"I never thought the day would come where I would have to choose between my friends, and my wish to see the land free..."
As he stood at the shrine to the ancient hero of the people, Vincento wondered where his fate would lead him, the choices ahead and the lives they would touch. He raised a hand to the statue in honour of the man in front of him, and picked up his sword.
He looked out over the land, and sighed.
"...but sadly it has come."