[ WP ] The hero was killed , the princess was sacrificed , and the evil king rules the land . For the average citizen , though , things have taken a turn for the better .

`` You shall not have her!'' Caras hollered in rage as he faced off against the evil tyrant Harshar. 
 
 `` You think you can stop me, boy?'' Harshar laughed cruelly as he held his wicked curved blade to the princess' neck. With a quick slicing motion he slit the princess' neck, not pausing for a moment. Blood poured out of the fresh wound as the princess fell to her knees letting out a gurgling moan. 
 
 `` What have you done?'' Caras bellowed as his sword dropped to the ground, and he fell down to the cold hard floor weeping in shock. His mind would not work; he never thought the tyrant would actually follow through with his threats. Who could be so cruel to kill an innocent without good cause? How could this happen? Why was he not fast enough to save her? 
 
 The princess lay lifeless on the ground, blood no longer flowing, in front of a grinning Harshar. He had broken many lands in his conquest to rule the world, but few fell so easily as the kingdom of Mercy. 
 `` Now then, boy, choose. Face me like the hero I hear you are, or die like the sniveling weakling I suspect you truly are.'' 
 
 Carsa looked up with a blank stare, not responding to the tyrant. His eyes could be mistaken for a dead mans. 
 
 `` As I thought, boy.'' With a quick leap forward and a mighty swing Harshar lopped off the hero's head. 
 
 `` On this day forward all former citizens of Mercy are now a part of the Empire of Glory!'' Harshar yelled out. 
 
 Within three seasons, the town of Mercy flourished in wealth. New trade routes were opened as the Empire had control of most of the world. Crime was almost nonexistent due to the Empires harsh and inhumane punishments. And the fear of being invaded was nonexistent as the Empire was the most powerful force in the world. Within time the majority of citizens forgot about the horrible acts of Harshar the Emperor. Instead, they enjoyed comfortable lives with few worries. There were, however, a small group of rebels that would not forget. Men and women whom could not be bought off with comfortable lifestyles. Men and women who preferred justice over comfort. This is their story.
