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Rewolucja's Backstory

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ALL WORKS, CHARACTERS ON THIS BLOG ARE FICTITIOUS AND BELONG TO E. HAUSHEER.


DO NOT COPY. 

From those very lands in the depths of tyranny, shone a light. Rewolucja was his name. He had dark caramel blond hair, that was almost light brown from a quick glance and his green eyes held within them deep passion for the name of “liberty.” In an earlier time, he would have been close to Leninsky- for his idealism knew few bounds. However at this point, his place was not with Leninsky. He was of the working class, his family was not earning enough money to be considered “middle class” in this system that was truly void of one, but they were not living on the streets. He was outspoken, and knew few limits. That was the least of his worries, his own life and safety were nothing next to Patria. He also had an underlying genetic heart condition, that he concealed from the world and seemed to blot out of his memory. To realize the depths of Rewolucja’s soul, one must see his past. He was born on May 3rd, to a family in a small town. He was the first born, and a leader by instinct. He was a difficult child, always strong-willed and did not respect authority. He was brought up against the laws that forbid religion. However, the liberal Catholic family taught him the gospel. The Bible was dear to Him, and in Rewolucja’s words he made a commitment to “give his soul to Christ” at age four. He was forever a deep thinker, questioning everything- a trait that carried through to adulthood. He never was able to get close to any peers his age, for his comrades started avoiding him or “moving away” when he revealed to them his new ideas about the world. His parents eventually attempted to keep Rewolucja hidden from the world, for his own safety. This did not work- Rewolucja got his energy from humans, and no matter what he would still manage to make his voice heard. He managed to get his hands on a Polish translation of Prescott’s work “Preserving Liberty” and read it. It was Rewolucja’s manifesto, he started telling others about these ideas and change. Rewolucja was constantly talking about his beliefs and trying to persuade others to fight for them. Like a candle whose light went out, a country whose flame of freedom that went out still has within it a smell and with a small spark the flame could easily start again. Rewolucja was that fire, he was the voice of the future. He would have stood on that table in Avancee Café in South Carolina so many years ago and shouted “nullification!” The government however was on to Rewolucja.

To Arms Citizens!
He wanted to make a difference in the world, but no matter how hard he tried the people were under a spell. He clearly resembles a conversation he had with a comrade in college who replied “Rewolucja, you may always be average your whole life and live a normal life.”  Nothing upset him more, he had to make a difference- not just for himself but for a democracy.

On a bright sunny day, Rewolucja sat at the Café Glos.  Café Glos had wooden floors, the walls were green and the paint was pealing but the glory still showed. Reading the Social Contract, and sipping a vanilla latté Rewolucja flipped through the pages enthusiastically all he could about a free society. On the wooden table was also Prescott’s book and Locke’s Second Treatise. Opening the door was a fellow university student, Opfer was German and was the youngest of five children. He had curly black hair, brown eyes and a tan complexion fitting with his Messianic Jewish background. He was used to compromises with his older siblings, and valued peace over all. His purpose was to heal, to help- although he saw how this dictatorship was threatening to destroy the lives of the very people that he wanted to save. He was not a fighter, he would defend those dear to him though. Rewolucja looked up, recognizing this man from a couple of his classes Rewolucja motioned to him “Citizen, over this way!”
“Citizen?”
“I was reading about the French Revolution, and have been immersing myself fully in its culture.”
“Isn’t such talk dangerous?”
“Sometimes danger is necessary to make society work better, don’t you agree?”
“Well, I suppose so.” Opfer cared, but hesitated

“religious freedom is one of the dearest principles known to man, and since we are here in a university it is time for us to explore new ideas and new philosophies contrary to what we are doing now.”
“my people have indeed been persecuted many times for their religion.”
“your people? who are they?” Rewolucja, forever the extrovert was seemingly unaware of being intrusive.
“well, you see I’m a Messianic Jew. But they don’t seem to care, the heritage is all that matters and…”
“I see” Rewolucja interrupted “your people have suffered the worst atrocities in history.”
“that we did.” 

Standing on a street corner on a dreary cold day, Rewolucja was going to be heard “Citizens! Citizens! Must Poland continue to live under this tyranny? our rights have been taken- trampled by an oppressive and over reaching regime! to arms! let us not live in peace and have our rights robbed, we shall fight till we are cold in the grave.” Handing out pamphlets with Rewolucja was his new found friend Opfer.

“Citizen Rewolucja, are you ever afraid?”
“afraid? of what?”
“what may happen, I’m not afraid of death per se. But I’m worried about my family, my parents, do you really think this is the right route for our revolution to take?”
Rewolucja looked into his friend’s eyes “and if we do not speak- who will?  There are extraordinary circumstances out there- and this is one of them.”
“Rewolucja, you are my dearest friend- even if our countries have been historically enemies. Thank you for leading us, I never would have been brave enough to do this.”
Pareiga Café, down the road from Glos Café was a dark grey and old building. It was plain on the outside, as it was in the inside. Its coffee was always made according to time honored recipes- no experimentation aloud. A young man with dark red hair and blue eyes sat at a metal table. This man was named Rascumparati- he was a Romanian and chief of the secret police. Rascumparati picked up his ringing cell phone to read a text from the government informant “Attention: Insurrection around the corner from you. Gdansk, Poland. Follow the crowd. – President Furrov.” Rascumparati sighed, he drew a deep breath and casted down his eyes to the black and white floor.  live obediently, do what you are told. Since when has this given me pleasure? But I must do this, after all I was chosen by the government and must carry out their will. My mom always told me obedience makes one happy, and all joy is found through that. But here I’am and well, of I go to do my duty. Rascumparati trudged into his vehicle and summoned the rest of the Secret Police stationed in Gdansk “we have a situation on our hands, report to the corner of Spanie and Budzac Streets now.”  As Rascumparati arrived, his heart sunk in his chest I cannot give an order to kill this young revolutionary, he is so young so full of life. I’ve got it! “Men! Take this instigator to exile! That shall straighten him up!”  Rascumparati ordered as Rewolucja was seized. Rewolucja at this moment felt winded and an odd feeling in his chest. Rewolucja’s emerald eyes met with Rascumparati’s. Rewolucja’s eyes widened, his skin grew sweaty, his breath grew short- Siberia. There were rumors about this place and many people who have perished in the clutches of the winter and sadistic guards. Rasumparati’s heart sunk slightly Of course, Siberian exile is a death sentence but I cannot bare my sword to kill with my own hands.   

A Winter Wind

Rewolucja disappeared to his place of exile Siberia, this was sure to discourage anybody else from rising up. Siberia was thought to be the ideal place to keep people of Rewolucja’s kind- far away from humanity and with his departure the people’s hopes and wishes would be discouraged. Siberia could not hold Rewolucja back. While in the damp Siberian prison cell with thousands of his comrades coughing blood into their sleeves, Rewolucja decided he had to escape. One night his escape route was planned and Rewolucja ran for it.  Rewolucja decided the best route of the revolution to go to the United States, and plan the revolution from afar. Meanwhile in Poland, the people lost hope for the survival of Rewolucja, his parents received no information but it was largely assumed he died as soon as the government revealed Rewolucja’s place of exile was Siberia.
Rewolucja’s journey was long, and turbulent. Bleak snow covered drifts across a frozen landscape as dark and forbidding as the future that the government hoped awaited Rewolucja. There was also beauty in this land, just like something intended for wrong may actually be a beautiful step in the future.  Opfer trudged through the snow  with him, before they knew it guards were chasing them “Rewolucja, get out of here!” Opfer slipped on ice, as his body fell to the ground Rewolucja ran to help “Rewolucja, leave at once!”
“No comrade! You most follow me, to freedom! the revolution needs you!.”
Opfer coughed blood into his frozen hand “you are the leader of the revolution. You must go on.” 

