Sounio, Carian Despotate Sounio. Caria's largest port city and the birthplace of democracy. Before the Carian unification Sounio was one of the few Free States that was ruled not by a monarch but by an elected leader and a parliament, faithful to its ancient tradition. All that changed in time. Still democracy was deeply rooted in the Sounian people's hearts. They elected their own judges and almost 90% of the Free State showed up to vote on election day. Sounio was the home of almost all Democratic and Socialist movements in Caria. And it was mostly full of middle class or working class people, employed in industry, small business or maritime activities. Few of the nation's aristocracy lived there, preffering nearby Amarysia, dominated by middle class to the south and aristocrats to the north. On a quiet Sunday of October, when the sun was still shining over the white and blue city of painted cement and schorched marble, with the temperature still well above 20 degrees Celsius, a lone child walked to a wall with a bucket of blue paint and a brash. He looked left and right. The smell of saltwater from the port could be felt in this poor but identical to all others neighborhood, but a man was not close. Not even a bird was flying overhead or a stray dog or cat moving around. He took a dip breath and put the brash into the paint. He then pulled it out. A vertical line, now three horizontals, a circle and a line in the center, a little more work and in less than three minutes his work was done. ΕΛΕΥΘΕΡΙΑ The large blue letters on the wall said Eleftheria, meaning liberty or freedom. A small and insignificant protest against the Despotism of the Crown. He exhaled and closed his eyes proud of his achievement. Then he heard a man shouting. "You! Come here!" It was a Militiaman. The fanatically loyal to the despot Militia troops commonly patrolled Sounio and Antikyra, Nauplio's two rivaling Free States, to remind them who is in charge. The child, without hesitation started running, with no less than three Militiamen running behind him. Two turns left, one right, a little jump over a fence, all painted white and reflecting sunlight near the sundy paths of the city and the cement covered major ones and he was at the huge fish market. Running through people, under bences and finally climbing a building to get out of the square he was confident that he had escaped the Militia's Iron Fist. He threw a couple of fish down to the Militiamen from the top of the building as a little sign of defiance. Then a tap on the back made him turn around. A militia trooper, covered in fish liquids was griping his glop. The shock made him fall off the little roof. Thankfully he hit two tents and a bench with squids on the way down, keeping him alive. But he was now surrounded, the three militia men came his way. One grabbed him by the shirt. "You little shit!" A merchant struck the trooper before he could hit the kid. "Do you have a death wish old man?!" shouted the enraged officer. The trooper struck him with the back of his pistol. An angry mob started gathering around the militiamen. The angry officer and his colleague pointed their weapons at them. "Back! Or we will shoot!" The man who had been struck stood up to take the child away. The officer, scared of the crowd and on edge, thought he was reaching for his glop and pulled the trigger. The old man hit the ground, lifeless and bleeding. The child, now scared started running away. "I am sorry! I did not mean to- A rock hit him in the head, thrown from afar, while the crowd started charging toward the officers. Six shots were fired at the crowd, but the mass of people in this poor corner of Sounio near the port did not stop. The two militia men screamed as they were cut down, while the third still on top of the building threw his uniform away and started running to the police station.