I'VE BEEN LOOKING TO DO AN ANOTHER SONGFIC AND NOW THAT I'M COMPLETELY OUT OF IDEAS, LEZ GO.
Warnings:  violence I believe is the only thing... might have cursed ones or twice! This is also a stick of truth thingy?
Ages: 19.
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Kyle's POV.

"Sir. This isn't good health for your people! We cannot keep moving to South, we have children, women and people with dangerous injuries! We have to stop soon to take care of them!" Stan says.

I nod.

"That's what I'm looking for," I say.

"Their army isn't behind us at the moment, I promise my Lord. We just need everyone in proper form before we can go to the secondary station," Stan says.

I nod and we stop. The maybe 30 people we were able to keep safe stop as well.

"Sir, thank you!"

I nod. Stan gets next to someone wounded, helping him immediately.

"It wasn't possible to stop before now," I say, guilt washing over me.

"We know, my Lord. I'm just glad we could now," Stan says.

The sudden thought comes over me I am the leader of a nation, I am supposed to listen to a million faces formed together. I'm made for elevation.

"What are we going to do?"

Stan seems to get the same realisation.

"I am a soldier, I won't surrender. Faith is like a fire that never burns to embers," Stan says.

"Who's gonna stand up?"

"Who's gonna fight?"

"The voice of the unheard."

"Love is the answer."

"I gotta speak it, believe it, that's how I feel inside! I-I-I can't, can't sit here quiet," Stan says.

"You can take my heart, you can take my breath.... When you pry it from my cold, dead chest," I say, looking around. We can do this with the help of the second village up South! We can take back our land..... even if that means I have to take charge after my parents get killed for doing something as evil as killing off my people because they had the slightest bit of free will.

"This is how we rise up," I say.

"Heavy as a hurricane, louder than a freight train," Stan says.

I don't know what that is but okay then.

"This is how we rise up!"

"Heart is beating faster, feels like thunder," Stan says.

"Magic, static, call me a fanatic! It's our world, they can never have it," I say.

"This is how we rise up," Stan says.

"It's our resistance, you can't resist us," I say.

"Are you listening?" I ask.

Everyone nods, smiling at me.

"Will you get corrupted when you take the throne?" Someone asks.

"He'll make sure I won't," I say, leaving against Stan's shoulder.

"Why would a Knight have that power?" Someone else asks.

"Because he isn't just a knight, he's a wonderful person and I think that ones we get control back, you should vote for him," I say.

"Vote?"

"I plan to make it have a President," I say.

They nod.

"Now could we continue the speech?" Stan asks.

I nod along with the people.

"Some of us might need to get convinced," someone says.

"Sleeping in the shadows, could be making history! Walk through the fire, walk on the water," Stan says.

"You used to be a slave, but now you are a conqueror," I say.

"They can take my heart, they can take my breath when they pry it from my cold, dead chest," Stan says.

Stan is fucking admirable in the fact he respects everyone and would get killed for anyone.

"This is how we rise up! Heavy as a hurricane, louder than a freight train," Stan says.

I still don't know what a freight train is but at least it seems kind of motivational so I won't mind.

"This is how we rise up," I say.

"Heart is beating faster, feels like thunder," Stan says.

"Magic, static, call me a fanatic," I say.

"It's our world, they can never have it!" Stan says.

"This is how we rise up," I say.

"It's our resistance, you can't resist us!"

They all say it together, as if talking to my mother and father.

"Up, up, up, up, up!"

"We're rising up," Stan says.
"Up, up, up, up!"

"The voice of the unheard!"

"Rising up," I say.

"Up, up, up, up!"

"We're rising up," Stan and I say.
"Up, up, up, up!"

"Love is the answer!"

"Rising up," Stan says.
"Up, up, up, up!"

"We're rising up," I say.

"Up, up, up, up!"

"Love is the answer!"

"This is how we rise up," Stan says.

"It's our resistance, you can't resist us!"

I smile at the people. Stan takes me into his arms, smiling brightly.

"We can do it! I can run there and get everyone!" Stan says.

"I'm a faster runner!" I say.

"My Lord, I am not allowed to risk your safety in such a way," he says.

He bows. I roll my eyes and bow back.

"Will you start calling me Kyle when this is over? Lord just doesn't fit at all," I say.

"My Lord—," He starts.

"Stop stumbling over your words, Stan. I'm Kyle and like I have told you a million times..... please call me what I was given at birth. Lord is a title. It's as if I referred to you as a knight, not your name.... it's just... cold," I say.

"Sorry, Kyle," he says.

I nod. He bows yet again, this time smiling a little.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"I have noticed a thing. Every time I bow, something good happens or something bad doesn't happen. So in the most basic way to say thing, I'm wishing you luck," he says.

I nod.

"Hey, remember everything that's been said," he says.

This is how we rise up! Heavy as a hurricane, louder than a freight train! This is how we rise up! Heart is beating faster, feels like thunder! Magic, static, call me a fanatic! It's our world, they can never have it! This is how we rise up! It's our resistance, you can't resist us!

I nod and kiss him one more time before leaving.