Akksul comforted me in my pain and rage. He had been a slave of the kett, and barely escaped one of their camps. He understood the horrors our people had faced for decades under the enemy's occupation. He reminded me of who our people were before. How we had bent the stars to our wills. The kett had taken our greatest achievements, but they had never changed who were are. Akksul told me of his new movement. He called it the Roekaar, a name from the distant past. A group of great warriors who defended our civilization.
Akksul offered a chance to reclaim what the kett had taken from me. Not my loved ones, but the sense of control I'd lost with them. I would never need to feel powerless again. I listened to his voice, saw through his eyes, and believed in him.
