"My Heart Closed: Beautyful Breakup" by Aesop.
Many people were forged or changed by the situations they had to live through to become legends that inspired other legends. The history written in books may have been altered over the decades, but the truth of what happened remains intact.
The legend described in the books may be Ycan von Venables, but it is all a lie. They forgot the real legend who had to fight the person who is now considered a heroine. History was never wrong until that moment when the legend was changed by her enemy.
A long time ago, more than a century ago in the United States and northern Mexico. In the well-known places of the Far West, The Frontier, Wild West or Old West.
Years after America's independence during the 19th century when you could still hear the Spirit of the West roaming all over the Old West. Shortly before the American Civil War.
There were some towns before they were the modernized cities we know today, there were many people; however they were distant from each other.
Many of these towns had fertile land, stone streets. Incredible forests, mines that abounded.
Suddenly in one year a great drought from the south hit the land. It hit them with great force, destroying them one by one. Tearing them to pieces without mercy. This drought ended with the water sources and rivers that crossed those villages. These rivers fed the land for planting and harvesting. That year many crops were lost.
Dark presences could be witnessed, dark years would come to all the towns without exception.
Many people fled, abandoned what was left of them. Their properties and territories were worth neither more nor less than a penny on the dollar. The unstable economy was strongly affected.
Few remained, though, with faith and hope to one day see their land flourish again and enjoy abundant water in an illusion of paradise. Hopes became illusions. Many of these villagers would see future powerful rulers emerge from the darkest corners to dominate and expand their territories throughout the world. Each powerful leader would go on to conquer what many possessed, wanting more each time they had more. Their egos and greed grew unchecked.
A few others did not hesitate twice and fled north or south. The destination was not important, fleeing before they lost the only thing they had was more important. One of the last villages standing made decisions quickly. For fear of being attacked for their large stores of resources and abundant sources of crystal clear water.
The mayor and his advisors gave the order to build a fortress to defend themselves, their Fortress became admirable. Seeing its glory and boasting for themselves. They thought of having power over their neighbors. Their Jamestown Fortress as they called it. It became in those days the news of the hour.
Several rivers that had their headwaters in Jamestown crossed through other towns. The people of Jamestwon in their ambition to contain river sources for themselves and gain maximum benefits from the neighboring towns decided to dam the rivers to prevent them from flowing out of the fortress. Taking advantage of the weaknesses of other towns ─It should be emphasized that the biggest weakness of the towns was water ─Jamestown started a business selling resources for large amounts of money.
By stopping the fertilization of soils they caused a major consequence. They themselves contributed to the drought worsening the situation.
A group of German traders started trading water and food from the Fortress to the other towns at very high prices.
The situation in all the towns was inhuman. Many had no money but saw the light in the various bandit groups that emerged. These people, desperate because of the economic and inhumane situation, accepted without thinking.
Every so often, a group of bandits would attack a village, then when this group got tired they would abandon it like any other object and go hunt another village. Then a few days later another group would arrive and they would again be ruled by the new group. It was a circle where they were attacked and robbed again. All this became a routine.
One day a British woman arrived with some weapons and defeated a group of bandits. Her group was called the Inferno squadron, that woman was Lady Ycan or the Dark Lady as she called herself. She soon extended her domain, first attacked the merchants and then reinforced her troops. In less than a month, all the towns were under her power, and the world was witnessing the new age.
His goal was to conquer Jamestown and thus consolidate his power. The people of Jamestown never believed that they would face Ycan or that the Inferno squadron would not be strong enough to attack them.
Until the night of their downfall came as quickly as water dissipates in the hands. That night, with their nature howling at the moon, Ycan and his men scaled the wall; its unprepared inhabitants were the ones affected. Like the thief who enters in the night without hour and without day, unannounced I enter.
No one could believe it, it was very unlikely to happen, one in a million, but as long as there is a sliver of a chance, it is still a risk.
Inferno Squadron led their best soldiers to the conquest.
─Mr. Mayor McFord, Lady Ycan and her men are scaling the wall, we must defend ourselves as soon as possible ─Said one of his men in command of the 1st JamesTown Regiment.
(In honor of John White's JamesTown Fortress, and because it was a coincidence that he chose that name and surname without knowing it).
─!Gather everyone, surrender your weapons to the people, we have to defend the fortress !
The mayor gave the order, bent down on the ground and lifted a box with two shotguns. He takes one and placed it on his back and reloaded the other.
─Yes sir ─Responded as the soldier left.
The mayor came out of his office, and hopped down the stairs. He ran out of the town hall at a brisk pace to find himself at the crossroads of gunfire forming.
─!Launch the barricades!─ ─Ordered the captain of the regiment of soldiers.
─Captain there are too many of them. We are tripled in number.
Do not surrender, gentlemen. We have to hit them with everything we've got!
Fire! ─Ordered the mayor as they started firing on Lady Ycan's units.
You could hear the reloading of each cartridge used by each soldier.
When out of the darkness came a person with a gun in his hand without fear. The person advanced fearlessly among the gunfire without knowing which side he was from.
The fog thickened every second of the enemy victory, the mayor heard his men die at the same time the detonation of each bullet was heard. Soon all was silent and the mayor quickly whispered a few words.
─Are they all right? ─ Said the mayor as he held the gun shakily.
His breathing became more tired, his hands more shaky, when he felt the coldness of the tip of the gun against his head, with which someone was aiming.
─Do you remember me, Franz? ─Said the dark lady (Ycan) taking off her black hat letting the wind blow her hair.
─ Get it over with, at once... let me die, just shoot, you're going to kill me anyway so shoot.
─I'm sorry, but I'm not taking orders from anyone, my mayor ─Said Ycan as he lifted the mayor off the ground and carried him to the mayoral jail until dawn.
With tens of hundreds of men down trying to defend something that fell futilely. Many longed to be able to have the freedom that they themselves ended, for having let the river flow in other towns and transporting water so that others could face the drought, and perhaps end the drought. Ycan would never have needed desperate men to form his infernal team.
Ycan celebrated during the night and during the day gathered all the people on their knees, while his men stormed the city and confiscated weapons.