“Please! stay with me!” a gunshot was fired, Rewolucja jolted “Wait!” Opfer was hit in the chest. “Opfer!” Rewolucja managed to scream, clutching his friend’s hand Rewolucja looked up to see the guards jeering. “Well, what will become of your little rebellion now?” one of them kicked Rewolucja in the side “the people will rise I know it.”
“are you cold ?” one of the men had a pot of boiling water and dumped it on Rewolucja , Rewolucja winched- for a man with a high pain threshold even he felt a sting. Laughing, the guards continued to taunt him until they were bored and left/ From hopping train cars on the Trans-Siberian Railroad, to disguising himself as a Party Official as he boarded a boat in the Black Sea.

The cement apartment building loomed down upon the city. On the 6^th floor, Zakon looked down
“Capt. Rascumparati, have you heard the news?”
Rascumparati turned from the laptop he was working on “Capt. Zakon, I’m afraid I have not.”
“That agitator Pole, Rewolucja escaped from exile.”
“The one we arrested for leading an insurrection in Gdansk?”
“That is the one. He is a man of charisma and talent fully capable of leading the people into revolution. We have to stop him before he rallies the masses.”
“What exactly do you have in mind to stop such a dangerous man?”
“For the sake of our system, we must set up documents painting him to be one of us. I know it sounds complicated, but if the people believe he is one of us they won’t believe him.”
Rascumparati’s eyes widened “This is a very clever plan, are you sure it will work?”
“For the sake of the czar- it will.”
Rascumparati departed from the office and walked down to his apartment, he opened the new article by Zakon;

Polish Riot Leader, Rewolucja Kosciuszko Walesa is a Monarchist Informer: New Data Revealed

Rascumparati bit his lip Its all for the security of the empire. We cannot fall now. Why does this feel so strange? he closed his eyes and drifted to sleep

Nothing Holds Back the Revolutionary

Rewolucja was America bound and nothing could stop him. After many months he finally arrived in America. From the small sea port in New Jersey, Rewolucja realized this town was not the capital of the United States. In New Jersey, Rewolucja drudged for weeks in the swampy country just to find a train bound for Washington, DC. Boarding the train, the crowds were too thick for Rewolucja to find a seat so he stood and opened his book.

 Rewolucja finally arrived in Washington. Smelly and tattered, Rewolucja did not notice. He had one goal and that was to speak to the president.
Entering the doors of the White House, Rewolucja appeared underdressed- a torn brown jacket, boots lined with fur, and a black Polish worker’s cap. “I request to see his honor the president” Rewolucja was escorted in with a snicker. Prescott however, did not seem amused “Please do enter” Rewolucja was not a timid man. Even with broken English, he was sure to get his message across.
“Mr. President. I’m not man of power. I’m a Polish citizen who only wants the best for Patria. I read your book- and tried to give a spark of revolution to my own country. I wish these ideas came clearer. I know Polish, Russian and French. However little English. I need help, for the revolution. For Poland.”  Rewolucja stated this in his nasal Polish accent.
Prescott eyed the brave young man “that is something only the Polish people can do.”
“they are scared”
“I will let you plan the Revolution within American boarders for your own safety, when the time is right- return to Poland.”
Rewolucja’s face had a grin creep across it “thank you!”

“Wait, I have somebody you should meet.” Prescott summoned another young man over.
“Lech!” Rewolucja exclaimed up seeing his cousin “How did you?”
Lech smiled “I was able to dodge the guards- what happened to you?” Lech’s smile then turned into a scowl “and why are you wearing Monarchist propaganda?” pointing to Rewolucja’s pin
Rewolucja lowered his head “I was sent to the gulags, in order to escape I disguised and pretended to be a monarchist official.”

  Upon exiting and being granted sanctuary in the Polish Embassy, it was there he met a fellow revolutionary. She had long curly blond hair, and sapphire eyes. She was hopeful, and had a strong voice. Marianne was her name..
“Citoyen?” she turned around assuming Rewolucja to be French, something about his face perhaps.

“I’m a Pole.” Rewolucja replied, he felt something funny about this woman, but did not know how to describe it- whatever it was Rewolucja felt he could trust her.

“You are the one I’ve been warned about. The” she smirked “rabble-rouser from Gdansk I presume?”
“are you a friend of the revol..” Rewolucja paused, his bluntness was coming to the forefront again, although he strongly felt he could trust this woman a man could never be too certain.

Marianne

“Why else would I be here. I’m from France, but had to be here to greet the ‘rabble rouser from Gdansk that Lech informed be about’” Marianne said “We are safe here, this is where most of us are taking shelter. How do I know I should trust you?”
Rewolucja looked down, pulling out of his pocket a wanted poster with his face on the front “I led an insurrection up in Gdansk as you know. I also was arrested and sent to Siberia.”  extending his hand Rewolucja also revealed the Poland-shaped scar he received from boiling water that was dumped on him in Siberia “and I was also tortured after trying to escape.”
Marianne took from her bag a copy of “Preserving Liberty” “and I’m a devout follower of President Prescott.”
“Then we agree?”
“There is work to be done.”
Marianne did not know what it was about this man, but she could trust him. The two met in the upper room of the embassy and began to plan.

Rewolucja returned to what was supposed to be his room for the night. It was on the fourth floor, and housed a small end table and a bed. Rewolucja plopped down on the bouncy mattress and felt a funny pain in his chest “Not again, I thought I left this in Siberia.” Biting his tongue Rewolucja ignored the pain and started to write “Solidarity! Citizens of Europe, it is time to fight.” Rewolucja smiled, forgetting his anguish. Rewolucja had a high pain tolerance, if he forgot about his pain he would not feel it. There was no way this revolution could go wrong, as soon as the people awoke- peace would be granted.

Rewolucja’s hopeful smile widened across his face “This oppression you are facing is no greater than any historical oppression you have faced in the past. Citizens! Now is not the time to cower and hide. Now is the time to fight back! Make yourself heard, the only person keeping things this way is you. As soon as we all unite and join arms in solidarity against the dark oppressors- the light shall be shown! To arms! to arms! to arms!”

Can People Change?

Rewolucja pulled his head up at 9PM to answer a knock on the door. Two men were standing at the other end, one with dark red hair, and the other was Jacques Libere, the French diplomat. “Citizen Rewolucja, I do not believe we have met. I’m M. Libere the ambassador from France. I to am a friend of liberty, and this with me is Capt. Rascumparati” Rewolucja looked in disgust “the secret police chief?”  Rascumparati looked down “No longer, I’ve been redeemed. I have changed my ways and saw the harm I was doing to the people.”  Rewolucja frowned “how can I be sure? are you a friend of the people?” Rascumparati took a book from his bag and handed it to Rewolucja “this is a documentation of all I’ve seen in my years as the police chief. I have had an experience which told me of the errors of my ways and am a changed man.” Rewolucja took the book “Thank you” as both gentlemen departed for the night. Flipping through the pages, Rewolucja saw a story of a young man who was caught up in the belief that perfection was within his reach, believed fully in the power of a government centralized into one person. Leninsky’s theory of benevolent monarchs had caused more harm than good; this was the theory Rewolucja wanted to see destroyed. Three years of his life were wasted in a Siberian prison after he spoke against the evils of the monarchist system, Siberia was not going to hold Rewolucja back though. Once he had a goal, he would put all of his energy into his goal. This was Rewolucja, and nothing was going to tell him to stop.

