Excerpt From Episode 6:
He put a firm hand to his throbbing chest as if to silence the throbbing pain that had begun to gnaw at him again. Somehow, it seemed to obey. Feeling a moment’s respite, Hegemon sat by his bedpost and began to plot again.
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My work is nearly done. Like every idea, dream or purpose pursued zealously, it has so far worked out fine excluding a few glitches but that is neither here nor there. I have succeeded in breaching the guards and entering the Tournament, in winning and in gaining an access to the personal guard corps of my father. Now, there is but one more success left. But before then, it is fitting that I let you, possessor of this journal understand why my mission was born.
Authority, when first detecting chaos at its heels will entertain the vilest schemes to save its orderly facade. The pawn of power-play is not the King on his throne nor the Queen in her palace nor the fat priest in his billowing robes nor the knight in his armour. It is the trader in his marketplace, the child on the streets and the mother in the fields. The irony of power is in the fact anarchy wears two faces, both creator and destroyer. Thus destroyers topple empires; make a canvas of clean rubble where creators then can build another world and then, toasts to the desolation of the world as it is known. Since mankind’s dawn, a handful of oppressors have accepted the responsibility over our lives that we should have accepted for ourselves. By doing so, they took our power. By doing nothing, we gave it away. We’ve seen where their way leads, through camps and wars, towards the slaughterhouse.
The people weep. Their voices rent the air and shatter the ominous calm and sickening silence but our masters have grown deaf. Our masters have not heard the people’s voice for generations and it is much, much louder than they care to remember. Our masters have shut their ears to the voices that cry out in agony and pain because of the burns from the fires lit from their little big schemes.
Mine is a personal vendetta. But it is also a public vendetta. A vendetta for my murdered mother…and for the countless mothers and fathers that have been mindlessly murdered by the schemes and machinations of the uppermost echelon. A vendetta for my rejection and scarred upbringing…and for all that were rejected and scorned and push to the streets by their parents because of the helplessness caused by the hardships and pains inflicted on them by the deaf rulers.
If they will not hear, they surely will see or feel. That is what I will become. The eye-catching, crippling pain in the heart of hearts of the deaf, cruel elite. The voice that is audible to the deaf, visible to blind, a voice of pain. A voice that will inflict pain. Inflict pain and anguish and liberate the people. Put out the destroyers, liberate the creators and call forth a new world. I am ready!
Megaleio Hegemon clenched his fists as he mounted a mental assault to ward off the threads of drowsiness snaking through his mind. He had been up for most of the night plotting and rethinking his plots for possible leakages. One of the reasons he had been able to unite the Allied Kingdoms and had prospered it into the most powerful and dominant habitation on the face of the earth was his ability to plot. With an uncanny ability to itemize, analyse and prepare for every possible outcome to a knotty situation, he was always one step ahead of his enemies and that had served him well.
Now, sitting by his bedpost and turning the issue over in his mind’s eye, he was more than convinced that he had done everything right. Most of the scenarios involved his death but that did not bother him. His time was already upon him and he knew it. Soon, the claws that were tugging at his heart would strike one final blow and that would be it. Perhaps it was sheer providence from the gods that the whole affair would end as it was about to.
He peered out of his window which had been specifically designed to provide a bird’s eye view of almost every part of the Great City. He had accomplished this, he thought, partly marveling at the splendor of the view before him. Castles, Courts, Fortresses, Gates, Garrisons even the marketplace. Everything looked every bit of the vital organs of a setup poised for greatness as the great city was. He had built this, and now, he would secure its future. He opened the safe containing the centerpiece of his plots and felt a calming relax course through his very veins. He afforded himself the luxury of a smile. Soon, the time would come to put his plans into action. Very soon. For now, there needs be time to rest. With that thought, he eased himself unto the comfort of his bed and soon drifted off into a calm slumber.
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