Romans & histoires Free The Oppressed

"What kind of things?" "The rebellion isn't just about harsh governance. It's about systematic oppression that goes far beyond normal pack discipline. Your father has been using imprisonment, torture, and execution to eliminate anyone who might challenge his authority—not just traitors and criminals, but teachers, healers, artists, anyone who might inspire people to imagine a different way of living." Ferdinand felt sick. "How many people?"

The fire still burned in Freya’s veins when she rose to her feet, though her body trembled beneath the weight of what she was about to demand. Her voice, however, did not falter. “Ragnar,” she said, steady, each syllable laced with the centuries of suffering that echoed through her bloodline, “if you want me to stay, if you want me to fight at your side, then you must give me this. My people must be free. Every omega in this kingdom, every one of them. No more collars. No more chains. No more being treated as slaves or pets. If any alpha dares to strip them of their freedom, he will face punishment as severe as if he had defied the crown itself.”

“What shall we do, Your Excellency?” “Counterattack, of course.” “But our old counterattack will not affect her much.” Elijah denied the notion. “Well… if we use the old tactic.” The tactic they were spoken about was the tactic that involved invading Country B, all out. Setting a few traps here and there or whatever. But it wouldn’t work anymore as the reports were in his hands. However, the lyrics told him otherwise. The lyrics were about the rise of the experimented subject that was being oppressed under the lord called Boss, but eventually rose and overthrew Boss and all the old systems and replaced them with theirs.

He pauses for a bit before continues saying: Issei - I have also experienced the same thing as you two, I have sacrificed everything for the ones I once loved. But in the end, they betrayed me, at first I also feel devastated and just want to end it all by letting myself die from the cold hard truth. But my trusted partner pull me back from the despair I felt and made me realize the word called "Freedom". Freedom to not act for anyone else, freedom to choose the path that lies before me, freedom to finally act for myself, not just for others. And I find it funny how just that one word can bring me so much joy, "Freedom cannot be bestowed - it must be achieved." that sayings are quite true...

The oppressors had underestimated our strength and resolve. Room by room, street by street, we carved a path of liberation through the heart of Crescida. Our battle cries echoed through the city, reaching the ears of the enslaved and striking fear into the hearts of our captors. We fought not only for ourselves but for the countless others suffering under the yoke of oppression.

I slowly sit down on my seat, that is by the window and look out it This is it, after this day I leave behind everything and begin my new life. A new life that would provide my child safety and happiness, this is the end of all the sorrows and tortures. I smile as the train starts and my journey to freedom begins.

𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘭𝘪𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 �

“I can’t blame you, Maze. Just go ahead with what you want to say and state your point. ” My eyes widened. I sighed and my vision darkened again. This time, the girl who was always appearing out of nowhere showed up to me. She spoke, “those in the lowest levels . . . They are oppressed, abused, or sold to whomever. They have no freedom and are suffering because of poverty. So they often commit crimes because of poverty. Others, after all, had nothing to eat and drink, no proper clothing to wear, and most of all, no education. So how can you say that Normous is thriving? There are crimes, corruption, poverty, hunger, and so on . . .” What she said made me lower my gaze. “They have no freedom,

"Today marks a pivotal moment in the history of our kind. It is a day when the legends of our ancestors will become a reality, paving the way for not only our future generations but for generations yet unborn. Today... is the day we claim our freedom." Suddenly, a voice from the crowd interrupts the momentum of his speech, exclaiming, "Bullshit!" A wave of murmurs sweeps through the audience, and the man stands up, his stature imposing. He is a decorated officer, proudly adorned with numerous awards and honors displayed along his chest. Scars etched across his face hint at the battles he has fought. With a fierce gaze surveying the crowd, he boldly continues, "Freedom is a privilege granted

It was a message from Alex. [The wind looks great tomorrow. Do you want to go skydiving? Let's jump from the peak and into the sunrise.] I looked at the screen and smiled. The Alpha King of the northern territory had just freed me from all rules, and the wind of the southern territory was about to carry me into the sky.