The Artem Revolt
Prologue
For those of you who have not read the first part (Mercenary Chronicals) of this trilogy, the Demon King had just been released after the death of our heroes. It's been 20 years since the release of the demons, and the former borders had evaporated. Each of the five countries were forced to pull back their borders so that they would require fewer men to protect them.
Nerel - A normally peaceful country that was forced into savagery by the demons that had taken over their land. Their Lord, Kai, Struggles to maintain a system of order but is met with death threats from bandits that had set up their own system of government.
Sentur- A desert country that always had very few citizens. Their Lord, Kristine, had only a small number of people to keep in check, so they handled the change with little difficulty.
Pious – A country of self righteous people who believed that the demons were sent to punish the other nations. When the news came they didn't even close their borders. They felt that they had nothing to fear until demons invaded and killed off half of their population. Their lord, Tyler, locked himself in the castle and forces the army to guard him around the clock.
Teies – A country where the only law, is survival of the fittest. Bandits from the entire continent flee from their countries to the refuge of this barren country. Their Lord, Scipio, Was deemed the best thief in the land and crowned king. The distraction that the demons caused were welcomed by the thieves. They saw it as a chance to get what they needed.
Artem - A mountainous country who's borders had been closed for as long as anyone could remember. The government did this to keep information away from the public so that they had ultimate rule over their people. Their Lord, Zatarose, was well known for his tactics. Their hadn't been talk of revolution for decades... until now.
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The only people in Artem that knew of the demons, were the soldiers that were assigned to border patrol. Zatarose had ordered The soldiers to keep quiet, or he would have them beheaded. Needless to say that this tactic did wonders to keep their mouths shut. Not a single civilian knew about this.
Fletcher, a teen with long blond hair and green eyes, walked into the basement of one of the markets. He was a rebel who's branch's HQ was stationed below the market. He saw the familiar faces of his superiors, who's names he never bothered to learn. A traitor had tipped off the Lord and the soldiers had raided the other bases. The group had been given the codename, The Black Fang.
Fletcher took care of the assassinations that the Black Fang needed done. His daggers were well known among every group of rebels. It was said that one touch could kill a man, but that was just a way of trying to justify their fear of him. The truth is, the reason he's a known as a good assassin is because he never gets a hard target. Merchants, activists, traitors, low ranking government figureheads, nothing that would challenge the pettiest of thieves. He couldn't wait for the opportunity to get his hands dirty with a real target. He was waiting for the orders to kill a general.