“I-”
“These pillars are a reminder of what freedom means.” The Black General said, his hood still hiding his face. “Freedom cannot be gained without blood and suffering.”
Hadjar stayed silent. He knew the price of freedom very well. It was the most valuable thing that people had, the only foundation upon which anything could be built. The freedom to be yourself, to honor your traditions, your gods, your ancestors. To speak your own language. Or something even closer to home: the freedom to walk without rattling your chains; the freedom to walk without having to lick the hand that held your leash.
It was what most warriors fought for, and that was the way things had been since the Black General had appeared, when, under the banner of freedom, the symbol of evil had rebelled against th
