There were four in total, four of the wandering band that fled from the darkness of the world.
The first was a scientist, a man of learning; due to his poor eyesight, the others were forced to lead him when they traveled.
The second was a gorgeous woman, regal in her bearing, yet gentle and kind.
The third was a knight, tall and graceful; he always had a sad look in his eye, as though he had lost something dear to him.
The final and newest addition to the party was a sorceress. She rarely spoke, and then in strange, eldritch tongues.
Although commonly they wandered during the day and slept through the night, today they rested in the sun, in the shadow of a great structure. They stared at it in wonder, all unaware of its true nature - all except one.
"It is the Tower of Revolution," said the sorceress. "If you can best the monsters that dwell within and reach its apex, you will receive the power to change the world."
"Has anyone ever reached the top of that tower?" the woman asked.
"Only two," the sorceress replied. "One found that the burden of the power was too great, and fell into ruin. The other was slain."
The scientist nodded sadly.
"A pity," he said. "With that power, she may have restored the world from this waste."
The other three hung their heads low, but the sorceress looked up at the tower. Then she laughed, as though she had finally realized something.
"What is it?" asked the bemused knight.
"This is a world without roads," the sorceress said. "In our youth, we all walked in the shadow of that tower, but now we look on it as something mystical and foreign. And those who now walk in its shadow will someday join us and build their own paths. Do you see? That is the Revolution."
She looked up. In the firmament of the sky a great bird flew, its feathers falling and scattering across the air. One fell to the ground, and the sorceress caught it.
"The bird is struggling out of the egg," she said. "The egg is the world. Whoever wishes to be born, must destroy a world."
The sound of bells rang.