Songur of Ixander

The Beginning

Near the obelisk stood six gallows, each with three men on the noose, standing above a platform, which if flipped, will mean instant death to the men tied on the noose. The men on the noose are the remnants of the Guards of the Palace. Soon, a carriage with the last King arrived. 

It was a plain one, contrary to what he rides during his visits and inspections. It was black, and did not have gold leafing on its sides. There was none behind the carriage that could help the king to get off the carriage or to take down the steps of the carriage. The man who will be doing that is his executioner. His carriage suddenly stopped at the center of the plaza, where the great obelisk stands. The Great Obelisk that symbolized the birth of an empire under the great King Korol, now serves as a place of execution for the last king of this chaotic state. 

The door was opened for him, and the steps of the carriage was taken down by the executioner. He faced the King, and said “Good day, mister.” The King averted his eyes to the ground then to the sky. He then asked “What should I do, mister?” The executioner responded “Follow me mister.”

The King… now just named Mister Lodayr, is now faced with a squad of the revolutionary army, armed with Grenavian Rifles. As Lodayr was being lead to the place where he will be shot by the firing squad, he sees his loyal Colonel. With his sabre, he took it off the sheath and raised it.

“Make ready!”

“Take aim…” and as the colonel is screaming this, tears flowed on his face. The Duke-General however raised his hand and asked the Colonel to stop. “Does the tyrant want to say any last words?”

A man from the crowd immediately cried “No tyrant deserves to speak!” He was then followed by a massive amount of cheering and shouting “Let the People Win! Glory to Alban!”

As the cheering of the crowd cannot be stopped, the King looked straight at the Colonel, with a straight and firm expression and told him “Finish it, Colonel.” He then raised his sabre once more and screamed for the second time amidst the crowd’s unstoppable cheering.

“Make ready!”

“Take aim…”

“FIRE!”

The firing squad shot at the king as he shouts “Glory to Alban!” The remnants of the Palace Guards were hanged and the cheering became louder as they sing republican songs, national hymns, and revolutionary chants. The Colonel could not contain his tears, so he bowed his head, removed his hat, and cried. The Bullets flew to the King’s chest, head, neck and abdomen. The Duke-General then approached the king, took out his flintlock and shot Lodayr on his head for the last time. The crowd goes wilder and cheered louder. The Duke-General then raised his fist, with the flintlock still in hand and shouted “Glory to Alban, and death to the traitors!”

And so, death were delivered to who they branded as traitors. Royalists fled to Livinia after promising to harbor the refugees by Alban. Before some can even reach the border, raiders hinder them already. They first capture the children then taken away.For a man, he is either to be slaughtered, to fall into the nearest canyon, to be shot in the head, or to be immolated. For a woman, she is to be r***d first under custody of these Republican raiders, or to suffer the same fate as his husband or a man with them. For children, they are to be brought back to be educated under Republican Principles, or be thrown against the bayonet of their rifles if they do not stop crying. The Republicans must kill them lest they face wars against other nations for harboring political criminals. As for the elderly, they are to be beaten by clubs or beheaded by axes. It was truly a brutal m******e. All these atrocities are being done, whilst they are shouting “Hail to Alban and to its Republic!”

The Extremists for the Republican cause were pillaging, bringing chaos around the country. There was no peace to those who favor the Royal Family. It was total anarchy.

Three days after the execution, the General Court commenced its meetings. Surprisingly, the Nationalists were not inside during the counting of votes. While the counting is taking place inside, the Nationalists were actually staging a rally outside the Palace of the General Court. Their Leader, Giorgi de Ruffia, spoke to the overwhelming crowd, which supports the Nationalist Cause. “Inside, a fraud is happening. The elections forged and mandated by the Confederates are now taking place insi…” The crowd were jeering after. “Confederate cheaters! You all do not deserve to sit inside!” said a Nationalist on stage. The crowd then shouted repeatedly “Let the people win! Glory to Alban!” as the counting continues inside.

Twenty minutes of counting, and Nationalists lead the count with two hundred and twenty-eight votes whilst the Confederates have two hundred and nineteen votes. The counting was almost finished when suddenly, a man came inside. The man was a member of the Guard of the General Court. He whispered something to the speaker and went away.

“Men of General Court, before an announcement of who the winnin—…”

The voice of the people then echoed. They have infiltrated and entered the premises of the General Court and as they arrived at the chamber, they were stopped by a platoon of Elite Soldiers. The crowd were cheering once again, now with the Nationalists. “Let the People win! Glory to Alban!” shouts the crowd as they try to overpower the chamber. By then, a winner had been decided by the General Court, but they were not able to announce it properly. It was then clear that the country will run deep into chaos once more as an imminent civil war may happen.

The Elder of the Porch however, whispered something to a man, on which the man nodded and as for the Elder, he ran to the Podium of the Speaker. That Elder was Minister Hargi. Soon, the bells around the palace were ringing. It was at the moment the bells became quiet that Minister Hargi pounded the gavel to call for order and silence to the General Court.

“Men of Alban. The Great Khova greatly believes that your very heart and hand speaks for the good of this land. However, we must know that as we continue this firefight, this chaos and violence, we only call for deaths of our brave compatriots who have already fought a decent battle against tyranny.”

He continues “Will we let the tyranny of violence, death and slavery raise a hand to occupy our life and newfound freedom?”

The whole court fell silent and everyone looked at each other. The leader of the Nationalists began to clap slowly, followed by his compatriots then by the whole court. The Elder raised his hand to ask the crowd to listen. “As Elder, a fair eye judges. I propose a tribunal to investigate the recent elections and the different parties can file cases from the Electoral Tribunal.” Then everyone clapped in favor of his proposal. “Bravo!” praised some. “Excellent, mister! Excellent!” says a court member. Of course though, the Duke General did not want any of this to happen: It is just not under his control.

Electoral protests were filed, local discontent aroused and provincial infighting prevailed. The people needs a definite leader and all efforts were tarnished by electoral frauds, scandals and disasters. However, everyone knows indeed that the one who sits as a leader will indeed lead the nation to either to prosperity, or to demise.

The Electoral Tribunal now had a resolution: To sit the Confederates as the Government and to sit the Nationalists as the opposition, on which it will have the power to veto final decisions. The order is clear and indeed now, a foundation of a proper republic is formed.

The Duke-General, now sitting as the Leader of the Republic, stands on the balcony of the Albanese capital Palace. He was before a crowd, and Elder Hargi. He made a personal declaration of duty: “I will be a fair leader of magnanimity. As magnanimous as this fair nation which is free and strong-willed. I say this to the Fifteen million Albanese men and women! Glory to Alban! Hail to the Republic!”

The People followed by cheering “Hail to the Republic!” then, the national anthem started to play:

“Glory to the Alban People

Glory to our Great Nation

Our Voice might be a ripple

It created revolution

Truly desired by all bravely

Standing for freedom firmly,

Realizing our aspirations

To present to all nations

Fight for freedom, fight for freedom

Down to tyrant’s rise and felony

Marching onward, without a doubt

Raise the flag of Liberty!”