ARWIN

  With Azamont obediently trudging behind them, Arwin, Harl, and Aoi strode toward the village proper.

  Harl limped along, a measure of pride on his face as he glanced over his shoulder at the prisoner, the blueblood now meek in his collar. “The tables have turned. It feels good.”

  Arwin asked, “You wore a collar a long time?”

  Harl nodded. “Most of my life. The nobles were already in charge since well before I was born. But it was only in my twenties that the collars were introduced. At first, they were only put on criminals: spouse abusers, thieves, and the like, people guilty of serious offences. That’s how they convinced the rest of us it would be a good idea. Fight crime. Make us safer. It was easy to buy into that. And at the time, the council wasn’t as openly in the pocket of the bluebloods. Or, at least, weren’t as tyrannical. But then they started using collars for lesser and lesser offences. Nobles began enslaving people over a bad debt or a word against them. Then out of malice. Soon enough, half the village was wearing them.”

  Aoi added, “And that’s when they started raising some of us as belles and beaus. Toys to pretty up their mansions.”

  Harl agreed, “That’s right. At first, the nobles gave compensation to the families. They treated it like a kind of employment, called it an investment into the kids’ futures. They got parents on board by promising large sums of money and offering to educate the kids they picked, train them up as high-level servants, even future council members and the like. So, of course, many parents bought into the idea, thrilled their kids would get a leg up in life. At least, that’s how it was portrayed.”

  Aoi huffed. “They probably lied right from the start. I’ll bet they abused everyone they took into their houses from the moment it began.”

  Harl looked sad. “I suspect that’s the case.”

  Arwin shook his head. “I think, most of the time, most of us don’t intend for things to turn out this way. Nobody wants to become oppressed or manipulated. It usually happens gradually. People are just going about their lives, trying to survive. But then selfish people show up, like those nobles. They push a little bit here and there, doing things that seem small on their own. They take advantage of our willingness to compromise or our desire to let things go rather than create conflict. We don’t realize these compromises only work in their favour and how much they build up over time. Next thing you know, there’s a whole system in place that only works to their advantage, not ours, and it seems like we can’t get out of it. Good people become slaves without realizing how they got there.”

  “Until now.” Aoi looked over at Arwin, her face serious. “Now we’re going to be free again. Thank you for this.”

  That caught him by surprise. “I didn’t—“

  “You started it by freeing Bleu’s father and the others. You helped inspire us. You even joined in. And now I can live a normal life in the village. I’m very grateful.”

  Harl added, “As am I, lad. You were the spark we needed. You’re right: the rest of us grew into the system and got used to it without thinking about doing something about it. We needed a wake-up call.” He slapped Arwin on the shoulder. “We’re lucky you came along.”

  Aoi’s face brightened, and she gave him a blue-lipped smile and nod of agreement.

  Arwin flushed a bit, embarrassed. He wasn’t used to praise, nor was he sure he deserved it. The others were giving him too much credit. “You guys were pretty impressive yourselves. It was a team effort.”

  Harl stood a bit straighter. “Well, we’re not done yet. Let’s see how well things went for the others, shall we?”

  It was soon clear that the actions of the freed workers had caused an uproar in the village. A crowd was gathering in the circle at the center of the village. Many nobles had been captured. Harl pointed out members of the corrupt village council. All of them now wore the same blue collars that had been on the workers, leaving them pliable and weak. Many had bloody mouths from losing teeth. Villagers were going about the crowd and removing collars from all their peers.

  Wounds and sour faces on some of the freed workers indicated that they, too, had come up against resistance while capturing the nobles, just as Arwin and his companions had. However, against all odds, it looked like they’d all somehow managed to pull the plan off. The villagers would have the chance to change their lives for the better.

  Fear and hope mingled on the faces of those villagers who hadn’t been involved before now. There were tears and laughter and anger from those whose collars came off. The crowd buzzed with conversation, both excited and worried. But, overall, there was a palpable sense of unease and uncertainty in the people gathered, as if they weren’t sure what would happen now and if things would turn out all right.

  Surveying the villagers, Harl noted, “Change can be scary. The bigger the change, the more some people feel threatened by it.”

  Aoi stated, “Let’s hope they’re brave enough to overcome that fear.” She raised her voice and called out, “Long live the revolution!”

  Hearing that, scattered cheers rose from the crowd in response.

  Jacque and Bleu arrived with a downtrodden Tremblée in tow. Bleu pushed him to the ground next to his peers and gave him a savage kick with a dainty foot for good measure. Her previous cheer seemed to have taken a beating during the capture process. A torn bodice and a bloody cut on her father’s arm were likely the cause.

