Boom! A cannon briskly rang deeply, desperately a stretch about 100 miles north of where they stood. Chattering and the incredibly loud screaming went to a stop. The planks that held scraps of paper with derogatory phrases written in black smudged paint were dropped to the cobble road. Large footsteps fell towards as they waited indignently; their mouths bubbled 1 by 1. The army stood just about half a mile ahead. Suddenly, even louder screams and chants rang out as people soared towards the army. Our own army. They didn't seem to care. They want freedom.
"STOP!", yelled out the army in unison. In one hand, an army man held tear gas that was ready to blow. Although the struggling yell quieted a portion; still, people began hurdling over the army men and began beating them with immense force. The man had no choice, and threw the tear gas and ran for his life.
Tick, tick, tick. Everybody, and I mean everybody fell dead silence. Click. The tear gas bubbled around everybody, including army men, and the crowd sprinted off into different directions. Most choked and fell onto the cobble road without the attempt to get up, and just allowed the gas to surround them effortlessly. Luckily, all of the army men had gas masks on, while the citizens gagged in their faces.
For me... I just watched. I stood upon the castle's main forged guard tower. I know that the rebellion was against me. I held throne since my mother had died at the age of 32. I don't exceed the limit to the age rule, but I still hold while people discriminate me and hold me against death threats. I am perfectly imperfect. Everyone would pray to our Lord for me to be dead, or simply whipped until I break all of my limbs. My mother was a simple, sweet, kind, and a considerate woman. Well, when it comes to me I can be those acceptions, I'm just rather odd and quirky. Being only 13, it's nearly inconsiderate of the entire empire to hold all of our fault against me. I am June. I will hold throne until death. Accept the mighty breath beyond, for whom catches on will be left along. Don't hold back, just hold the throne; if one lay loose, shall break a bone.
