I took a deep breath.
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“People of the lowest class, who have had their dreams and desires forcefully ripped away by others. I as a King, who has made a servant his lover, placed a peasant as commander of his armies, and made people with no name into his bodyguards, will listen to you.
What are you?”
Silence.
“Villagers of the north.
People like you who are weak and powerless; you have grovelled and begged just to get past day by day. Nobles ridiculed and played around with your lives as if they were nothing at all and when they threw your lives away, they had not bothered asking for your names. That is because your names had no meaning; they had nothing to be remembered for, even after death. Until your inevitable fates came, none of your words reached the ears of those who could listen. Since you had no power, your words carried no weight and even when you begged to be spared, they fell on deaf ears. I see that you all do not have a voice and for that, I pity you all.
What are you?”
Silence.
“Sorcerors.
You have silently received the abuse and hate thrown at you. Soldiers have in the past jeered and belittled you everywhere you walked. It is almost impossible for people to not feel the slightest bit of remorse for hurling hate at someone, but perhaps, you were not people to them. But how could you not be people? They say people who practice magic have sacrificed their souls to do so, but how would they know who has a soul or not? I have seen you bleed the same blood as I had and cry the same tears as I have.
Because you seemed sad, I had given you a shoulder to lean on. The moment I had done so, you understood I had acknowledged you as people and wept. Is this a cruel world where people shed tears when they are acknowledged as being in existence? ‘I deserve to live’, were even these words, which are considered as one of the most basic instincts upon this world, not allowed to be spoken at all? I see that you too, do not have power, and for that I feel sorry for you all.
What are you?”
Silence.
“Slaves.
Your lives were ruined because of a single mistake that you could not be blamed for. People ignored and pretended you weren’t there. It was as if your very existence was in question and to continue doing so, shackled you to a cell and took away your freedom. I see since you do not exist wherever you go, desperately trying to leave your body but the world is your prison. I understand that even if you were to love and to give birth, your children will be known as children of a slave and so too, your body is a curse. To you all, I know that your only answer in life is death. However, how can death be the answer if there is no question?
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Because you lived your life in regret, I gave you the key to your prison. The moment I had done so, you took charge and slaughtered your oppressors. Once I had given you power, you were no longer a prisoner, but instead someone who wanted revenge. ‘I want to be free’, have you lived without saying those words once, words which are the most primal to living? In the end, I see people will not kill you if you have power. I too feel sorrow for you all.
What are you?”
Silence.
I took another deep breath.
“Are you all such pitiful people? Is that it? Is that why someone has to sympathize with you and take care of you? Will you all turn a blind eye once someone was to do so? Are those really your true selves? When you were raiding and burning, laughing as you did so - is that not your true faces? Was immediately murdering people once you obtained a sliver of power, not a cruel thing to do?”
I paused.
“Ah, you are all not the kind and gracious people you thought you were. You are the same as I. The same type of person. I am a man of strength, and you are all nothing but people who have yet to obtain power. You must taste the sweet taste of having control, to fully understand the meaning of my words.
However, the nobles have all simply considered you as poor subjects. Will you stand for that? Do you wish to live in naivety the rest of your lives? Do you not have any desire for power? Do you plan to kneel and bow down like your parents and their parents have?”
“I will regard you all as my equal!”
“Since I do not consider you as kind and innocent subjects, since I will not look down and tell you how to live, I will not take care of you all. You will stand on your own two feet and you will stand tall and unbroken."
"I will take your lives if I need to, and if you need to, you can take my life as well. That is what I mean by considering you as my equal. If there is something that controls both life and death, then that is only power."
"You all have the rights to desire power and to live for it.
The sight of you all struggling, bleeding, killing and dying for power will be beautiful to me."
I paused again.
"What are you?
You have all been nothing until now.
What will you be?
Everything.”
“Pierce your swords into the people who have stolen your voice, cut down those who would suppress your very being, and destroy those who dare defy you. Take back everything that was taken from you! By doing so, you will become people. The very thing that you’ve always wanted to be.”
“Hence, I will tell you this. To all those who can hear me, listen. In the faces of all the kings and gods, I shall bestow upon you a language."
"Look at me!"
"I shall be the voice that you need.
If you all are to fight for a cause, then that will be my cause as well.
If you all are to hate someone, then I will be the person that you hate.
If you all are to create a new home, then that will be my home too.
I shall provide you with the weapons to tear down this world.
So scream. Scream with all your might.
Because I understand you all.
I shall be your desires, your fears and your deaths.”
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I opened my eyes.
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