Fate: Signal Fires

They came once more for the oppressed. The people protested, but were met with violence and left unheeded by those sworn to protect and govern them.

The Unheeded became more numerous overnight. Like a wildfire erupting across the land. This had happened elsewhere before. Those sworn to protect and govern had interceded in foreign lands, rebuking those in charge and threatening to intervene. This time they responded with violence and issued orders in an attempt to bind each and every one of their own people, posturing power they did not possess, desperately inventing uses for laws that exposed their weakness. Their hypocrisy lay shamefully naked in the morning- they never cared about their people or the people in other lands; they were opportunistic, craving power above all else, power never granted to them.

The wildfire raged, now out of control, fueled by the accelerant poured onto it. The fire burned down the very house of those sworn to protect and govern, leaving them without refuge- their shameful schemes naked by the light of day, without any of the power remaining that they had become enslaved to.

They had sought to pit one against another, a bid to extend their own life and power in perpetuity. Into this very pit they had designed, they themselves fell, to their knees, and begged for mercy.