Hello, everyone. This fic is basically a series of tributes to whoever I feel like writing about. Unlike my other fics, it is difficult to predict what I'll post in this "fic" next. It might be a poem dedicated to a couple, or a story spoken through the eyes of an entire army, or a song on behalf of a fallen commander. But you can be certain that each 'chapter' will have plenty of passion tossed into it. :P (And I'll probably add oneshots that aren't related to this collection, but that depends on my mood.)

Thanks for stopping by, and I hope you enjoy what you read.

This Must End

"Do you hear the people sing?

Singing the song of angry men?

It is the music of a people

Who will not be slaves again!

When the beating of your heart

Echoes the beating of the drums,

There is a life about to start

When tomorrow comes!" - 'Do You Hear the People Sing?' (Les Miserables)

We watched our homes crumble to the ground.

We watched our love ones starve and twitch as food grew scarce and water turned brown.

We watched our villages burn in the summer heat.

And we couldn't watch anymore.

We put on those yellow scarves...

Drew our pitchforks and our hatchets...

And stood at attention as the doctor began to speak.

He spoke of justice, of love and honor...

He told us that we would liberate ourselves from Han's apathy.

The Emperor didn't care about our lives.

If he did, why would he let us starve? Why would he let us suffer? Why did he not try to help us?

If he really needed our taxes so much, he would have made sure we'd be able to pay him...

So we raised our weapons, and we cheered at every word he said.

Why would we protest Zhang Jiao if he was going to help bring us what we needed?

If Zhang Jiao was going to make everything right once more, why would we care if he'd dethrone that damn Han Dynasty?

Only those who were blind enough to listen to Han's every word would protest when Zhang Jiao stood against what Han failed to do for its people.

So we saw those blind sheep...

Those who would let Han starve its own people.

Those who liked to see people die in the millions from sickness and hunger!

And we charged!

We attacked those fools!

We would prove to them that the people's words were the most important of all!

And since they wouldn't listen to words, we'd give them our fists!

The battle was fierce...

The carnage was worse...

We fell, failing our villages...

Our martyrs died, and He Jin lived...

Liu Bei, Cao Cao, Sun Jian, they all helped crush our dream...

Maybe we couldn't stop the Han from letting its people starve, but we sure showed them!

We showed them what we were capable of... And they would never forget our revolution...

"When the beating of your heart

Echoes the beating of the drums,

There is a life about to start

When tomorrow comes!" - 'Do You Hear the People Sing?' (Les Miserables)

The Yellow Turbans