“Rise up. Rise up, those that fought and died. Rise up, you that bled, and loved and were afraid. Rise up, you that were lost and broken before your years. Rise up with me now and stand against the darkness one last time.” I straightened and raised a fist into the air, black energy coursing out of me, into the ground, into the air, blazing through the sky. “Rise up with me now, Children of the Misery.”