Rewolucja closed the book, “this man may be correct, but I can’t rely on emotions. I must fully analyze this evidence against the rest.” After an online search through the databases, Rewolucja did discover Rascumparati had indeed been a defector and was seeking refuge in the United States.
“Citizen Rewolucja, I do not believe we have met. I’m M. Libere the ambassador from France. I to am a friend of liberty, and this with me is Capt. Rascumparati” Rewolucja looked in disgust “the secret police chief?”  Rascumparati looked down “No longer, I’ve been redeemed. I have changed my ways and saw the harm I was doing to the people.”  Rewolucja frowned “how can I be sure? are you a friend of the people?” Rascumparati took a book from his bag and handed it to Rewolucja “this is a documentation of all I’ve seen in my years as the police chief. I have had an experience which told me of the errors of my ways and am a changed man.”
“I always had quite a strong will, got me in trouble many times. As you may have heard, I was a Siberian exile.” Rewolucja swallowed a lump in his threat, besides the physical abuse he endured- he also endured psychological abuse. Closing his eyes, Rewolucja drew a deep breath. Screams, the images of men freezing to death and their corpses plopped against the walls as wall insulation until the summer came and they started to rot returned to his mind. Constantly being mocked by the guards and being told his changes will never work. The worst thing somebody told him in Siberia was “you may live a perfectly normal life!” nothing scared Rewolucja more, he wanted to create an impact on the world.
Rascumparati felt compassion towards the young man at his door, “you then felt the brunt of the tyranny?”
“before I was exiled to Siberia I knew the brunt of the tyranny. I thought all humans were constantly striving towards liberty and equality, that’s the end goal of all. I know it was, is and will always be for me.”
“sadly, some humans just want to survive. We can’t all be you.”

Iron Lady, Opposition Leader and Broken Hearts

London, England, United Kingdom
Laughing, giddiness filled the air. Boris Nimtsof- the young leader of the Russian opposition swirled around the iron lady Margaret Waverly, the opposition leader from England. Margaret’s hazel eyes met with Boris’ brown ones “Follow me!” she dashed into the café, her red curls bouncing. Boris followed after her.  “See this picture?” Margaret reached her arm around Boris “this is Thomas Davenport. Handsome, tall, and my new boyfriend. Together we shall help we shall reclaim Europe for the Republic. Don’t you agree?”
Boris cased a glance towards the ground “Margaret, I” he gulped “am happy for you but…” stammering Boris swallowed.  “You what?”
Boris shook his head “you don’t want me?”
Margaret rolled her eyes “Boris, I never thought of you in that way. Sorry but I can’t be seen with you much longer unless we are discussing official opposition business. You understand?”
Boris nodded “I do understand citizen. Best of wishes.”
“I best be going, Thomas wants to see me. Good bye Boris!” Margaret dashed off, her pink skirt and giddy smile in contrast to Boris’ black zip-up sweater and downcasted face and began to write on a napkin Of course I understand. I’ve always been rejected. Too radical to continue university, never had any real friends growing up… lets see… what else is there to add to my miserable list of rejections? Oh yeah, never was actually able to get a job. And now the girl I have. Oh, shut up Boris. Nobody wants to hear your selfpity. Its just that… where can I say these feelings built up inside me? I’m the opposition leader in Russia, any moment of ranting or weakness on my part… ugh! he wrinkled the napkin and tossed it into the flaming fireplace. all better Boris sat back down and continued his latte, opening his laptop he saw a new email- from the President of the United States.

Mr. Nimtsof:
I cannot disclose much here, but I beg you to come to America. There is an important man here for you to meet.

President Prescott.

Nimtsof closed the email “perhaps this shall be my distraction and get me involved in the cause again.”

Solidarnosc We Stand

“Rewolucja? I assume” Nimtsof entered the room, his brown eyes penetrated the area.
Rewolucja jerked, startled by the Russian accent reminding him of his exile. This voice however was very distinctive, like nobody he heard in exile.
“Who are you?” Rewolucja turned
“Boris Nimtsof. I’m sorry for startling you, I’m an opponent of Ferov and have been doing research into his corruption. I’m also a politician and”
Rewolucja turned “Solidarnosc?”
Nimtsof nodded “’Solidarity’ is indeed the name of my party and”
Rewolucja arose, walking slowly he shook Nimtsof’s hand “sit down my friend. Cutting straight to the point, I have been reading your research.”
Nimtsof sat, his brown eyes met with Rewolucja’s “Ferov is more dangerous than any of us imagined. He runs a machine of propheganda blinding most of the citizens.”
Rewolucja leaned back in his chair “yet the people will see through this propaganda as soon as we show them the truth.”
Nimtsof shook his head “it will be hard and take a lot of work.”
Rewolucja leaned forward “and when the torch of revolution is lit there will be no stopping it. Liberty! Equality! Solidarity! this day shall come.”
Nimtsof  placed another research report on Rewolucja’s table

Rewolucja accepted “Changing the subject, what shall we do with the instigators when this mess is done?”
Nimtsof shook his head “we would have to execute them, all of them. They are too brain washed to reform.  Leave no Communist remaining.”
Rewolucja looked down and swallowed “in doing that we would be guilty of the tyranny we are fighting against.”
Nimtsof lowered his head “Rewolucja, the tyranny Russia is faced with is unbelievable. It is a system Rewolucja. A system.”

Rewolucja took a sip of tea “after the revolution, there shall be no more killings and all humans shall live in happiness and face the world in solidarity together.”
Nimtsof grabbed his mug “I hope so Rewolucja, I hope so. For Solidarnosc!”

Distractions of Life

The following day Rewolucja met with Marianne, Rewolucja was wearing a dark brown sweater, which had patterns of skinny white horizontal stripes, small red spots, and green and blue stripes. It all blurred together on the brown sweater and was almost reminiscent of a republic- all types of people coming together but making the general image of the republic look beautiful.  Rewolucja paused for a second at her, golden blond hair that was streaked with red. Sparkling blue eyes revealing the heart that loved the republic as much as he did. Her voice was soothing and soft as a contrast to Rewolucja’s distinctive and loud voice that by itself could tear down walls. Rewolucja snapped out of it what on earth is wrong with me? this weird feeling, I have no idea. I believe I’m going insane. Rewolucja paused “I have a question, for you.”
“Yes?”
“well, its kind of awkward to word it- do you have a significant other in your life?”
Marianne laughed “Rewolucja, isn’t that a little too private?”
“Oh” Rewolucja felt his heart sink slightly “I was just wondering”

Rewolucja paused how foolish can I get? besides my sole purpose in life probably is the revolution and democracy anyway.

Marianne pointed to the map “once the insurrection starts in Warsaw, other surrounding European countries will be compelled to start their own. The only problem is- what about the secret police, they are everywhere?”
Rewolucja pulled out Rascumparati’s book “the chief of the secret police resigned, he was disgusted with the system. We must act at this time as the secret police are disoriented, if we wait they will find a new leader and get their act together.”
Rewolucja closed his eyes, he felt that feeling in his chest again. “Are you alright?” Marianne was worried. “Yes, of course. Please…” Rewolucja closed his eyes again, not even with his high tolerance level could this pain be tolerated, a blackness overtook him.

