The streets both poor and rich were both laid out in celebration as the time had come for the most important day of the year in Thragon. Tonight was Pegasus Day. For the rich, Pegasus Day was a symbolic day to celebrate the Pegasus Order beliefs. After all, at the centre of Thragon was the Temple of Pegasi. But in the outer poorer districts, they were the sheep of ruling pigs. They didn’t understand the beliefs of the Pegasus Order (nor did they have an option too) but they pledged their life too it. They saw this day as a day of unity and culture, so the streets were filled with market stalls selling remarkable cuisine, creations and culture.

The Duke of Thragon had planned to ride his Pegasus out into the street for such a special occasion. Many people had only seen Pegasi by the temples before, never in real life, due to the price of a Pegasus rising massively decades ago. Some had not even seen a Pegasi before outside of pictures and they looked rather different than portrait. The portraits showed it to be majestic, pretty, elegant and more. The Duke’s, on the other hand, was fat, spoilt, looked like it couldn’t even walk properly, let alone fly.

Truth was, the Duke had never rode the Pegasus before a few weeks ago. He didn’t use it like a horse. He spoilt it. He let it sleep in his bed, until it broke his bed. It was allowed to eat whatever it wanted, and could do whatever it wanted. It had hardly ever left Thragon Manor (the Duke’s home), or even gone outside.

The Duke was very proud he had managed to ride it down the street in a roughly straight line. But that soon ended. Once the Duke had made his way to the poorer districts, the Pegasus smelt the food in the market stalls. The Duke tried to strain it back towards the centre of the street. The Pegasus rocked him off and he fell straight onto the stone roads. The Pegasus slowly wobbled towards the food stalls and started to eat all the food. One of the stall owners tried to push it away. The Pegasus bit their hand. The Pegasus had also been knocking people over whenever it moved. This had been the last straw for the Thragonic people. The Duke’s mistreatment, and ignorance of the people of Thragon was already well known, and the fact he couldn’t even control his Pegasus for Pegasus Day.

Many people started to beat up the Duke, and others headed to Thragon Manor -they felt surprised entering the richer districts as they were remarkbly different - and prettier - than their filthy streets. The guards at the palace weren’t any better than the Duke. They had gotten drunk, and had fallen unconscious. The people easily broke in. They broke or stole all the Duke’s belongings and barricaded all entrances. The Revolution had begun.

The Grand Duchess and King had been travelling round Thragon Palace in their Pegasus carts. However, Trako, the Grand Duchess’s messenger ran through the crowd, huffing and puffing.

“Trako!” Grand Duchess Zarivo called, “What is it?!”

“The people have taken control of Thragon Manor after Duke Welsc fell of his pegasus.”

Zarivo sighed, “That useless idiot. Can’t believe the people voted him in. Right, tell the-“

The King Jareto got out of his cart and shouted, “Send the army!”

“Shut up, and get back in your cart,” yelled the Grand Duchess.

“But-“

“I said shut up and get back in your cart.”

The King grumbled and got back in his cart. He wished he was Grand Duke, not some ceremonial King who was powerless.

Suddenly, the Grand Duchess had an idea. “Trako,” said the Grand Duchess, “tell the army I have order a few hundred troops to deal with the incident at Thragon Manor. I would like to test this new armour we’ve been forging.”