NationStates Jolt Archive

A young man, No older than 18 walks out of a lavish white castle, the bright sunlight temporarly blinding him, quickly shaking it off, the man in a pure white robe with his nations royal symbol on its chest, the teenager stands at a podium and takes in a deep breath, looking at the croud below him and then becoming somber.

"Friends, Countrymen. I understand that everyone has been standing here, praying for my father, Zeik Katsura, to return to health. But, Sadly, Our Lord has designated a diffrent path for him, but, I am sad to report that Lord Zeik Adam Katsura...has passed away."

Shortly after hearing his words, members of the crowd began to cry,weep, and pray for their former leader's peaceful rest. The young man continued on, as if his father's death wasnt effecting him

"I am also feeling your sorrows and pains.For this day, Have I not just lost an Hero, but also a Leader, and foremost, a father. But, we must not mourn for his death, but remember how he lead us through the hard and easy times.
For, my breathren, I, Kale Alfred Katsura, shall lead us, the Principality of the Raining Dragon into its new Era."

The crowd below the speaker gasped, hung on every word that their new leader spoke.

" Do not worry friends, We shall try to continue our ideal of pasification. But should the need arise, I will be training a speical defence force to protect our great nation. Also, I shall do my best to improve our relationships with other countries. I thank you for your attention. and in the immortal words of My father, 'De Multi,Unis'!!!!!!!"

Hearing their nations slogan inspired the depressed followers to cry out and cheer their word repeatedly. Kale slowly walked back into the room, the doors shutting behind him, finally letting out his grief in a soft tearful reprive of his fathers life running through his mind as he remembered. His wife, Chelsey rushing over to him to console him durring this rough moment.

It had been 3 days after the death Of Lord Zeik Katsura. A group of the Principality of the Raining Dragoon's famous Dragoon fleet walked the streets in their pure white armor with the symbol of a englsh dragon wrapping around a rose etched in blue on their chests. In lead of them was the family of the former leader, in front of the procession, Kale marched on, the only companion he had was his friend, Atol, His best friend since his birth and a member of the cat-dragon race, on his shoulder. As the group reached the plot in which Lord Katsura was to be laid to rest, the casket was lifted slowly and solemly by the Kings former guardsmen from atop the carridge from which it rode, and laid slowly into the grave. When it reached bottom, Kale looked mornfully into the grave, the city minister's words were unreaching to the soon-to-be leader.

"Father" Kale thought to himself "Why is it that you had to leave us so soon? You still had much to teach me, and yet, I feel as if you knew from the begining how much knowledge you would instill into my mind and my soul. I just pray that even in death, you can still show me the ways of our family and help me remain on the path of peace. I remember when I had to go to war for our country and defend it from invaders. Even now, remembering all of the friends of mine that were slain in that horrid time still scares me."

Kales wife walked over and placed her hand on his shoulder, just knowing that he had someone there to comfort him in this time of darkness made him smile slightly. When Kale turned back around, he saw the minister looking at him and saw him nod softly.

"Dragoons, Salute!" Kale sharply ordered.

All of the soilders that were in the procession raised the tips of their spears high into the air, their bodies standing at attention in silence as the body was coverd with freshly dug earth. Kale could clearly hear the sound of a young baby crying. Hearing this, he and his wife walked over to a phesant, seeing that it was a young mother who had no money and was also a widow. Kale knelt down to her and lookd at the young babe, wrapped in clothing and smiled. "Loud little buggers arent they?"

The young miss blushed and was scared, thinking that maybe the new prince would take her child from her, and then throw her in jail. Kale signaled a guard from the formation over to him and then said "Please take this miss back to the castle, tell the maids to clean her, and her child up, and to feed them both." Then he quickly turned back to her "Dont worry about being arrested or anything, When I get to the castle i'm sure i will have a job for you"

With that, The young prince watched as the phesant girl departed with the knight, as the last of the earth was placed over his father, and a white grave stone with the nations slogan engraved on to it, along with the words

"Here lies Zeik Adam Katsura, He will be missed"

Kale could only help but shed a few tears...