside will be your militia kit and instructions to find The Resistance and every date we are set to meet for the next six decades.
Your militia kit will include the following...
1 Dark Prussian Blue Uniform Set, Gray Buttons and Patches,
1 Official High Ranking Officer Special Forces Urban Camouflage Uniform, Dark Red Buttons and Patches,
Please DO NOT interchange the accessories, doing so will result in expulsion,
1 Senior Militia Man Pistol, Color: Maroon,
5 years worth of rations for 1.
Misuse of these items will result in you being publicly lynched. Return of these items or defecting will make you a one man army. Do not become a one man army. Any traitors will be slaughtered. You have been warned. We don't need to repeat what happened to Prince Rain or her majesty, do we? Didn't think so. Our souls will light your path.
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Play Me a Sonata
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