Rewolucja awoke to find himself in the Emergency Room, “why am I here?”
“you blacked out” Marianne replied stroking Rewolucja’s wet light brown hair
“I don’t want to be here” Rewolucja squirmed “get me out!”  however he felt that strange tenderness again, something about Marianne- it couldn’t possibly be love, or could it?
“well, you will still here”
“Please, it’s a silly condition I only noticed during my Siberian exile days”
the doctor came in, and Marianne left to give Rewolucja some privacy.
“Mr.. I’m afraid I did not get a name”
“If it would be alright, I’d be alright going without a name.”
“I need your name for documentation purposes”
“Rewolucja”
“alright, Mr. Rewolucja. I’m afraid we must run some more tests on you.”
“Tests?” Rewolucja’s eyes widened “its nothing serious I’m sure” his skin felt clammy as he swallowed a lump in his throat
“We need to interject this bubble under your skin, to test for tuberculosis”
“I consent” Rewolucja offered his arm, and turned away as the bubble was inserted under his white flesh.

“We have also traced your blackout to your heart.”
Rewolucja looked down “my heart?”
“it appears you may have Arrhythmias. Your heart rhythm is out of balance, when you feel overcome it is best to relax yourself physically and mentally.”
“why the tuberculosis test?”
“something sounded funny in your chest when we listened to your lungs”
“I see.”

Rewolucja returned to the embassy to plan for the revolution, drawing maps and making lists of contacts in European nations that he trusted to be allies. On his arm the Tuberculosis bubble was starting to expand, however Rewolucja did not notice.
The following morning, Rewolucja was back at the hospital for his tuberculosis test to be read. “I’m afraid to inform you sir, your test read positive”
Rewolucja’s eyes widened “positive?”
“the only way to be sure is to give you a scan.”
“Let it be done.”  Rewolucja’s lips closed into a straight line
The scan revealed Rewolucja to have a dormant drug-resistant case of pulmonary tuberculosis. I know where I got it. In Siberia, my comrades were coughing and dying by the day. That must have been where I contracted this illness. Rewolucja lowered his head- if this was the price he must pay for revolution so be it.
President Prescott sat down with Rewolucja “So what exactly is the thing you have been planning?”
“Well” Rewolucja hesitated “as ruler of the free world I feel you of all people should know. We are hoping to spark off a revolutionary wave- in which all of the people wake up and reclaim their rights and liberties. I have deep faith in the people that they will rise as soon as some people lead the way. After all humans are motivated by one thing, the welfare of their country.”

Rewolucja bit his lip, any day now this revolution will come into reality. Do the people think the same way I do? are they all as concerned with their liberty? is it true most of the masses just want to get by and survive? How is it possible for any human to just want to go through life without any scars? how is it possible for any human not to see what a valuable and precious gift liberty is? how could they not want to fight for it with all they have in them? how could the people not be obsessed with liberty and give their safety, health and their all for it? Is it not a sin to hear the cries of the oppressed and not fight for them? how could the people just stand still? I hope this revolution will prevail! Rewolucja paused pondering these ideas, the people he held in such high esteem- surely they must not let him down. Surely, the people will rise just as he expected.
Prescott smiled “I thank you, but I’m not the ruler of the free world”
“you are president of the United States, the entire world looks to you and what you will do.” Prescott laughed, “but it is up to the world to stand up.”
“we are scared, but I have a feeling we won’t be any longer.”
“you have been through a lot Rewolucja, I always wondered something. Do you have a family?”
“I do, parents and six siblings. I have not seen them since my exile. In a way my family is the free world also, and my country.”
President Prescott longed to know this young man more, because he saw Rewolucja as a friend and worried at times about his well-being “do you have a girl? I remember when I first met Olivia the happiness I felt that I was fighting for her.”
Rewolucja cast his eyes down “my sole object of devotion will forever be the republic. I had a girl that I loved, and thought she loved me in return- however it went unrequited.”
“I see, well you are in a sense fighting for her also- as well as the rest of the world.”
“I suppose I’am, but liberty is the most important to me at this time.”

Rewolucja’s Slump

“Rewolucja!” Nimtsof frowned, walking to the piano he hammered out notes to Poland’s National Anthem, singing his word words however;

“Rewolucja has not perished yet as long as we’re debating.

What Siberia has taken from his senses we shall take back with this music!
March on Rewolucja! From America to Russia! Under your command we shall regain the world’s freedom!”

Rewolucja snapped out of his trance “I apologize, I…”

Nimtsof shook his head “do not pay attention to that white stuff, spring is coming after all.”

“It is not me who shall regain our freedom, but the people, the populace. I’m merely a tool.”

Diverse as the Citizens

Later that night Rewolucja arrived at the French embassy to talk with Libere.
“Rewolucja, welcome” Rewolucja entered “Citoyan, I have come to show you my writings for a better economic plan for Europe.”
Libere took the paper “My, such wonderful well thought out plans! One thing though, are you sure laissez-faire economics in the purest sense is actually possible?”
“It is!” inserted Rewolucja “after all, once the people toss off the chains of oppression they have now. Once that happens, humans are rational beings governed by reason and will of course run the economy in the way that benefits the market.”
“where have you learned these ideas?”
“I’m going to confess, I wish I knew more. In Poland we were not allowed to read- and yes, I still call it Poland although its partitioned. However, I managed to get my hands on Defending Freedom, Locke’s Second Treatise on Government and the Bible. That is all, I wish I could read more but I do believe the free-market to be the best solution to the problems we face today.”
Libere looked down, Rewolucja’s arguments were strong although he disagreed, it was a shame that he was not allowed to access many books back in Poland.  Walking to his shelf Libere took a large leather bound book on political dissertations and handed it to Rewolucja. Rewolucja let out a grin that brightened his face like a sunrise brightens a landscape “Citoyan?”
“its for you, a collection of all political authors Locke, Montisqueau, Rousseau, Marx and many more”
“But I…. thank you Citoyan!”`

