To the capital

General Kaelen stood at the balcony of his mansion, looking out over the capital. The streets below were busy; it was beautiful, and this was the noble district. He knew very well how the common folks lived, which was not pleasing to him.

The nobles, Rich with power and wealth, controlled everything. The soldiers he once fought alongside now followed orders not for honour or the good of the kingdom but because their pockets were promised gold. The people who bled and died for the crown now starved in the streets, abandoned by the very system they had sworn to protect. And he couldn't just stand by and watch it anymore.

Kaelen's jaw tightened. The corruption had grown too thick, too strong. He had tried, in his way, to fight against it. Small gestures, quiet meetings with the common folk, trying to stir up resistance. But the system had a way of silencing anyone who dared speak out. The nobles controlled the courts, the generals controlled the army, and anyone who challenged that was crushed or put to a public execution to show anyone what they were capable of doing.

The voices of the city echoed in his mind, a constant reminder of his failure. The poor, the sick, and the hungry are all forgotten by the very people meant to serve them. They had become pawns in a game of power. And worse, Kaelen was one of the pieces on that board.

As he stepped away from the window, he thought of the good old days when people's voices were heard. But now, their voices were forgotten. He felt trapped. The weight of his uniform felt heavier every day as if it was pulling him deeper into the filth he couldn't escape. It was all because of one man—one man only—the Great Sage, who controlled everything. But now he was gone, and no one could replace him.

He had tried to speak to the king and reason with him. But the King was too consumed by the luxury of his throne, too blinded by the promises of the nobles. The king had laughed off Kaelen's concerns, treating them as nothing more than the rebellious knight.

And yet, Kaelen couldn't give up. He couldn't just walk away. If he left, who would be left to fight for the people? Who would stand against the endless corruption?

A knock on the door broke his thoughts. Kaelen turned his face into a mask of authority. "Enter," he said

One of his trusted officers stepped into the room. "General, we've received word that there's unrest in the lower districts. The commoners are getting restless."

Kaelen nodded, his mind already racing. "What's the cause?" he asked his officer.

"Food shortages. Increased patrols. People are being arrested for speaking out against the nobles," the officer reported.

Kaelen's fists clenched again.

The officer hesitated, looking at Kaelen. "General, if we move too quickly, this could go back."

"I don't care," Kaelen snapped. "The time for cowering is over. We need to act now. The people need to see that not all of us are complicit in this. We have a duty to them, not the corrupt men sitting in their ivory towers."

The officer looked uncertain, but Kaelen saw the fire in his eyes. He wasn't the only one who had grown tired of the lies.

"We'll start with the food distribution. Find out where the supplies are going. I want answers." Kaelen's voice was cold, determined. "And if any noble stands in our way, we will remove them."

The officer saluted, his eyes filled with understanding. "Yes, General."

As the officer left the room, Kaelen stood alone, the weight of his decision sinking in. It would not be easy. There would be consequences. But he had seen enough the corruption was getting out of hand. And he was not going to let that happen.