In a beautiful castle filled with gold and jewels a young man sat in front of a crowd. A piano in front of him being begged to be played with every nearing feeling. The Crowd looked on from the opera they sat in. The young man with a glimmer of anxiety stood up and approached the crowd. He eventually reached the end of the stage.
"Young aristocrats of the very kingdom, I greet you not as a musician, yet as the ..." The young man was interrupted and rugged voice appeared from the crowd.
"I payed for you to put on a show not for you to, play the fool and talk." Said the rugged voice
" You dare interrupt my speech who are you to think of disturbing me." Said the young man as he looked for the source of the voice. The crowd slowly growing impatient with his every word. Like water there impatient was growing as they payed for a song not for a play.
"Play the dam piano boy." Said a gentle voice from the Audience. As the young pianist looked at the young voice.
"Since the man who interrupted my speech won't show himself sure I will continue my piano without the speech." Done talking the young man turned around and started to walk towards the piano.
*Bang*
Some one from the dense opera crowd had shot the young man. Unfortunately, hitting his head faitaily killing him his body fell to the ground. Upon hiring the ground the only thing that was heard was silence.
After the nobility realized what happen panic began to spread among them. They were like water trying to get out of a confined space.
*Bang*
Another gunshot went off hitting a young lady with a mask covering her upper face. She'd fell to the ground only leaving a lifeless body. As the people exited the building they where greeted by men in a Greenish-Blue uniform holding their rifles out they charged at the crowd with their bayonets striking them down to the ground. The Men in uniform yelled "Death to the Kingdom".
This party that was attacked would cause internal strike as many young noble heirs where in their. However, instead of a piano show they were greeted with death.
Among the men in uniform a man with a silver cross with a copper star behind it. Stood out like a sore thumb his head held up high as he watched the slaughter of countless people.
"Men, we will bring together a founding of a new era. An era, unlike this." He said as he pulled out a small pistol from his undercoat pocket. Pointing it in to the air. "Damn to these aristocrats and there crimes against the true God." He screamed as he was prepared to shoot the pistol however, he stopped halfway through it and dropped his arm. Returning the pistol to his undercoats pocket. He walked forward into his formation of men. With a smile that shined his complacent attitude.
"Men, I am hopeful that today will lead ous to victory. We have all suffered from atrocious of the church and nobility." He said as no more people exited from the building all most likely died.
"Though these people had families what they did to ous should only be said as the under gods work." He said as he looked downward
"Fuck men I was getting carried away, let's burn this opera down. Then we shall go back to the outpost." He said as he prepared a glass bottle from one of the nearing beer bottles storages. He'd grab one with gin in it and placed a cloth from a dead man on top he lit it and threw it at the building.
"All men out we move westward to Saint Vincents Outpost." He screamed as he left them the body's without checking if their dead or playing.