Dancing on the Eve of the Storm

That following day was a monumental occasion in which all foreign ambassadors and US officials were invited to. President Prescott, in an effort to secretly raise money for the revolutions had orcastrated a ball.  Olivia was there, in a long royal blue gown that swept to the ground, her chestnut hair was in trindles down to her waist and her “chocolate truffled” eyes as Prescott referred to them as seemed to have a sparkle in and of itself.
Jacques Libere was there, as joly as ever with his plump build and brown mustache as he was laughing in the background with American officials.
Rascumparati was there, he looked around the room with a confused face “well Jacques, I never took it upon myself to learn to dance.”
“It is not too late now!”
“I think I’ll pass, and leave the dancing to the experts.”
Jesus, Joy of Man’s Desiring was playing in the background by the orcastra, Rewolucja saw her- Marianne! Her golden hair was braided back into an elaborate design on her head. She was wearing something that looked like a green traditional folk outfit, but seemed to have an elegance that nobody else could capture. Rewolucja glided towards her, her blue eyes were sparkling and laughing as she took the hand of a young ambassador by the name of Justicija. Marianne smiled as Justicija’s grey eyes met her blue ones. Laughing Marianne was twisted under his arms, Rewolucja casted a downward glance. I’m happy for you Marianne. Very happy, but I think I may like you a little more than a friend. I probably should have seen this coming, my whole life has been rejections. Wait! Rewolucja, stop it! stop the self pity and enjoy yourself.   Rewolucja backed away and continued to enjoy the music. Rewolucja sat thinking and Opfer wondered into his mind old friend, I know I will see you in heaven some day. Boy, do I miss you! I wish I could just talk right now, about the revolution, about this ball, about my life. Are you really dead? I understand you are in a better place now than Siberia, I miss you though.
The following day, Rewolucja walked back to the embassy to meet up with Marianne, “have we decided on the date?”
Marianne looked at him “April 22^nd, Leninsky’s birthday”
Rewolucja looked into her eyes “Irony.” 
“I know.” she smiled back, but it quickly turned serious
“In the future men and women would not be afraid of expressing their beliefs, they will preach freely and worship the way they want. The dance of history must continue, and in it we shall have our steps match the beat of our creator.” Rewolucja's lips ceased to move, taking Marianne by the hand he swung her under his arm.
Marianne smirked “very clever Rewolucja”
Rewolucja offered his hand “my lady?”
Marianne felt a tinge uneasy, but how was a dance possibly romantic? after all Rewolucja was a friend she felt, grabbing his hand “yes” Rewolucja proceeded to give her a spin, dashing around the room till they both were out of breath Rewolucja turned and coughed, a deep, hollow, ominous cough.  Marianne looked concerned “are you alright?”
“yes, I’am.” Rewolucja sighed, a deep sorrow pervaded his eyes as he reflected, his dear comrade Marianne should be aware of at least his tuberculosis as it was contagious. “Marianne, there is something I should tell you. Privately, please do not let anybody know.” Rewolucja looked down and muttered “I’m a Consumptive. I have tuberculosis, and in addition my heart rhythm is off. Do not concern yourself with me though, the revolution is all we must be working for- I do believe the revolution is what shall bring liberty to the world.” Marianne was speechless, looking at Rewolucja she noticed the naturally slender man was beginning to waste away.  “Marianne, I see in you a woman of strength and determination. Will you?”
Marianne’s hands were beginning to sweat, her eyes widened Dear Rewolucja, how do I not offend him? I value him more than anything, but as a brother. I cannot see him in the romantic light. Besides? what sort of romance does Rewolucja offer? he is so wrapped up in the cause, it probably would be in his best interest to be soley devoted to Patria? he does not seem to be the type who would be interested in much other than the republic. I do value him, but I just cannot see us together.
“Rewolucja, I…” she hesitated “I to be honest cannot see you anymore than a brother. I think I have my eyes on somebody else, besides aren’t you trying to devote all your energy to the revolution.”
Rewolucja’s heart stung “why, yes of course. My apologies.” Rewolucja felt confused Well, I suppose I’am too caught up in my cause for people to see me as anything else.. I can’t stop now, for Patria.

Rewolucja felt a twinge of uneasiness up his spine, he was always a rational man and knew that the best thing for him personally would be isolation because of his tuberculosis. But the revolution was Rewolucja’s creation, he wanted to be there personally to oversee the whole thing to make sure it unfolded as planned, he could not trust anybody to do it for him “I shall still lead the revolution, it is my duty from God.”
“You believe in God?”
“I do, I was brought up a Roman Catholic, well, a liberal one, I believe Jesus to be the Son of God, repenting of your sins to him grants salvation.” Rewolucja said with confidence.
“I was brought up an Evangelical Protestant, and agree with you on that point. Perhaps there is hope for unity of faiths in defying the enemy of absolute monarchy.” Marianne replied.  “God speed, Rewolucja.” She shouted as he was departing out the door. “God speed Marianne!” Rewolucja had trouble falling to sleep that night, plagued by intense night sweats and severe coughing fits that produced much blood, Rewolucja sat up frustrated. He turned to his battle plans and overlooked them one more time “All we need is for the people to rise, I have faith we will be heard.” Rewolucja then drifted off to his rest.

 Safety or Liberty

Nimtsof pounded his fist to the table “Rewolucja, I care nothing for my own safety. After all, what can Ferov do to me?”
Looking down Rewolucja muttered “kill you.”
Nimtsof sighed “Rewolucja, if I give my life for this- it would be an honor. Ferov is a tyrant and lets just say it as it is.”
“You are our voice inside Russia, the only one we have got. You may have a rather interesting lifestyle but nonetheless, I must acknowledge you do have honor and decency.”
Nimtsof glared “Rewolucja, I’am not a fragile toy that you have to keep hidden from the world for the right moment. I have my research done on the illegal annexation of Ukraine and..”
Rewolucja slammed his fist “Well, I’m not too certain I can actually respect your own judgement” gulping Rewolucja frowned great, got too outspoken again

“what do you mean?”
“well, that girl I saw you with- she was not your wife!.”
Nimtsof shook his head “Rewolucja, we all have sinned. What about that time you…Anyway Rewolucja, if you have been rejected as many times as I have you would understand. It was not just in romantic relationships, I was rejected from most of the jobs I’ve applied to, had few friends and was supposed to be (name needed)’s successor but oh no! It was guess who… hmm”
Rewolucja jerked up “Stop. Just stop.”

Nimtsof stormed out slamming the door.
Rewolucja looked up to the quote written on the wall “In Solidarity we shall prevail! Division destroys, Solidarity prevails.” Falling to the ground Rewolucja buried his face in his hands “Oh mouth, why must you be so blunt?” lifting a hand Rewolucja looked down “Nimtsof. I must mend this.”
Arising Rewolucja walked straight to Nimtsof’s apartment

“Nimtsof”
“Leave at once Rewolucja.” the voice from behind the door snapped.
“Nimtsof, I must come in. I’m sorry. I spoke too quickly, I judged you and I should not be dividing our ranks when we must unite. In solidarity”
Nimtsof opened the door “I suppose. Solidarity.”

“Nimtsof, why?” Rewolucja swallowed I need to be less judgemential if this revolution is ever to succeed.

Nimtsof casted a glance down to the floor, breathing in strongly he then looked up towards the ceiling “I was in love once, she was charming and always talked to me. She always told me that she loved me, and would listen to my political rambles. I loved her, and it was more than a crush- we were friends for 4 years, than she got a boyfriend and left me alone. This is one of the reasons I do not value relations as permenant, because I had those permenant feelings once and it turned to nothing.”

“Rewolucja, you are a nothing. Let me take control of this. Who are you other than an uneducated Siberiak!” Lech snapped

“Rewolucja! I demand at once you with draw your accusation against my wife!” Lech snapped

Rewolucja shook his head “I only said as I saw. She seemed to be, how shall I put it? A bit crazy.”
“You should know better. He has been through a lot and yes, he may have mood swings but it is not up for you to call him crazy.”
“I spoke too harshly, I know.”
Lech stormed out of the room. Zakon stood at the other side of the hallway “Lech, come here for a second.”
Lech frowned “what do you want?”
“I hear you are having trouble with Rewolucja as well. I believe for the cause of Democracy to prevail it is best that we point out Rewolucja for who he truly is.”
“and that is?”
“A monarchist infilterator.”
Lech laughed “you can’t be serious?”
“I’am, look here at these files.”
Lech’s eyes widened “if this is indeed true.. then Rewolucja, my own cousin is a lier. We must reveal this to the people!”
Lech flipped through the pages “This does look real, and this explains why Rewolucja was wearing the monarchist pin!”

