By EM Veli Turning around the corner, Morgan, the town guard, witnessed a small gathering of people at the square in front of Britain’s main gates. They seemed to be listening to a single man, dressed in black attire, standing on the stone wall. As he approached the assembly, the wind carried along with it a strong, firm voice. Citizens of Britain! Wake up, and reclaim your kingdom! Who amongst you has not witnessed the decline of your grand city? Who amongst you does not feel rage as the puppet Lord Protectorate watches while our kingdom plunges in a spiral of chaos and civil war? In spite of the fact that BRITAIN was for years the surest guarantor of peace and its citizens devoted themselves only to the progress of BRITANNIA, other cities, and particularly their “statesmen”, could not refrain from conspiring against Britain at the first opportunity. Will you watch by as our kingdom is broken up into a collection of city-states, each vying for an upper hand? Surely, you can see that the motivations of those who would rule over us are laced by not benevolence but envy and lust for power? Surely, you do not expect any sort of a meaningful leadership from the crooks in charge of our cities? Surely, none amongst you, TRUE BRITANNIANS, will dispute that Britain is destined to lead Britannia! So, join me! Reclaim Britain! Reclaim Britannia! With that, the crowd erupted in a course of thundering applause and cheering, followed by the chanting of the name KOBA! Enthralled as he had become by the stranger’s voice, Morgan did not notice that the small gathering had grown into a crowd of a respectable size. The passing glares that his uniform met, left him suddenly feeling rather exposed. Making a mental note of the stranger, he turned around and hurriedly made his way towards the safety of the castle barracks. Additional notes: To those who may seek him, Koba has been periodically witnessed roaming the streets of Britain inciting citizens to join his cause.