[i][b]2 years earlier[/b][/i]

[i]“Get yourself positioned, there you go,” spoke Adrian as he hastily tries to get his sister on top of the trained humpback. They were down in the London underground, using one of the smugglers routes out of the city. It was dark, damp and reeked of a forgotten past. This station was once a public place used by the thousands per day but now it’s a forgotten maze of tunnels that can guide you to freedom or take you deep down the rabbit’s hole. There are so many tunnels in the underground that not all of them are guarded. Some of the tunnels are too dangerous to travel because they either filled with deadly creatures or intoxicating radiation but the smugglers have been doing this for decades now, they know the safe routes. 

Adrian started making sure the bags were on tight on the humpback. His sister looked down at him from on top of it. Her eyes started crying with a look of both worry and sorrow. 
“Why are you staying!? They’ll find you and they’ll torture you! Please come with me!” she begged Adrian. He simply took her hand and placed a small pendent in her hand. It gleamed its sliver as the light it the metal and it had a small ruby on the end of it. It was a charming item.
“This belonged to our mother before she passed away. You were too young to remember but she wore this all the time. It will bring you good luck wherever you go. When everything is dark, this will guide through it,” he then closes her fist with the pendent in it. “I need to stay and fight. I want a future for the next generation to be proud of. A future with out oppression and misery. I started a fight with the monarch and I will not run away,” His sister didn’t even speak but she did understand. She gave a nod towards her brother to acknowledge his decision. 

He then goes to his friend Marco, the smuggler taking his sister out of London; they have been friends for years. He had a very tense look on his face, as if he had seen a horror too great to describe.
“Do you have an idea what you had done? They will not stop to find you, you’re lucky they don’t know your name but the kings guard are not idiots, they will slaughter everyone in London just to find you.” Adrian seemed unmoved by this comment. He just handed Marco a medium sized bag of jewelry and trinkets; to trade in the wasteland. “This will be more than enough to get her out here,” he then shakes Marcos hand. It was a shake of respect and friendship. “I know that I am a wanted man but I need to stop this madness. That lord was just the beginning,”

Marco gave a nod at him. “I hope to see you again one day friend,” he then grabs the rein of the humpback and starts walking through the tunnel. Adrian watches from a distance as his sister descends down the dark tunnel to the exit out of the city. His sister will be safe from the madness. With his sister in safe custody, he now needs to find the resistance and help them with taking down the monarchy. Revolution was coming.[/i]

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[b]Present day[/b]

Adrian woke up from his seat as he drifted off for a few minutes. He was at a bar in the slums of the city, pounding away a glass of shitey old scotch. He was remembering the day he last saw his sister. The day he decided to take down the monarchy. The bar was aloud with drunken men who try to drown their sorrow and suffering with a large bottle of whiskey. If you wanted to see a city at one of its worst times, go to one of these bars. They are filled with beggars and whores, anyone who are trying to earn themselves a scrap of meat at the end of the day. It was depressing and sad. There were even children in here, it was ridiculous. 

His anger could not be controlled, a vein was popping from his bald, shaved head and his fist tensed up with sound of begging and drunken voices slurring through his ears. The things he could do to the monarchy could sicken even them. He’ll make them suffer for oppressing the people. His train of thought was derailed by an inquiry of the bartender. “Ya done with that?” he pointed towards the half empty bottle of scotch. Adrian gave a shake of his head to him. He proceeded to take it away but at this moment Adrian noticed something. His knife was in his hand, it what he was clenching when he was thinking about killing the king. He didn’t realize that he had carved something into the wood of the bar itself. He read the word written and it made him grin a dastardly smile. H stabbed the knife into the woodwork right beside the word and walked out of the bar. He was heading towards the base of the rebels; his time of sorrow about his sister was over now it was the time for strategy and action. In the bar, at his seat, was one simple word. It was a word that’ll change history for ever.

[b]‘Revolution’[/b]