In this world, there is wrong. There is right. But the scale of right and wrong usually tips over. Many times, it has tipped so that the world has more right than wrong. But in some instances, it tipped to where there is more wrong than right. This world is living in one of those times. In this century, it has already been foretold that corruption will rise. Freedom will be reserved for only those who pay for it, and inequality will run through the land. Money will be the key to many things, and wisdom won't be treasured. You wouldn't want to live here, would you? Many who already do live there agree with you. So, some will try to leave to find their own meaning of peace. Their meaning of peace is wrong, but they can only stop themselves. But in times like this, there are flames of hope. There always are. They strive to save their world from their prophesied fate. Some manage to do it; But most don't. Here is the story of The Rebels, some of the heroes in this accursed world. This is my original story. If you see someone copying my story, please let me know.