Journal 4

So Conrado began to conceive liberty. Liberty, the Golden Eagle that did not need talons, who resided far into the heavens. The most confident being, who perched itself upon the highest branch of the tallest tree. Why would anyone watch over Liberty, and what man would hunt such an exquisite beast? It sits upon its branch and is unseen to the naked eye. It rests cautiously and alert infinitely, its eyes moving side to side, watching out for its predator's next attack. It began resting there only when it began to be envisioned by mankind. He was sure he would see the bird in all its glory perched on his shoulder soon. He was ecstatic and overwhelmed. Long live Guillermo! He ought not to live his dream of freedom on his own. He cried Liberty to every man, woman, and child of the world, and Guillermo welcomed them. The previous government knew how to deal with a small group of revolutionaries, but they did not know what to do about somebody like him. He'd put an end to oppression as soon as the corrupted business tycoons were exiled. He would never let down his cause. Much of the world told him different, but Conrado knew. If he was not positive, he would know in several hours, for the people had began gathering together from all over the country. Men who never once would have thought of such a cause slipped into the crowd and watched Guillermo. Revolution, that hissing cobra, slithered towards the capital.