Justinian sat upon his throne of silver, smilingly brightly as he watched the trial commenced beneath him. A young male who was newly married and whose wife was ladden with child was brought up on charges of violating the curfiew imposed upone the city.

He pleaded in his defense, "I was merely searching through the garbage of the rich for items I might be able to sell to help with the raising of my child."

A murmur came over the elite crowd that was allowed to attend these matters. They looked around at each other and finnally to Justinian as if cueing him to make his descion.

The tall majestic man stood and cleared his throat, "You say you did what you did in the name hearth and home. While this is the noblest of causes you must understand that Order is all there is. If we do not follow order, chaos will consume us and evil will corrupt us. You my child have violated the order I have given all of my people to protect them. To wander at nighttime is forbidden cause night time is the time of chaos. Your actions endanger many by inviting it upon us. For that you must be punished."

There was the pause while the elitist nodding to each other in support of thier kings wonderful speach. After Justinian had paused for several long uncomfortable seconds he spoke again.

"You, and your family, are demoted to the station of slaves. You and your wife will be sold at tommorows market. You obviously cannot be trusted to look after yourselves so as of tommorow it will become anothers task."

That evening before a silent city went to bed word was passed that someone would be talking at the square after dark and he wanted all the oppressed of the city to attend.

For reasons unbeknowst to the people the almost all seemed to gather the courage to throw their inhibitions aside for evening and in mass the went to the central square to hear the speaker. He stood upon the granite statue in the central fountain ready to speak his peace. He was seemingly unimpressive and could've easily blended into a crowd, save his eyes. They were not even uncommon of color (a simple shade af brown to be percise) but there was a wildness to them. The look of man that lead a passionate and exciting life. All those close enough to see his eyes clearly enough could not help but to feel some amount of envy.

The stranger rose his arms to speak, "You have lived to long oppressed!" he shouted. "Living under the oppressive heel of Order. An order that seeks to control, to own you. An order that wants to live your life for and steal your passions from you. I come here to speak of the one thing that will be your salvation. . . . chaos!"

The crowd silenced, stunned by his words but the stranger continued, "You cringe at the word but your king has never taught you what chaos really is. It's the driving force that gives people souls. It is passion that lives inside of you that gives you the strength to love and the courage to die. It is the force that drives you free will, the caged animal that lives inside you desiring freedom. LET THE ANIMAL OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LET THE ANIMAL FREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

With the word "free" still rolling from his lips, arrows from every direction pierced his flesh as he slumped into the fountain. It was to little to late however. The seed was sewn, the animal was free, and there was nothing that Justinians armies could do to cage it once more.

The once orderly city gave way to pure chaos as the streets became a field of battler. But slowly the oppressed gained the advantage as young soldiers tired of living under oppresion as well began to change sides and tip the balances in the favor of the common man. When all was said and done survivors scattered to the four winds, and once the dust had settled the remains of this once great city would go unfound to this day. The story does not end here however.

Justinian and his two best trained body guards made their way out of the city from the sewers beneath. They were fast approaching when suddenly as if stepping out of an unseen door a man was standing before them. Their jaws gaped as they realized that this was the same man that had spoken earlier before being shot.

"Devilish trickery I'm sure," said Justinian scowling. "Let us see how you fare against cold steel."

With a careless motion Justinians guard drew their swords and charged. Justinian watched in dismay as the stranger reached out two hands and grabbed each of his oncoming assailants by the face. A moment later both men were charred piles of ash.

Justinian collapsed terrified as the stragers eyes began to glow red. "Wh. . . Who are you," he managed to stammer.

"Chaos, Lord of Entropy," the stranger said smirking as he locked gazes with Justinian. The rulers mind was thrown into a state of base primal chaos. Every one of his orderly thoughts were torn to shreds and the stability he relied so heavily upon was rended from him. His mind was not strong enough to to handle the change so it simple turned itself off to affraid to face things as they really were.

(written by Athos Earthlord and Talespinner)