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Every revolution starts with words, an utterance or a whisper, never underestimate the power of words. It can be a classic vignette of a roadside quarrel, someone being pedantic about a rumour; words formulate the foundations of change. The time had come for the leaves to turn crimson with the impending arrival of fall, the air had a tinge of irritation and the mood was calling for the page to turn, a page of history and the destiny of the characters.
Zobel woke up to the sound of chirping crickets, he had slept like a log not realizing the time that had lapsed. There was a tray of food placed next to his cot with cold bread and stew, guess Dorian had placed it quietly and didn’t want to disturb him. He had the urge to relieve himself but decided against it realizing that the dog was still there at the entrance. A big black dog with piercing bloodshot eyes stared at him, not moving, not growling, simply gazing at him with a menacing look. It was better for him to hold his urge than to take a chance by challenging the canine. But this was Zobel, someone called him from within, are you afraid of a dog? Are you scared of this petty animal? You the mighty general of your times, what is stopping you? The hoofs of whose horse would send shock waves down his enemy’s regiments, this Zobel is now hesitant to go past a measly black puppy. Zobel got up from his bed, his former self, a spark being reignited for a moment, little did he know that a bowel movement is also a source of generating self-confidence.
Zobel had mastered the art of controlling war dogs so this was no big feat. He walked up straight towards the door with his eyes locking that of the beast and with a whimper he walked past him. The poor thing had been hypnotized by the grand master and laid measly with his feet spread across. He went to the bushes near the hut and took a leak, it was dark and serene, the mist had covered mountain tops with the moon shyly peeping through the cracks in the clouds. He turned around to see Dorian intently staring at him, he had a surprised look as if calling out, “how the hell did you leave the room?”.
“What do you think you are doing outside, Zobel? I had asked you specifically not to leave the room, didn’t I?”, he was obviously very upset. Zobel had apparently peed on a land that…
