Red Horse
This is my first attempt at writing a TL. So forgive me for any errors you may find. This TL is mostly Philippine-centric, so don't expect massive butterfly coverage across the globe. Though I might try it for some selected places.
Updates will be short, and constructive criticisms are welcome.
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Prologue
Riding in a carriage through the town, Camilo can't help but observe the townspeople gathering near the streets. They were all looking at him disdainfully, yelling and throwing papers, stones, and other stuffs at his convoy. In the midst of the noises, Camilo manage to make out three words...
Butcher.
Tyrant.
Devil.
Those are the most frequent ones that Camilo heard from them. This made him feel irritated.
The marching column suddenly screeched to a halt.
Apparently, some people had the bright idea to block the marching convoy's path. As the guards apprehended the protesters, commotion ensued, as more people flocked the convoy. Or particularly, Camilo's carriage. His personal escorts tried to shoo them away, to no avail. The people continued to scream out profanities at Camilo. But what exactly made him more irritated was those papers they were showing (and throwing) at him. It was a newspaper piece, with the image of that man. Written along with was some sort of letter. A farewell letter, to be exact. So this is what's all about.
Well, the one who's responsible for that man's death is him. Camilo can't deny that. But in his defense, he's doing it for his motherland. Heck, most of Camilo's life he dedicated to his god, king and country. So in his opinion, these people don't have the right to judge him.
As the chaos continues, Camilo's carriage was approached by a cloaked man. Closing in on the target, the man pulls out a pistol from his coat and aimed at Camilo, much to the latter's horror. The last words he heard before the gunshot was...
"Death for tyrants!"
Updates will be short, and constructive criticisms are welcome.
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Prologue
"I go where there are no slaves, hangmen or
oppressors; where faith does not kill; where the one who reigns is God."
José Rizal
oppressors; where faith does not kill; where the one who reigns is God."
José Rizal
Riding in a carriage through the town, Camilo can't help but observe the townspeople gathering near the streets. They were all looking at him disdainfully, yelling and throwing papers, stones, and other stuffs at his convoy. In the midst of the noises, Camilo manage to make out three words...
Butcher.
Tyrant.
Devil.
Those are the most frequent ones that Camilo heard from them. This made him feel irritated.
The marching column suddenly screeched to a halt.
Apparently, some people had the bright idea to block the marching convoy's path. As the guards apprehended the protesters, commotion ensued, as more people flocked the convoy. Or particularly, Camilo's carriage. His personal escorts tried to shoo them away, to no avail. The people continued to scream out profanities at Camilo. But what exactly made him more irritated was those papers they were showing (and throwing) at him. It was a newspaper piece, with the image of that man. Written along with was some sort of letter. A farewell letter, to be exact. So this is what's all about.
Well, the one who's responsible for that man's death is him. Camilo can't deny that. But in his defense, he's doing it for his motherland. Heck, most of Camilo's life he dedicated to his god, king and country. So in his opinion, these people don't have the right to judge him.
As the chaos continues, Camilo's carriage was approached by a cloaked man. Closing in on the target, the man pulls out a pistol from his coat and aimed at Camilo, much to the latter's horror. The last words he heard before the gunshot was...
"Death for tyrants!"