Flames of The Revolution: Forging A New Chapter

In a little corner of Maine occupied by a wholly unremarkable town, the tension in the air is palpable; taxes are rising; more and more redcoats roam the streets; the whispers of rebellion are growing louder. Like it or not, war is brewing...I had pledged myself to a life of nonviolence, but how much longer could that promise hold?My life in Cesarton had always been simple: Throw some coals into the fire, grab my hammer and a red-hot lump of metal, and bang it until it ended up in a shape I liked.That's how my apprenticeship under Grigory had been going, and despite the tensions caused by the presence of the Lobsters on the streets, that's how I always reckoned itwouldgo—until Captain Marlowe showed up.Suddenly we were hit with new taxes and the threat of quartering, all in the name of some distant war. I was tired of it. Tired of constantly having the rug pulled out from underneath us. What we yearned for was change—and whatIyearned for was a peaceful way of bringing it about...At a town meeting I'd attended on pure impulse, I got just that when a pair of revolutionists I'd never seen implored me to join them. My job? Act as a middleman and deliver letters for the militia, on one condition—no violence, ever.Soon, however, I realized the danger of my choice. Between a tense run-in with Captain Marlowe, a failed, blood-stained rebellion in a neighboring town, and betrayals from what seemed to be every angle all at once, the passivity—thecowardice—in my ways suddenly struck me.Yes. In the name of progress, there must be change...And in the name of change, there must be sacrifice.Read more