Ashes. He was surrounded in ashes. Men fought in the streets over shoes. Cadavers were at almost every corner. The man knew something must be done. The man knew that this something would benefit him. Chapter 1 A quiet child, he grew up with aspiration of being an artist. During his teenage years, he would learn that the only thing he would paint is the soil with blood.
Several years later, the man rose into politics. Having lost all hope of artistic career, the man chose this new path. On this new road, he was under the belief that a select few controlled his people. He believed this was wrong. He believed something should be done about them.
The man rose up the political ladder, through aggression, alliances and executions. He played dirty, but his motives trumped his methods. The man gave his own pair of shoes to one of the struggling men, ending the conflict. He ordered a few men to dispose of and give proper burial to the bodies. The man knew that his people would love him. He knew that all would love him in time.
The Final Chapter He had come to conquer many. But more and more came to lightly disagree with him, some wanted to usurp him. He slowly began destroying the intricate Web of alliances and structures he had so carefully created.
His people were collapsing from all sides. The wars he started wouldn't be finished by him. His people began losing faith. He became more brutal and aggressive. He continued pinning blame on the already subdued tyrants.
It was a mild day. Everyone knew what would happen, but they didn't expect the shot to ring out so loudly. His assistants entered his room and checked if he was alive.
He was dead. Everyone already knew this. But the news came bitterly. " Hitler is dead. " The man said.
The man walked in the ashes of war. There was much work to be done here. The former tyranny did much damage, but now there would be a republic, a democracy. The land would no longer be ruled by tyrants. The man smiled and gave his shoes to a beggar.