The rebel alliance is falling. We've been stuck at the base for two weeks and defense was starting to fail. We needed to go out and fight. At least that was my opinion but no one else seemed to think so. My name is Roman Valor. I am the leader of the rebel alliance against the king of our country, Pancha. He is a tyrant. A cruel and powerful person. The only problem with our alliance is that the king now knows that we exist. Well, I guess he always knew that we "existed" but he was not aware that I was the leader. But his reign has gone on long enough.

We are getting stronger and getting ready to fight back. However, every day that we wait to attack is another day that the king is getting stronger. We have lost a lot of lives to the king. My brother included. I can't even believe that he would do something like that. Power does that to you. But, now we are ready to fight. And we will prevail. My team and I know exactly what we are doing. Because he may tell the people that his reign will make things better, but behind that mask, he is a liar and a monster. That settles it. Dee is going down.

(this is made by my cousin but she doesn't have an account so this story will be posting on here)