They met behind the waterfall once a week. Hushed tones filled the cave as they plotted--they were careful in their endeavors and committed to ensuring their plan was not compromised. The others had captured their planet long ago and their spies were far reaching. Their plotting, their declaration of war, was Hera's only hope to find freedom.
At the moment they had only a few soldiers, and even less weapons. There was no doubt, however that as time passed, their cause would grow and eventually they would have the power to strike back. Each of them--all twelve men--had made a promise: no matter the difficulty, no matter the outcome, they would fight to the death.