  When Bleu and Aoi caught sight of each other, they threw their arms around one another.

  “I’m so glad you’re safe!”

  “Thank goodness you’re ok!”

  Jacque grinned and shook Arwin’s hand with his uninjured arm. “You’re looking a little banged up there, friend.”

  “I was about to say the same about you.”

  Harl jokingly puffed up his chest. “Psh. You young folk acting like you’re tough.”

  They all laughed, relieved that danger had passed and that their goal was within reach.

  Jacque waved to a formerly collared worker standing by the prisoners.

  The man grabbed a village councillor by the neck and hauled him to his feet. “Now, say it. Just like we agreed.”

  While trying not to move his mouth too much because of the cut there, Harl told Arwin, “That’s the first councillor. He’s also the most loyal of those boot lickers. He’s a nasty one. Three of our young women, belles, have died in his house. Mysterious circumstances, they said. Illness. Bah. He likes choking the life from them. Nobles knew it; let him do it because he has so much sway over the others on the council. And we were all too cowed to do anything about it.”

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  The first councillor bowed his head in submission. He called out in a shaky voice, “As per the council’s unanimous agreement, I hereby declare this village council dissolved. We will now hold a vote for all new council members.”

  The villagers’ voices raised in shock and fear, everyone talking at once.

  Jacque stepped up onto a box that someone had dragged over. He bellowed above everyone’s heads, “Good people! Listen, please!”

  The crowd quieted a little.

  Jacque spoke so all could hear. “Look at them.” He pointed to the collared nobles and council members. “Too long we suffered because of the worst among us. We gave them our wealth. We gave them our power. We let them decide how we should live. They profited every step of the way, taking more and more and more for themselves while the rest of us got less and less. Today that ends!”

  A nervous voice called, “What are you doing, Jacque? Have you all gone mad?”

  Aoi called back, “It’s not madness. It’s justice!”

  Harl stepped up next to Jacque. He held up the stack of papers they’d taken from the chateau and a key. “Here are the deeds to Azamont’s house and lands. And this is the key to his safe where he’s got a literal king’s ransom in gold stashed away. While we slaved away, this lot robbed us blind. Today, that ends. Today, we’re taking it all back.”

  Someone asked, “Take it back how?”

  Jacque told them, “First, we take back our power. We vote for a new council. We do it here and now: today. We need good men and women who believe in equality and merit. We need leaders who put the village first, not themselves or their cronies. Then we take back our lives. We vote for new laws. No more collerin’ and forcin’ folk to work against their will for someone else’s profit. No more innocent children taken from us and abused in noble homes. We take back the fruits of decades of hard labour and sacrifice. We take all the land and wealth stolen by the nobles and redistribute it between the rest of us.”

  The crowd rumbled once more, but this time, there was more excitement in their tone.

  Jacque continued, “For generations, we’ve let ourselves be manipulated. We let them divide us and use us for their own personal gains at our expense. Today, it ends. Let’s stand together, give each other better lives, and prevent parasites like these from hurting us again in the future.”

  The crowd broke out into a hundred different conversations.

  Arwin could see many scared faces and hear people voicing their worries. But he was pleased to see the freed workers, and both Bleu and Aoi, pull people aside in the crowd and speak earnestly to them, doing what they could to raise everyone’s courage and hope.

  Seeing the nobles who’d long oppressed them now collared and docile in the village circle was influential. Those long in overwhelming power had been reduced to nothing. Years of pent-up suffering, of anger at the unfairness and unjustness of their lives, boiled over. The crowd increasingly latched onto this chance that others had been so brave to give them. Several men and women were put forth as candidates for the new council. A simple show of hands was made for or against them. One woman, a known noble supporter, was soundly rejected. Others, including Jacque, were voted in.

  Bleu came to stand next to Arwin while the villagers discussed her father’s potential on the council, with many calling for him to be first councillor. When he was voted in, she beamed, jumping up and down and clapping. She threw her arms around Arwin. “I’m so happy!”

  Arwin hugged her back, also pleased to see Jacque recognized.

  Without wasting any time, the new council unanimously voted for the village to immediately re-acquire all the land and wealth the nobles possessed. A plan was put in motion to sit down and discuss a fair and merit-based redistribution in the near future. There were cheers all around. The revolution seemed to be a resounding success.

  That’s when trouble arrived.

  It started with the sound of boots tromping along the road and with the sound of spear butts on the cobblestones. Soldiers in black uniforms arrived at the edge of the village circle. There were dozens of them. Spears heads and steel helmets shone in the sun.

