In a far away land, lived a soldier named RSK. He was a soldier in the Empire of Light. The Empire of Light was a peaceful land. Green feilds, blue skies, and crystal clear lakes, epitomized the tranquil and beauty of the common man...
...Empire of Light was ruled by benelovent, King Cybog. King Cybog served the people. And the people lived to serve him. He was a fair man. He governed with kind heart...
...He had built Empire of Light into the 'perfect land'. A place where birds sing, and darkness never fell. He gave land to the farmers. And in return, they provided him with food. He fed his army, and in turn, they safe guarded the walls of the land. He ate his meals from the same plates as his servent, and in turn, he gained trust and respect from them.
The eve of St. Lloyds day, began as any other day. The 2 million soldiers marched to the barracks, where they would be fed. The clanging sound of metal outfits were as normal as singing birds in the morning. It was routine. There they stood, 2 Million soldiers, aligned in rows and columns - disciplined and motionless as a rock. One of which, was RSK and his compatriot, Tone next to him - as he had been, for the past 12 years...
...Their metal masks hid the personalities and served to unify the band as ONE. The orderly array of soldiers is personified as the philosophy of Empire of Light - EVERYBODY plays their Role...nobody is 'special', nobody must mention their 'names' outside of their home. THAT WAS CUSTOM.
RSK raised his right hand. Those around him began to murmor. Confusion arose...
Tone whispered: RSK, are you NUTS! what are you trying to pull?
RSK didn't reply.
The Army General, the feared and notorious Zek, approached on his Horse toward RSK......
(too be continued)