            The Revolution’s Day of Justice

The streets were vibrant with a new life. The Enlightenment finally reached the land, the presses were running with new ideas- the rights of the people, liberty, equality, the people having a voice in their government! Rewolucja steered out the window to the people on the streets, all ages, all nationalities, all religions- joined together under one purpose; freedom of religion.

A shiver ran up Rewolucja’s spine “will the government crush us?” No way, after all a world-wide revolution was on the verge of happening. Rewolucja sat back in his comfy blue chair, he had known failure his own life- but no way this could fail, this was too monumental, too important to the will of the people to possibly fail.

The door creaked slowly open, Rewolucja turned his blond head; President Prescott of the United States was there right in Rewolucja’s doorway. Rewolucja stood at attention “Mr. President,” Prescott stepped forward and placed a hand on Rewolucja’s shoulder “Thank you for alerting us here to this danger, absolute monarchy is a force that must be stopped.”
“I’m worried though” Rewolucja confessed “if this rebellion fails- the United States may very well be partitioned by the growing absolute monarchies in Europe. Maybe I wasn’t the right person for this, I have been rejected from everything in my life. Lets see- where shall I begin? My dream college, instead I went to a large national university, my first rebellion was rejected, my friends growing up rejected me, and the girl of my dreams did also!”
Prescott sat on the brown couch in Rewolucja’s apartment “I have often wondered myself that, but Rewolucja- it is in God’s hands.”
“God’s hands? I do believe in God, but are you serious that he interferes in our affairs? I believe in Jesus’ blood as the way to salvation- but it is our human job to create a better society!”
Prescott looked down “I’m not much a philosopher, but I noticed philosophical truths are always helpful to discuss with others.”
“true that” Rewolucja looked away “and this is the last place on earth were we as humans can actually express opinions and beliefs. In any other country at this point we would be thrown in jail or executed.”
Prescott arose “Rewolucja, this is going to work- you must believe it!”
Rewolucja smiled “I hope so.”
All my dreams and hopes, what shall they come to? pondered Rewolucja I believe in the goodness of natural rights and how the people will instantly rise to protect them. They shall! This shall happen! the revolution I’ve been working for my entire life, I have witnessed the whole world fall under the dark veil of tyranny. I have faith in the people- I do! Rewolucja smiled and opened the political theory anthology that was lying on his desk “in any other country I would not be able to touch this book” Rewolucja held the fat book to his heart “and I shall fight for your natural rights Rousseau!” Rewolucja cracked the book open “The Social Contract” closing his eyes Rewolucja began to imagine tomorrow- the day of the revolution. Eventually Rewolucja tried to drift off to sleep, are the people going to be brave enough to over through their chains? I cannot be certain! They must be! After all humans grand desire is liberty of belief, however why didn’t they rise before? Why is it that humans do not fit to my expectations? Will I go down in history as betraying the people? will I? Rewolucja drifted off, for the night.

At 4AM the following day Rewolucja arose, this was going to be the big day. The absolute monarchy that had already engulfed two continents and was threatening to partition the United States was about to meet its doom- or so Rewolucja hoped. Rewolucja opened the Social Contract by Rousseau for one last time “natural rights” he muttered to himself “higher law- that governs all” Rewolucja spoke to the distance. Walking out of his apartment, Washington DC was strangely quiet- a deadly quiet that seemed to blanket the whole city, but Rewolucja knew in just a few hours, absolute monarchy shall be confronted at the barricades. Nobody else was awake, but Rewolucja. The morning bird strolled down the marble streets and thought the republic is my one goal at this point- liberty! equality! a new life! After all, when the chains of absolute monarchy are thrown off globally republics will of course be established as they are the natural state of man! all humans will be joining hands in solidarity for the future is upon us. Rewolucja smiled “Let it come!” he shouted into the black sky “let it come! let the future arise! for I’m not afraid to die!”
Rewolucja as a child was extremely strong-willed and defiant. He never obeyed his parent’s orders, and perpetually asked “why?”  Rewolucja smirked it’s a wonder how I got so far in life! With what a silly child I was. opening the Social Contract again, Rewolucja continued reflecting families are the foundation of society? Well, the Republic is my love. I think I might have been in love once, but it was unrequited and best left unsaid. Who cares about that kind of personal mushy stuff anyway? The Republic is all to strive for, when Christ created the world- he gave us humans stewardship of the world- and I believe God has called me to fight for liberty. catching his breath, Rewolucja looked towards the sky- his health problems were still bothering him, but the thought of human liberty seemed more important than all- including his own well being. I was placed here as a tool to bring liberty to others, my own self doesn’t matter one bit!

 Rewolucja jolted- somebody was approaching. Turning his head, Rewolucja found President Prescott “Rewolucja, are you ready?”
“Ready as I’ll ever be!”
“Sound the call.”  Rewolucja followed Prescott into a square, where thousands of men and women stood “are you ready citizens? to take back our liberty?”
The crowd roared, Rewolucja drew his sword “to arms! Citizens, today we fight against not just one absolute monarchist government but a system. An evil system that must come down!”
The absolute monarchist powers cringed in fear, the fight for Republicanism had begun.

Solidarity

 The grand day had arrived! protests, and demonstrations of every sort were planned throughout Europe. Rewolucja being the mastermind behind it all, held Marianne’s hand “This day we shall take Europe back- for liberty!” The people cheered. Shouting was heard in the streets, the gun fire could not hold back the voice of the people. This was reminiscent of the rebellion Camhouille led years ago, and died in.

Shots were fired, the people rose up just as Rewolucja had planned- rebel troops in key countries and cities over threw the chains of absolute monarchy. Romania, Moldova, Latvia, Estonia instantly seized the tyrants holding them in bondage. In Russia a massive uprising was growing too hard for the government to handle, Leninsky’s statues had been pulled down and lay in a million pieces. Lithuania and France- although not as effected were taking great measures to seize those leaders who had betrayed their people.  Rascumparati returned to Romania where he was the former police chief and gave the rebel leaders key information about several important striking points. Poland was on fire, with Rewolucja leading the way not just for them- but for the world to see.  Waving his giant red flag with the word “Solidarnosc” written in white on it, Rewolucja’s faced beamed in the bright sunlight of that warm day.
Rascumparati stood upon the barricade in Kiev, the wind blew through his dark curls and his tan hat stayed upon his head. A searing pain ripped through his chest, looking up Rascumparati saw a man who served under him steer in shock. “Lt. Zakon, is that you?”
“It indeed is- what are you doing under the rebel’s side? have your teachings meant nothing?”
“I realized I was wrong, I lived my whole life committed to the law and duty. But when the law starts hurting something bigger- nature’s law, and the right to be free that is when it becomes evil.”
“you did not seem to think that when you exiled those Poles to Siberia. Those foolish university students who thought they could challenge our glorious might.”
“yet my memory has been tainted by those Poles, they did what was right, they spoke up for their beliefs and paid the ultimate price. Tuberculosis pervaded the prison where they were kept.”
“They were traitors that deserved the deaths they were sent to. Their corpses are in their mass grave of ice for a reason. The law is all we have to live for! The law is what cradles us and what formed us, there is no higher power above the law. The laws of man are the reason why we are what we are today. How could you question what we were raised for? We were raised to be obedient children, how could you think that being a dissident awards you anything? Remember Romans 13!”
“Wrong, there is something higher than the law- something I pray you will discover someday. Put that gun down, you are better than this. It is not too late for you to break from this system” Rascumparati pleaded
“No, you taught me this. I will continue to live by your teachings even if now you have been corrupted by those dead Poles.” the trigger was pulled
Time ticked by slowly as Rascumparati tried to gasp in another breath. His blue eyes wearly looked on the revolution, and he passed into the light.

