Exoia was working out in the field. He was a God, a being meant to rule over a small part of life, like Ah-Tallo, who used to be the God of blood. Once Exoia was the most powerful of all the Gods, the God of power, just below Chaos in strength. Now, all of the Gods had been demoted, forced to work as Chaos' slaves.
Exoia's arms felt like they were about to fall off from working so hard. The sky was dark and cloudy, appearing gray and brown. Exoia looked around at the dead land, where other Gods, Humans, and even Monsters and Gigantons were plowing it with him.
"I can't do this anymore!" Exoia exclaimed, stabbing his hoe into the earth. "We need to do something about this." The Gods around him turned to face him from his outburst.
"What are we going to do? Even if we get through his thousands of soldiers, he's unkillable. We can't overthrow him, we never will. Last time we tried a major revolt, we lost Turmaton," Ah-Tallo said, defeated. Every so often Gods and Mortals would try to rebel. Mostly minor groups of ten or so; however, the last time they tried a major rebellion, it resulted in many casualties. The most recent killed the God Turmaton.
"We can try, even death would be better than working as his slaves," Exoia said to Ah-Tallo and the other Gods. "We should rebel, escape in the night, they won't know what hit them," Exoia said hopefully.
"I suppose it would be better than existing like this. I'll gather a few other Gods, we'll need reinforcements if we're going to escape," Ah-Tallo said.
The day seemed to pass in slow motion, the sun barely descending across the long work day. If Exoia's plan didn't work, they would be punished with more and harder work. After an excruciating day, the night had finally descended on Chaoctin, bringing to it an almost pitch black darkness. Exoia snuck out of his tent, and went over to Ah-Tallo's.
Peeking into the blood red tent, he saw Ah-Tallo, who appeared to be meditating, candles ominously lit around him.
"Welcome into my humble abode, Exoia," Ah-Tallo said without opening his eyes. Ah-Tallo looked like a rotting corpse, his skin a brownish purple and wrinkly with sunken eyes.
"Who did you manage to recruit?" Exoia asked, entering his tent. "No time for banter."
"Unsurprisingly, everyone that was working with us wanted to rebel against Chaos," Ah-Tallo said, opening one blue eye to look at Exoia.
"So when are we leaving to rebel?" Exoia said, looking around the tent, paranoid, as if Chaos himself was going to burst inside.
"We can leave now, nothing is stopping us," Ah-Tallo said, closing his eye again. Exoia peeked his head outside the tent, but no one else appeared to be awake. Ah-Tallo knew him well though, and he had most likely told everyone of the plan.
"Let's leave tonight," Exoia said, withdrawing his head back into the tent. "It'll be in our best interest if we do," Exoia continued. Ah-Tallo got up from his sitting position and snuffed out the candles, a drawing of a man covered in insects peeking out of his back pocket. Ah-Tallo left the tent without a word to Exoia, appearing more ominous than he did in uniform back when they were powerful.
He whistled into the loud silence that was their sleeping grounds and, suddenly, the candles in all the tents seemed to light. Humans and Gods alike emerged from their tents, barely lit candles in hand, the size of the flame seeming to signify their hope, which was small, desperate for something to fuel it, desperate to get it burning bright once more.
"They need your guidance, God of Power," Ah-Tallo said, stepping back from him. Exoia looked over to him, as he nodded.
"We have all been oppressed by Chaos," Exoia said, stepping forward to the Gods and Humans. "Some more than others, but that's all the reason we need to rebel." The crowd looked up at him, their faces illuminated by their melting wax candles. "We can all be equal once more, we just need to overthrow Chaos," Exoia said to the crowd, who now looked determined and inspired by his short, simple speech.
"We will be the people who defeat Chaos, we will be the people to kill the unkillable, we together will be The Rebellion, we together will defeat Chaos!" Exoia exclaimed, pumping his fist in the air. The crowd of Gods and Humans responded with a shout and they, too, pumped their fists in the air.
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Great Wyrm Chronicles: Giganton
FantasyA Gigaton named Chaos has enslaved the world, commanding it with all his power and strength for millions of years. That is, until the Gods he created betrayed him, rebelling, fighting to take back the freedom that they had been promised. Will the Go...
