Good. The guard’s gone, and no good news, no bad news. I can sink back into my memories and ponder things…

I remember the day things changed, I remember the beginning of the end of my life, my hope, my country.

And it was all because of greed.

Greed- that silly emotion that breaks up families, destroys nations, and puts an end to the lives of the innocent caught in the crossfire.

Greed- the reason this country is crumbled and broken, and the reason I’m sitting here right now, awaiting my execution. Life can be so cruel sometimes.

And to return to drowning myself in the past, hmm… lets see. I might as well start with myself, as I am a major character here. It’s not like I’m anything now like I was then, but just for the record, I’ll tell you.

For over five years I lived in that city with my buds, or the Rebels, as we were often called. The freaks, the individuals, the misfits, the orphans. We all banded together to balance out the aristocrats and superiorists who gave us so much trouble. The people who spat on our feet and pushed us down, we vowed never to be like them- never to be power hungry minions of a socialistic world. It just wasn’t a thing we could easily do. It was a crime.

Compared to others, I was different. I looked different, felt different, and acted different. But to the Rebels, I was one and the same. And I liked that.

I had white blond hair and fair skin, probably from all my time in the dungeons. I was thin-figured, but not skinny and not short, but not tall either. Just relatively healthy, well muscled and very light because of my malnourished youth. But of course I don’t look that way now. My eyes are also strikingly blue, and they were very light sensitive for a time, but after a lot of training- they’ve adapted. I have an unusual talent for blending into crowds, even when there isn’t a crowd, pickpocketing, theft, sneaking around, assassin work, pretty much I’ll accept any job I think I’m capable of.

As the Rebels and the scum of the earth, we got hired for a lot of dirty work jobs. We didn’t mind, of course. We hated the aristocracy, and wanted to force it to an end, piece by piece, bit by bit. No one would notice a few murders. We built up our strength, our agility, and our skills for these challenging jobs. But in public, we just had to just ignore the taunts and the teasings, cool down and glide past them. We didn’t want them to think we were capable of it. Then they’d have a reason to kill us. That’d be bad. Really bad.