From behind Z took a blow- killed by an American missle.

  Libere’s troops pushed back the Pro-Monarchy troops, the Pro-Republican troops advanced throughout Europe. A smile crept across Libere’s face, “we are winning!”  Libere ran towards the fallen flag “Citizens! The day is ours! To arms!”
“Pull back!” the Monarchist commander shouted waving the white flag.
“Huzzah! For victory!” Libere’s mustached face beamed. It was not all as it seemed though, Libere clutched his chest- a bullet hole pierced through it minutes earlier, Libere grimiced with every step he made, collapsing. “Please- citizens of France, the country is yours! I have done my time and I have fought for liberty but the torch is now passed’ as he passed into the light.

   

 The Barricades

“Sometimes I can’t tell this difference between you and a monarchist” Lech roared

You are indeed a Monarchist infiltrator- I saw your files and there is no fooling us now” Lech waved the pamphlet in Rewolucja's face
"Its forged. This isn't real."  Rewolucja shook his head.
"I'll believe it when..." Lech was cut off by an explosion,Rewolucja coughed deeply “Leave this barricade Lech!” Tears filled Lech’s eyes. Lech leaped on to a horse and led the charge as Rewolucja asked, Lech believed Rewolucja was right behind him- Rewolucja after all was probably just coughing from the smoke. Rewolucja was left alone.

 Rewolucja held his chest tight, if he were to die upon this barricade- so be it!

“victory in America, France, and Lithuania! this is the last monarchist stronghold!”
“Huzzah my comrade! keep fighting! Solidarity!” Rewolucja shouted, looking ahead he swallowed deeply

In Gdansk. Heaving, Rewolucja held up the flag “Citizens! We did it” he smiled as he saw the enemy’s white banner waving. “Solidarnosc!” Rewolucja shouted as he braced the barricade. Stepping down from the barricade, Rewolucja felt a pain again in his chest. It was not pain as though from a bullet, it was a different pain a heavy breath cletching pain.  Rewolucja turned to see the monarchist troops retreating and waving their white flags.

Sitting down, enjoying the victory the leader of the revolution beamed. He did not care about getting a high position of power after the revolution, although that would be been awfully nice. All Rewolucja cared about was the cause. He was a natural leader, unafraid of whatever life threw at him. The revolution cost nearly all of his energy, the health of this former student also suffered. Rewolucja had aged beyond his years, arrhythmia a heart condition was taking its toll on him. Rewolucja bent forward and coughed blood onto his sleeve. Looking up, Rewolucja held the red flag high “Patria!” his hair gleamed in the light, he was reminiscent of Camhouille. Looking up towards the heavens, Rewolucja muttered “Camhouille, this is your revolution- I’m just continuing it.” Crouching over, Rewolucja screamed. Holding his chest, Rewolucja grimaced “not here, not now,” Marianne dashed up the barricade, taking Rewolucja’s flag she waved it “Troops! fire!” her voice exclaimed, smoke engulfed the air. Rewolucja coughed, clinging to a piece of the barricade- he grabbed a rifle and shot. The government troops poured in like an unleashed river. Rewolucja swallowed “its over? No, please- keep fighting citizens!” Rewolucja’s stinging pain overtook him as his eyes closed. The tide turned- from the distance came Prescott’s promised backup troops. American planes flew in over the barricade.  Marianne held the flag high “its not over yet Rewolucja! Rewolucja?”

The monarchists retreated, as the Americans unleashed the full wrath of the free world.
“Huzzah!” a shout was heard from the barricade, Marianne quickly dashed down “Rewolucja! Please speak to me!”
Prescott came running over “Marianne?” kneeling down he saw Rewolucja’s body “Rewolucja? we must take him to a hospital at once”
Marianne felt his pulse “he is still alive. Please Rewolucja, stay with us. President Prescott, there is something Rewolucja would not want me to tell you. He has” she paused and looked down “tuberculosis.”

Prescott scooped up the limp form of Rewolucja in his arms. Rewolucja opened his eyes “Citizen?”
“Shhh…”
“Are we winning, I must get back!” Rewolucja squirmed

“You can barely walk citizen, let the people take you- the leader of our revolution to a place you may recover in.”
Rewolucja’s eyes closed as he breathed deeper.

Marianne looked up in time to see Lech’s charge succeeding, Lech however was on the ground- unconscious.

Fallen Leader

Opening his eyes, Rewolucja found himself in an isolation room. The walls were white, Rewolucja swallowed “Siberian white…” he muttered, the vast, cold terrain he had been exiled to.

Beads of sweat on Rewolucja’s skin, his green eyes looked up at President Prescott, who was wearing a mask over his face.  “Freedom awards you greatly, the faces of your freed people are rejoicing.” Prescott remarked.  Rewolucja weakly smiled, “It’s something I have hidden from most of the world. Something I would rather keep a secret” before Rewolucja realized, he was passed out on the ground. Nimtsof and Prescott both caught either side of Rewolucja “we must rush him to the hospital, quickly” Nimtsof snapped, biting his lip Nimtsof closed his eyes God listen to me, I want Rewolucja to please live! As Rewolucja was loaded in into the ambulance, Nimtsof fell to his knees, his hand covered his red face “Rewolucja!” Nimtsof looked to the sky “comrade, don’t leave us now”
At the hospital Rewolucja stared at the white walls, He gave almost his whole life to the revolution. At 21 years old he had been the organizer of one of the world’s biggest protests, he had been exiled to Siberia, and his revolution was victorious. Rewolucja closed his eyes Christ, I have lived for you this whole time. I accepted you into my heart as a young boy of four. I’ve never been afraid of what may happen to me, even through the darkness of my exile… Well, I suppose that has been a problem of mine. I have also been a very proud man, expecting to run this entire revolution by myself. Not to justify my actions, but I was afraid. So afraid, that some enemy of the revolution would infiltrate the system. Now my health is suffering. It must be from the tuberculosis I’ve contracted in prison, or my faulty heart? I’m sorry Jesus, I know I’m still a believer and my sins are forgiven but I ask of you to still forgive me. Rewolucja sighed, he was too afraid- too afraid to get close, everybody he ever got close to either moved or let him down. Yet, in Rewolucja’s eyes- Christ had never let him down, that was all he had. Rewolucja’s revolution was won, the people were cheering. Their leader however was lying on a bed with a severe heart condition. He had overworked himself to the point of near death.  Prescott entered the room “Rewolucja, I wanted to extend my thanks. Because of you Poland and the rest of the eastern European countries are freed. We won! You won!” Rewolucja smiled “thank you, for the support of the states. Wait? I won? for once in my life I was not rejected.” Rewolucja offered a burning hand. Marianne entered the room, Her joyful blue eyes tainted with a melancholy upon seeing her leader, Rewolucja motioned to him to come “Marianne, my faithful friend. I apologize for never telling you how much you meant to the revolution and to me as a friend. I love you. Please, carry on the cause- the world needs you. Others must rise and continue fighting for liberty” Rewolucja went to where Desmoulins, Camhouille and so many others were beyond the gates.  At that moment, Nimtsof entered the door, his brown eyes widened and watered. He walked slowly over to Marianne. 

