The city seemed to be crumbling from the inside out. The economy had been a failing mess in the whole of the country until extremely recently, and was only now beginning to go back on the rise after years of falling value in it’s companies, corporations leaving the country, and the many failed seasons of fishing and a crumbling oil industry after the loss of territory that they were forced to sell to the Central Collective, to the great dismay of the people.
The elections that had taken place two months before had brought about the end of the elections for the official office although many cities still elected their own governors. The extreme right wing party of the Ravens had been elected into power, electing a young captain named Averi Zambelse as their ruler. She had been a popular choice, her father running the Vex Mining Corporation that employed many of the people, and that facts that she had promised a revitalization of education, small businesses, and welfare. The economy had been improving, and the number of soldiers had only increased over the past few months as recruitment programs increased nationwide.
Many cities had been seeing in improvement to the looks of their cities, buildings being repaired and more parks being created. Industry had steadily increased in the country, namely in arms manufacturing and automobile production. Things were looking up for the country, a long awaited turn.
A crowd was gathering in the city square as flags of the new Dralkar government flew in the hair, as if feeling the excitement of the city beneath and around them. Dralkars had always had resentments against the Kingdom of Jalka and the Vesli-Xain Empire, them being resposible for the treaty that had sent the nations economy crashing down after they forced the country to pay for damages done to their country when they had formed an alliance to conqueror territory that had once been Dralkar, and that still had the essence of the country, and had launched an attack beginning the Second War of Niskas, which they had won after eight brutal years of fighting. The crowd knew that they were in the middle of times where history was made…
Averi approached the stairs that would lead her to the podium where the crowd awaited her. Her fair pale features were complemented by her deep green eyes and crimson hair, which was cut to a length that ended at her chin. She was young, but charismatic, intelligent, and compassionate. The people liked her, it was that simple. She wore a feminine suit, and nice looking shoes.
The newly entitled Lady Marshall cleared her throat as he reached the microphone atthe podium, her tall form standing straight. “My people, we are coming to a new place in history. We are on our way to becoming the greatest of all of the nations of Niskas! We are strong, and powerful!”
She paused allowing her words to sink in, as she looked attentively at the large crowd that had gathered. “Our nation has too long been abused and disrespected! Too long used a scapegoat and the laughing stock! We will rise! We will become the people that our ancestors had always spoke of, the unifiers!” The people cheered, and as the live broadcast was watched, national leaders watched in horror. The unifiers were a legend that was meant to someday conqueror the whole of Niskas, and they knew full well what she was saying.
“Everyday we become stronger, everyday is a little more prosperous! We are a great people! We were once the feared knights of the North, and the prosperous Empire of the Dagon, but each of them fell, failing to realize what would make them last, but we will not! We will define what it means to be a great nation! Redefine what it means to be an intelligent country! We have learned our lessons, learned what it means to know pain, knows what it means to become like ash, but we will be like the Phoenix, and the brave men of old! We will rise from the ashes on wings of golden fire! We will rid of our weakness from the pains of old!” the crowd let out a mighty cheer and she waited for them to settle before continuing.
“We will forge a new nation, not warped by corruption and stubbornness! We will turn from our inflation and our loses, and go to bounds no one could have expected! The others, they see us as feral animals! Wild dogs! Barbarians scraping their survival off of the tombstones of our great fathers, but we are so much more!”
“Glory awaits our nation! Prosperity will come, and we will become what the damned Empires have always feared! We will become greater than them! Eclipse them! We will rise! For the Federation! For Dralka!” The people cheered for her as she turned away and entered the car that had brought her there.
Parades had followed the speech, battalions of soldiers marching proudly to the great cheers of their people. It was a festival, the speech had marked the beginning the Week of the Ascendant, the week that had remained part of their culture even after their old faith had been changed to christianity.
Everyone on the continent knew what was coming. Knew what was about to engulf the continent, that no one could hope to stop. A Third War was coming, and no amount of diplomacy could stop it, it was as if someone was setting fire to the kindling of a great bonfire, about to reach a section of gasoline that had been poured on to make sure it burned….