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Birth of a revolutionary « Thread Started on Dec 12, 2007, 6:43pm »
It was late in the year when he arrived.
The Romans had taken control over the region and installed a puppet king to rule over the people. He was an unpopular, cowardly little man whose tenuous grip on power always seemed to be at risk of slipping away. The ancient Royal Family had been dispersed and separated into their twelve branches. Yet they still persisted to cause issues for the puppet King.
News reached him earlier that year that two of the branches had come together, and the woman was with child. The Puppet King sent out spies and assassins to find the couple and destroy them, but all had failed.
Now was his last chance. He had to find these people and remove them from this world, he wasn't going to lose all this power and wealth because of them.
"Maybe a list of everyone in the land, maybe that will find them..."
Meanwhile, in a village, about 50 miles from the capital, the couple were seeking shelter from the cold winter night. It was well known that the King was seeking this pair, and anyone who offered help was liable to get themselves killed. Not one Innkeeper would risk offering them shelter, not with the soldiers searching every room, with no warning that they were coming. The lovers had to shelter in a barn, hidden from outside by the cows and donkeys, who also provided warmth (and an interesting odour) to fight against the chill of night.
The child, when it was born, would have a powerful claim to the Throne. Two houses of the Royal Family, versus a Puppet? The people loathed the King, loathed the invaders but had no leader to rally behind. The taxes were outrageously high, causing the people to starve so that the Romans could ship the wealth back home. The people had had enough.
When the child was born, everything would change. So many people had helped to bring this day to pass, and so many people had tried their damnedest to destroy this hope. Rumours flashed around he country that the child would be illegitimate, that the father wasn't really the father.
But hope won through. The child was born, unifying two branches of the same family. A real King, who had the blood of the ancient Kings flowing through him. And this was recognised, as three other branches came together, travelling from afar to recognise this new King, lavishing extravagant gifts upon him, to make it clear to everyone that this boy was the future for the people.
Time passed, and the boy grew, learning his plants, his trees, herbs and medicines, and he was overlooked by the soldiers seeking him out to protect the Puppet King. But when he was twelve he slipped up. At a wedding they run out of wine, so the boy mixed up a bag of herbs and infused some water - it tasted even better than the wine! (and it had a better kick).
The Royals had to hide him. Get him out of sight until he was big enough, strong enough, to lead the war against the invaders. His uncle, a trader, would travel halfway across the known world to buy tin and other metals to sell back in his homeland, and he agreed to take the boy with him.
Legend has it that the boy came to Britain, and was taught in the manner of the Ancient Druids who lived on these shores. It was a safe place, where the Romans had still not taken (although they did trade here). Eighteen years of hiding and learning later, the boy went back home to begin his fight for the peoples freedom.
And then the story became corrupted and a religion was born.