NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: This isn't an rp, but merely a story I'm writing to be posted on NS. You can leve comments if you choose to. I hope you all enjoy!

Chapter 1: Days of Innocence and Youth, Gone....

A cold November wind whipped through the trees of Jonensberg Park. Most of the leaves were gone and the ones that remained began to let go and dance in the brisk wind. The park was nearly empty of any visitors today. The park was a large one as it lay nestled along the banks of the Telska River which divided the capital. There was a walking path that ran parallel with the river, offering a beautiful view of Old Town across the river. Old Town was the oldest part of the capital and a marvelous sight for anyone to see. With numerous historical sites and shoppes. Trees lined the bank above the walking path as benches were placed at certain intervals. A railing lined the end of the area to prevent people from wandering off and into the river. The river ran lazily through the city and was quite wide, various bridges crossed over with a few modern ones as well.

A young man stood next to a bench, looking off to the other side of the city, he always admired the sight. The park was his favorite place to go. There, he read books, relaxed, played soccer with friends, and would frequent the park...with her. As he stood there, gripping a bundle of flowers, a light rain began to patter against the ground. The rain helped to mask the tears slowly beginning to form around the edges of his hazel eyes. His grip on the flowers tightened, almost strangling the life from them as a torrent of emotions raged through his mind. His head hung low, nearly looking at the ground. The light rain became heavier as streams of tears finally broke free and slid down his cheeks and dangled off his chin. At one point, his head turned to the Telska which began to swell and flow faster from the rains. I could end it...I could end the pain. Slowly, he managed to push those thoughts from his mind. Killing himself wouldn't do any good, no wrong would be made right with such actions. Unable to cope with the feelings, his body became numb and distant from his mind. The iron clad grip faltered and the bundle of roses plummeted to the wet ground, landing into a small puddle, rose peddles broke away and dangled in the air, almost suspended before the dropped to the moist ground.

Ahead of him, a beautiful young woman walked slowly away, her medium length dirty blonde hair soaked all the way through, matted on her head as tassels cascaded over her face. Her face...a beautiful round face with a cute nose and soft features with angelic blue eyes that could never scowl or judge or make any harsh glance. Her head hung low, fists clenched in anger, ahtred filling her veins. I have to hate him! I'll never let go unless I do! She kept telling herself. Any part of her that still loved him must be assaulted with rage and anger in order to kill that feeling of warmth and love. She walked away from love, away from a life she once knew. This was the only way, I can never forgive him. The young woman trudged onward, down the walkway and out of the park. Life for the two of them, would never be the same...

I can never forgive him...

The words echoed, stirring her from a daze. She woke to the sounds of ferverous applause and cheers. The University of Jonensberg Hall was filled to the breaking point with people, waving banners and blue flags, a symbol of the party...the only party. Their fists clenched and raised to the air as they shouted slogans such as "For the Greater Good!" and "Down with Socialism!" were amoungst the loudest uttered. Hundreds of impressionable youth packed the auditorium for a huge rally in support for The Party. The Party they chanted for and blindly followed was the National Party, the dominate and only party in Kulikovia. It was founded back in the 1930's by a group of disenchanted military and political leaders who believed that after the Treaty of Versailles, Kulikovia, a newly indepent nation formed from territories from Germany and Russia, wans't given the adequate land and resources to rebuild after the brutal German invasion. They overthrew the weak democratic government and established a Fascist State, modeled after Mussolini and Hitler and Franco. The takeover was easy and maintaining the hold proved equally easy.

The rally continued with speeches made by prominent NP officals from the local office as well as a select group from the National Senate, the sole legislative branch in the country. They spoke with fiery tounges that whipped the crowd into a frenzy of applause as they spoke of unity and denounced Communism as the greatest threat to Kulikovia. Many blindly followed the party, too ignorant to see the truth.
"Leona are you alright?" asked Deitric Laursen, a fellow member of the NP and one of the organizers of the rally. Leona Brauhm snapped out of her daze.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I guess all the cheering became quite overwhelming. The rally is quite a success" she managed to say, clearing her throat.
"Yes, it turned out even better than I had hoped. Look how many people showed up in support!" Laursen said with great enthusiasm. They stood off next to the stage, lights flashed on the podium as Deputy Chairman Polask of the regional party headquarters rabbled on about the great society Kulikovia was living in. Her eyes shifted from person to person in the crowd. They were all young college kids, ambitious, full of youthful vigor, and impressionable. The campus was a buzz with the rally as it unfolded. Hundreds more eagerly waited outside for a chance to get in but were forced to watch on special TV screens in by party members.
"It's amazing" Laursen commented, without turning to Leona.
"What is?" she inquired, perplexed.
"How he captivatesd the crowd with his speech. How his hand motions coeside with his words, so powerful and commanding. In Public Speaking, they give us a taste of that style of speach and it's quite interesting." Laursen began to clap with the rest of the crowd. Leona soon joined in and clapped, clapped till her hands turned red, then she clapped some more. Harder and harder, unrelenting as if trying to take her mind off something else which bothered her greatly.

Afterwards, the rally came to an end with the whole crowd standing tall as Deputy Chairman departed, waving and with a wide ear to ear grin on his face, the face of someone who won a great victory. Leona and the other organizers gathered around backstage with their department chief, the person head of the Junior National Party on campus.
"Great work today, everybody" he looked to everyone present. "Leona, good work on getting the numbers up for turnout. Everyone else did equally well" he congratulated everyone, shaking their hands. Leona felt somewhat distant for a moment, but they mistook it for shock of success and let it slide. She weaved out of the crowd and down the hallway when Deputy Chairman Polask nearly collided with her.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, sir" Leona said very apologetic, backing away. Polask up close was not as greatly inspiring as he usually was on the tv. He looked much older, with more gray hair than brown, stress lines across his face and his frame seemed, aged.
"Nonsense, young lady" he replied, straightening his tie. "You must be Ms.Brauhm. I've heard alot of good things from you via the head of your JNP."
"Really?!" she lite up instantly "Thank you, sir. I try to do my best"
"Your best is quite remarkable. With this whole Socialist movement seaping through the nation like poison, I feared it may have found its' way into our universities and into the bllod streams of our youth." There was stern conviction in his tone almost as if uttering the word "Socialist" caused a great bitterness on his tounge.
"Don't worry, sir. There's no Socialists here at Jonensberg U" she smiled.
"I'm glad to hear that, coming from a young woman such as yourself" he smiled in return. "By the way, I'll remember what you've done for the JNP." he winked and walked away, almost as light as air. Leona nearly fainted. The party recognizes me!

OOC: By the way, this story revolves around several young people in Kulikovia, prior to The Great Revolution when my nation was ruled by a Fascist regime. It chronicles the events leading up to it through the eyes of several young people as they unfold.