Prologue

There is a song as old as time itself, carried on the beat of the drums of war.
Its refrains have not changed in generations, its outcome of destruction never changing...

But if you could change it, would you?
If the fires of revolution swallowed you whole, would you burn or would you rise?

I choose to rise.
For myself, for my family, my people; for our future, I choose to rise.