Justinian the Mighty Posted January 1, 2012 Report Share Posted January 1, 2012 [center][img]http://www.reichslieder.com/0237_russianeagle.jpg[/img][/center] My life has been preordained. Every moment of my waking life has been planned by those seeking to control me, but I just want nothing more than to be left alone. I was very young when I ascended to my position. As a boy only 17 years old the reigns of government were the least of my concerns. However there were some people who sought to control my mind and soul in order to achieve their own selfish goals. Little did they know I carry the traits of my forefathers, stubbornness the highest among them. I have often wondered what purpose the individual has in this vast and unforgiving universe. Many people have asked this question and I have spent that last ten years trying to answer it. When I ask others what they think my purpose is they tell me such fantastic things. They tell me that because I am the Tsar I am the father of the people and a symbol of the nation. If such lofty tales were true then this land would be a virtual utopia. On the eve of my coronation this was divided. The country had not seen such division in nearly 100 years. As I stood on the dais draped in my imperial regalia, placing the crown upon my own head I suddenly realized that for as long as I life I would never see another peaceful day. My childhood and the life I once lived were gone. The scepter I held represented the chains that held me to my office for life and the orb represented the heavy burden of my station. The people cheered me as I walked out of the cathedral and onto the red porch the jubilation was deafening, but for me there was infinite uncertainty. ----- My journey to the throne started several months earlier in St. Petersburg. I was more innocent then and life easily gave me joy. I planned to follow in the footsteps of my ancestors and enlist in the Cadet Corps. Despite my place in line to the throne I expected neither favors nor special treatment. I wanted to one day be able to serve the country which had given me so much, but the powers that be had different plans for me in mind. I awoke one cold December morning to the sound of bells and a crowd of people outside the gates of Peterhof. That same day I was visited by the Prime Minister and the Chairman of the Duma. Vladimir Putin, the Prime Minister did not strike me as odd, but Vasily Tsereteli, the Chairman of the Duma was an old cadaverous man with piercing eyes and a menacing smile. I did not know what to make of these men at first, but when they bowed to me my worst fears were confirmed. Naturally I assumed my poor grandfather Emperor Grigori I, had passed, but there was something much more sinister at work here. The Chairman proclaimed that my grandfather had abdicated and that I was now the Emperor of Russia. One weight was lifted only for another to be dropped on me. “God protect our Holy Orthodox Tsar!” he said bowing deeply to me. “May his reign be long and glorious” he added. I admit I was confused by him he made every attempt to be genuine, but his enthusiasm was lost on me. I signaled for them to rise and they did, but Tsereteli continued to shower his praises on me. I asked him to stop, but he did not. He told me that we must go to Moscow immediately; I must appear before my court. And so began my search for purpose. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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