Closing Rewolucja’s eyes and mouth which were left wide open, Marianne sobbed- he was gone “I shall never forget you, and I shall continue fighting for liberty. Always.” she whispered into his ears. Nimtsof embraced Marianne “is he?” Nimtsof gulped “gone?” Marianne looked up “Rewolucja is now in heaven.” Nimtsof wrapped his arms around Marianne “we shall we build liberty, I know it.” Marianne buried her face into his sholdier “Rewolucja would have loved to see it, I’m sure he will get a better view than all of us.” Nimtsof layed a hand on Rewolucja’s corpse “I will see you again someday my friend, I shall continue your fight.” Marianne glanced down at Rewolucja, then to Nimtsof “his family thinks he is already dead. After he was exiled to Siberia he was scheduled to be executed there, they never did get around to it. Rewolucja was fearful to contact his family for fear it would put them in danger.” Nimtsof glanced to the ground “my lady, you shall not do that painful business, I shall.”  Marianne looked up “I must go with you.”   Nimtsof embraced Marianne as they watched Rewolucja’s corpse get zipped into a plastic black body bag. “Rewolucja!” Nimtsof buried his face in his hand

Rewolucja’s corpse may have rested in a morgue’s drawer that night, but his soul was in heaven, and his ideals were with the people.

His Name Was Rewolucja
Rewolucja’s vigil was held a few days later, after an autopsy discovered he died of a heart condition and complications from tuberculosis. It was an almost symbolic form of death, for totalitarianism in Rewolucja’s mind had weakened the hearts of the people, and the lungs produce the voice- and the voice of the people, in Rewolucja’s opinion had been stolen . The cherry coffin’s lip was opened to reveal Rewolucja’s body. He was dressed in the simplest brown overcoat, and black worker’s hat he wore during the early days of the revolution. His face displayed a perfect peaceful expression, and his arms were straight down by his sides as though he was a soldier who died during the fight for liberty-doing his duty to God, and no man. A rosary was placed upon his chest, and under that was a copy of his first revolutionary pamphlet. A white sheet covered the lower half of the coffin and on top of that was placed a glass cross and the New Testament. The scent of many candles filled the air, as the people of many different faiths came to see Rewolucja’s body. Even the pope, who was an anti-monarchist as well, came and paid his respects to the fallen revolutionary leader who gave his life for the people’s freedom. The pope arrived and offered a prayer for the departed revolutionary, and the people he fought so hard to free. As Nimtsof approached the coffin, tears visably filled his eyes, Prescott offered his tissue and Nimtsof offered his arms and embraced the American president.

Thousands lined up at the coffin to pay their last respects to a young man who devoted his everything to the revolution. Rewoluja’s parents and seven surviving siblings also were present around the coffin in deep mourning, although they took comfort he was in heaven. His body continued to lay in state for a few days, and a funeral mass was held. As the coffin left the church, Marianne begin to sing the lyrics to “Be Thou My Vision” softly… “Riches I heed not nor man’s empty gates, thou my inheritance now and always!” slowly the people began to join in “high king of heaven when victory is won! may I reach heaven’s joy oh bright heaven’s sun!” followed by ‘A Mighty Fortress is Our God’ “the body they may kill, God’s truth abidith still”, and ended with “Once to Every Man and Nation.”  Rewolucja’s coffin was lowered to rest under the ground his obelisk which bore his name and birth/death dates on one side, and on the other read “Solidarity: For the people!”

Rewolucja may have perished, but the revolution was not a waste. Rewolucja’s rebellion expanded from Poland, France and Romania and swept across Europe. The totalitarian regimes in Russia and Germany were taken out and Fero was executed at will of the people. Republics were set up everywhere. In America, the partitioning came to a halt and the Republic was restored.  Rewolucja, Camhouille and the others surely watched from heaven with approval.

Marianne knelt in the soft ground at the freshly dug grave, her blond hair covered by a black veil, and her long black dress showing the mourning she felt inside Dear Rewolucja, I’m sorry I never could love you in return. We both meant different things. I never meant to hurt you, I loved you as my brother. Oh Rewolucja, you gave so much for this revolution to start and now that you are gone I shall see that ‘liberty’ will carry on its legacy when its gone. Rest well in Christ’s arms Rewolucja, I can just see Opfer- your old friend there with you just as you described him to me. Is Nimtsof there also? telling his jokes as he used to. I do not know who else perished yet in this revolution. Perhaps you are mingling with the revolutionaries of old such as Camhouille and Desmoulins. Rewolucja, I will try to fill your place. 
Justicija extended his hand, Marianne grabbed it with a tearful face she looked up “he was like my brother, the one I never had.”
Justicija embraced her “we shall rebuild Europe, just as Rewolucja would have wanted.”
“He loved me, I could not love him in return. He meant so much to me though, even though I could not see him romantically. Oh, he was such a smart man! I really will miss him. I wish he told me about his heart problems earlier, surely he would have had the rest he needed.”
“I do not think Rewolucja would have listened, he was a great man- however, the revolution meant everything to him. Apparently it was his life, his life was to give freedom to the people of Poland, Lithuania, France, Ukraine, America, Germany, Russia, Spain and the rest of the world that was effected by the power struggle between these eight major countries. This was a tremendous time in history, a time for great men to arise and speak the truth. What follows is a time for liberty, equality and justice to reign.” Justicija knelt at the grave and put a hand on the dirt “Rewolucja,”  he looked to the sky “thank you.”

Meanwhile, Lech was still in the hospital- the news was not given to him. Gently knocking on the door Prescott entered

“What have they been hiding?” Lech snapped

“You suffered a fall from your horse, you were unconscious and were brought here to recover.”
“No, I mean about the revolution. What happened?”
“We won!”
“if we won, why is everything being kept form me? I must join my cousin Rewolucja and…”
Prescott lowered his head

“Lech… Rewolucja would want you to”
Lech sharply turned around “He is coming right? “
“Rewolucja… went home.”
tears filled Lech’s eyes “Rewolucja… how?”
Prescott bowed his head “heart problems and tuberculosis.”
“His heart? I killed him” Lech’s eyes widened

“what do you mean?”
“I called him a monarchist and…”
“Lech! Don’t be ridiculous.”
“I…”

 It was over- the Russian and German both fell, thousands cheering for their freedom. It was massive, as if World War 1, World War 2 and the Cold War were combined. History repeats itself differently each time we all presume.

Marianne came out of the embassy wearing a long dark blue gown, her blond hair was pinned up in a bun “It is finished Mister Prescott” she said with her thick accent “I presume so”
“I realize this

Michael Prescott approached the camera with Olivia and Marianne by his side “don’t you think it is time to tear down this wall?” The crowd roared, the people grabbed sledgehammers- the old helping the young started hammering away at the wall, giant pieces came down. It was as if the spirit of the Storming of the Bastille was in the air as the people took down these large slices of concrete.

When Michael returned to America he walked out of the Oval Office and looked towards the sky, the years went by quickly and history seemed to be sped up “Desmoulins, we did it!” looking towards the stars

The people have risen from the ashes of despair,

they have fought back and never gave up. For the people at heart are constantly striving for liberty, as much as it may get blurred by the corruption of society- man’s heart was created with a love for liberty and equality and will always want to seek out these truths for eternity.