A slight chill disturbed the sleepy branches of the willows as a small mouse dashed across the courtyard, diving for its burrow as a stray cat pounced. The people of the surrounding slums slept soundly in their beds, silently praying for better days upon waking. The night was peaceful, yet the minds of many were not.
Times of late left the poor neglected and the rich with more than ever. Nobles’ purses were filled to bursting whilst children starved on the streets. Yet there were those who opposed. Men of stature stood with the insignificant, banding together to slowly rid the country of its evils. One among these became more than a man. One became legend.
