The Flame of Revolution

The Gathering Storm

Berlin was restless. For weeks, whispers of rebellion had echoed through the city's streets. Workers left their factories early, students skipped their lessons, and families gathered in hushed circles to share news of the growing unrest. The People's Vanguard had fanned the flames of discontent into a roaring blaze, and now, the moment of action had arrived.

Aron stood on a huge stage erected in the middle of Berlin's largest square. Banners of The People's Vanguard fluttered in the cold wind, their stark black-and-white designs a bold defiance to the monarchy's crimson and gold. Tens of thousands of people crowded the square, their eyes fixed on the platform where Aron was about to speak.

The Leader's Entrance

Aron stepped out of the shadows, surrounded by his personal guards, among them Sofia Monterouge, who had always been loyal. His black military coat, silver-embellished, showed the transformation from an exiled prince to a revolutionary leader. The crowd cheered and chanted his name, their voices thundering through the city.

Erwin trailed behind, his eyes scanning the room for signs of threats. He was the strategist, the one in charge of the plan, but today was Aron's.

Aron strode forward to the podium and lifted his hand out, silencing the crowd. His sharp gaze swept across the sea of faces all waiting for the words that would alter the course of history.

The Speech

"Brothers and sisters of Germany!" Aron's voice boomed across the square, carried by the wind to the farthest corners of the city. "For too long, we have lived under the yoke of tyranny. For too long, we have watched our children starve, our soldiers bleed for a crown that does not care for them, and our lands stripped of their glory by the greed of an indifferent emperor."

The crowd roared in unison. Fistfuls of raised fists added to the cacophony. Aron waited until the noise had dissipated a little before speaking his mind.

"The time has come for change—a change we shall not beg for but take with our own hands! The monarchy has failed us. The emperor and his family sit in their gilded palace, blind to the suffering of the people they claim to rule. They are not our leaders—they are our oppressors!

Anger in the crowd swelled like a tidal wave as they chanted "Down with the crown!" shaking the very ground beneath their feet.

A Call to Arms

Aron's voice became sharper and more commanding. "Today, I stand before you not as a prince of a failed empire, but as one of you—a citizen of Germany. I declare this: no more kings! No more emperors! Today, we proclaim the birth of Free Germany!"

The crowd roared back with cheers so thunderous that nearby windows rattled. Aron raised his arms again, silencing the crowd once more.

"But words alone will not bring freedom. Action will! Soldiers of Germany, I call on you: Turn your weapons not on your fellow citizens, but on the tyrants who rule you. Join us! Stand with the people, not the throne!

He paused, letting the momentum of his own words sink into the clear stillness. "And to the people, the workers, the farmers, the students—enter the streets! Let there be a revolution against the emperor and his family! Tear down their palaces, drive away their banners, and speak in your own voices! Together, we shall create a Germany that fulfills its people, not a crown!"

The Orders

Aron turned to a group of soldiers stationed near the stage. They were military men who had secretly sworn allegiance to The People's Vanguard. "To the barracks!" he ordered. "Arrest the officers who stand with the emperor. Secure the armories and rally your comrades to our cause!"

The soldiers saluted and dispersed, their faces set.

Then he spoke to the people again. "Tonight, Berlin will be ours. Tomorrow, all of Germany will join us. And soon, the emperor will stand trial for his crimes against the people. This is not just a rebellion—it is a revolution! For Free Germany!"

The crowd roared with deafening applause and echoed throughout the night with "Aron! Aron!" calls.

The March Begins

As Aron descended from the stage, Sofia and Erwin flanked him. "It has begun," Erwin said, his voice steady but laced with anticipation.

"Yes," Aron replied, his eyes fixed on the horizon. "And we will not stop until the empire falls."

Within a short period of time, the streets of Berlin echoed with sounds of revolution. Armed with crude weapons, citizens moved toward the royal palace. The People's Vanguard's soldiers were holding key positions around the city. In the background, flames and smoke filled the air with its acrid smell.

The revolution had begun. Germany would never be the same again.