Heroes of Versari: Dawn of Man [CHAPTER 2]

"That seed germinated into the branch that started it all, but in an empty field; there was no doubt, no competition, no denying the success that has led us to this zenith in our history."

A mere month from that day, the two men that first talked in a small, almost unknown pub in the centre of Partriek were leading a group of twenty; all of them friends of friends who shared a similar disgruntled, burning ache for the lack, no, the absence of effort in restoring the former glory of the once-shining city. They were walking through every street and pasting posters drawn up by group coordinator Stallen, and approved by group visionary Victor Cromwell. The posters were bright and their logo striking enough to grab any passer-by's attention. They read;

ATTENTION PEOPLE OF PARTRIEK

AT END OF WEEK, VOLUNTEERS
  FOR RADICAL RESTORATION
        MOVEMENT NEEDED

MEET AT COLGENN WAREHOUSE

      ENDERS NOT WELCOME

The last notice was not an unusual sight; there was much anti-ender sentiment since the night of the Savage, with that very phrase being hung up as hangers on doors and painted on signs and windows so as to not let in the minority who had just become all the more alien to the human portion of Partriek. What was interesting, however, was the promise of action; a 'restoration movement' to restore what? The people needed to know, and soon crowds gathered around the posters.
And at the end of the week, Cromwell and his men were waiting in the mostly disused Colgenn warehouse, a place significant in that it was once stocked with goods, goods that were obliterated by the incendiary projectiles of the Savage. Now, its only contents were a few boxes of soap, twenty people in rough white clothing standing on them, a similarly dressed Stallen in front of them and Cromwell next to him, a pitch black coat lined with red stripes draped over him.
"How sure are you that we're going to pull this off?" Stallen asked Cromwell with concern. Cromwell replied by shooting him a stern, intense expression, clear that he knew what he was doing. Then the large warehouse doors groaned open, pouring in a crowd of 50.
"Hey, so where's the meeti-" the woman leading the crowd began to speak before noticing Cromwell and his group standing smartly ahead and above them. The group went to a standstill, with the exception of those who peeked around the mass of people to see the powerful figure. 20 more people then arrived through the doors, reacting similarly. Then Cromwell began to project what he had brewed in his mind for years;
"I've brought you here through the promise of forming a movement, to bring about change in this city, but I first want to remind you all of that dark night 15 years ago. The day the savage came and burned the heart of this city. Everyone's tried their best to forget that day, but has always dwelled about the helplessness, the innocence of the poor, victimised people of Partriek. I want you to remember the fury, the urge to resist, the urge to avenge our losses, because the very fact that we're still alive after this long means that we have the chance to act. We have the resources to re-build and arm ourselves, we have the memories of the Savage to act as our undying motivation, and most of all, we have our numbers!" As if on cue, a hundred more curious people swept into the storehouse, which by this time had become a rally hall. "The division of the ender forces, the rebuilding of the centre and the memorial is not enough, and you know this! The governors of this potentially gleaming city have done nothing to take us out of danger, so we shall do it ourselves! But that will just be the start of our new revolution; every human being across Versari will know of our defiance, our triumph, and will spark a new revolution for a neglected race! Does anyone doubt me?" Not one member of the now 170-strong crowd either left or objected. They silently & unanimously acknowledged the promises and confidence of this new figure that both commanded respect and gave much-needed respect to them. It was at that point where Cromwell knew he had gripped the crowd. "I said; does anyone doubt me?"
"NEVER!" Roared back the crowd. Five people raised their fists as they did.
"Shall you join the Homo Sapiens Movement?" Cromwell raised his fist as he stirred the crowd.
"AYE!" And every one of the crowd raised their fists. The cries of "aye" droned on through the night, catching the attention of many more who lived nearby. A young enderman who had lived there most of his life looked outside to see what was going on, yet the scornful eyes of a human heading to the warehouse forced him back inside. The only thing he knew with certainty was that things were going to be bleak from then on.