Enforcers: The era of alchemy (part 1)

Chapter 8: Rebellion(1)

Accomplishments don’t erase shame, hatred, cruelty, silence, ignorance, discrimination, low self-esteem or immorality. It covers it up, with a creative version of pride and ego. Only restitution, forgiving yourself and others, compassion, repentance and living with dignity will ever erase the past.
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The night sky was aglow with bright city lights. The pale crescent moon shone like a silvery claw in the night sky. Two men crept their way through the city,vigilantly watching out for anyone who might be following them. They reach an abandoned shed, and open a shift gaining access to the adit to go down below.

Underground, an assembly of people were present - mostly civilians. They were the rebels, people who wanted to turn against the country of Eritha, in pursuit of an independent nation. It's not surprising, as the military were never a friend of the people. Eritha was made up of the many former nations they conquered, and especially in these parts - East City, which was the most diverse of them all. The Erithain military were known to be unforgiven, as there was bad blood between them and the people, to the extent that even a five year old child knew perfectly how to stare down a military officer if they ever came across one. The civilians and the military were like oil and water never mixing.

One year and a half the rebel movement had started, much like a secret society they held covert meeting all over the East City, they convinced anyone who had the interest to join their movement. Consisting of over 24,000 members, they considered themselves a force to be reckoned with. 
It was the final months of their preparation. All the regional representatives and battle hungry youths met underground to discuss their final actions. They were over 4,000, all cramped in one place, though they had same goals,it didn't change the fact that many of them were from different ethnical background. Tension was high, as insults for anothers race were heard here and there, many were ready to settle their conflict with in fist fight. In a far corner a swordman from Nippon, observing the scene. An angry looking guy approaches the swordman in a provocative manner.

"Hey...I hate your face!" The angry looking guy says trying to insinuate something, but the swordman pay no attention to him.

Suddenly he reaches the swordsman coller the twinkle of an eye he felt a sharp pain run across his arm, he looks over only to find his half of his arm decapitated on the floor. He didn't even notice when  this swordsman pulled out his katana. He fell into the shallow pool of his blood. The entire room was thrown into chaos. The guys friends rushed over to make sense of what just happened - bottom line they were ready to fight for there friends cause. They pulled out pocket knives ready to pounce, this swordsman also reached for his katana to defend himself. A fight was about to ensue between them, when a loud voice was heard from the darkness of one entrance. 

"Enough... Stop this madness at once!"

From the tunnel, emerged eight of the most important people of the gathering - Meo Yeo and seven other founders of the rebel group.

Their arrival,made the people regain their sanity and the chaos was subdued for the time being. 

Meo Yeo the leader of the rebel movement took centre stage. Over his normal european dress he had a mishmash of native attire running across his broad shoulder with multi coloured feathers on his hat and the line of black paint on his cheek.Silence filled the room as the civilians gave their undivided attention just to hear him speak. Meo Yeo spoke in a calm but menacing tone that fully engage the people even though he was telling them things they already knew. For the past 15 minutes he spoke on how if they worked together despite their differences they would be able to force the division of the East city to form the independent nation of Eilo.

The people could not believe their ears, they did not sign up their lives in battle just to hear their so-called leaders sprout such crap. Of course no one hand death wish, the fact that Eritha was a strong country any dence person would know Eritha would never give in to the threat of another nation let alone a few thousand civilians. It was so unreasonable to consider what he was saying as it was a sure recipe for failure. What seemed to anger the civilians the most was when he spoke about having ties with ranking officials in the military who would aid them In their pursuit for independence. Affiliation with the ones who they so desperately try to escape was deemed preposterous.

Writers edit
That all for the first part of the rebellion chapter. If you noticed I changed my writing style thumbs up 👍, I now used less dialogue than usual, and More of an explanatory type narrative. What do you guys think about the chapter let me know in the comment section, and as always stay safe 😷 and take care 👍 Owonaru Isaiah out 🏃.