  While the villagers outnumbered the soldiers, they were unarmed, and plenty of women, children, and the elderly were amongst them. Fear returned to the crowd, though this time, a sense of grim purpose accompanied it. Wary of the soldiers, the villagers backed away to the opposite side of the village circle.

  Bleu, standing beside Arwin, looked worried, and she clenched his arm. “This doesn’t look good.”

  Arwin asked, “Are they villagers too?”

  “A few. Most are foreign mercenaries. Hired, so they don’t have any loyalty to any particular noble.”

  A soldier in a fancier uniform than the rest, with black feathers in his silver helmet, stepped forward. “That’s enough. This farce is at an end. Return to your homes at once!” He stamped his spear on the ground.

  Bleu whispered to Arwin, “Commander Zewer. He commands the Ravens.”

  “Hmph. Sounds like Commander Sewer.”

  She suppressed a giggle, trying to remain serious.

  Jacque stepped in front of the crowd and faced the soldiers. He held up his hands in a gesture of peace. “The people have spoken. A new council has been voted in. Those who have employed you are no longer in a position to do so.”

  Zewer sneered. “They will be back in that position once we take those collars off them and return you to your rightful places like the peasants you are.”

  Arwin studied the soldiers. They looked fit and able, much more so than the guards they’d battled earlier. They had spears and swords and wore light armour. The villagers would be no match for them. It would be a massacre. From the growing unease on their faces, the villagers knew it, too.

  Jacque took a few steps forward and spoke directly to the soldiers behind the commander. “Men. We humbly thank you for your services. We will pay what’s owed and more besides. But we do not need soldiers here any longer. Please, allow us to continue our lives in freedom and peace.”

  Zewer rolled his eyes. “You’ll need my spear in the belly if you keep talking, fool. Now, I said — disperse!” He stamped his spear butt on the ground again.

  Impressively, most villagers held their ground, with only a few cowards weaselling away in the background.

  At an annoyed wave from the commander’s hand, the soldiers stomped forward.

  Arwin feared that violence would break out at any moment. He jumped forward. Speaking directly to the soldiers, he cried out in his most confident voice, “Gentlemen! Please hold!” He smiled, ignoring the adrenalin spike and anxiousness in his veins.

  The soldiers came to an uncertain halt.

  He quickly continued. “What my friend here says is true; we do not need soldiers. But — we do need peacekeepers.”

  A few of the soldiers glanced at each other.

  Arwin sensed an opening. “Those who wish to stay employed in this beautiful village can! We need good, strong men to protect the people here from lawbreakers and bandits and monsters. Think of it. By leaving the employ of the nobles and swearing your loyalty to the village instead, you no longer have to walk through town being feared and hated as instruments of oppression. As peacekeepers, you’ll be appreciated, regarded as heroes and fellow villagers.”

  A good portion of the soldiers seemed to take note of this. Some looked thoughtful. A few whispered to others in the ranks.

  Arwin raced on lest he lose this chance. “Earn a good wage, live a good life, here with the people instead of against them. You can settle here as peacekeepers, have a family, or take a big, fat payday and adventure elsewhere; it’s your choice.”

  Jacque smiled as well. “He’s right. There’s no need to shed blood today. We’ll provide honourable employment to any who want it and retirement pay to those moving on.”

  Commander Zewer shouted, “Stop listening to that prattle! Disperse them at once!” He angrily waved them forward.

  Some soldiers moved forward, levelling spears, but many others hesitated and held back.

  The commander, with almost twenty men at his side, gained enough confidence to level his own spear. Malicious glee on his face, he cried out, “Charge!”

  Villagers screamed. Many tried to flee. In the pandemonium, many fell in a rush to escape.

  A united roar sounded from behind the charging soldiers.

  Arwin’s heart fell as he watched the Ravens in the rear rush forward as well. He turned back to the crowd. Seeing Aoi, he grabbed her hand and pulled her away from the soldiers.

  Jacque scooped Bleu up into his big arms and ran after them.

  Arwin worried that they wouldn’t make it in time.

  A soldier in the front line grunted and fell. Then two more did. The others slowed, confused. In moments, the soldiers in the second wave were all over those in front. Spear tips flashed in the sun; fists crashed into jaws. Bodies fell.

  The villagers in the crowd closest to the battle noticed that the rear soldiers were on their side. Regaining their courage, many turned and charged into the fray.

  Seeing the change, Arwin released Aoi’s hand and turned to help as well, Jacque by his side.

  In minutes, it was all over. The commander lay face down, two spears sticking out of his corpse. Other soldiers were wounded or tied up. But many were tearing off their Raven insignias.

  The villagers cheered. The revolution of the Bleu Region had been won.