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Fanfic: SHADOW OF THE PAST Part 2
could. > After his father dies, he will need someone to help him win this war. And who could be more likely than the closest ally of his rule?
An hour later on Musala
Schatza had awakened with a feeling of triumph in her heart and it lasted. > Of course. he thought. > After all, I will soon be more powerful than anyone in the universe!
Shortly afterwards on Rontesle
Bright commotion rushed like wind through the cities of the planet. The conversation was extremely excited, partly frightened and partly outraged by the latest news of the day.Not so long ago, King Hebge had made an announcement. He had reported to the people that Musala Rontesle had declared war. The king had not kept it to himself, although many advised to wait. He felt that it was his duty because his people should live in ignorance. So he reported of the hostile power that would try to devour them. Fear spread and it was great, because unlike the Muska, nobody here had demanded revenge and retribution. Nobody wanted to provoke unnecessary bloodshed, but Hebge had provided a reason with the withdrawal of his dealers and that was enough Schatza as proof of hostility. It had been a necessary step in distress for the king, but today he was no longer sure whether it was right or wrong. Hebge had tried to negotiate, but the Musala government would not accept any of his proposals. Not even those of the rulers of other peoples and planets.The king made some reproaches and on the other hand he accused the Muska. He couldn't understand how they could have chosen such a leader. A ruler who ruled them through dictatorship, suppressing their opinion and independent thinking. And you knew, even if nobody said it, neither Schatza herself nor outsiders, that Rontesle was just an attunement. In his diary, as every King of Rontesle had kept, the following entry could be read:> ... Schatza is insane. No other expression can bring it to life better. He is obsessed with hatred and power. He transfers his will to the people and they let it happen without a thought. In their eyes he is a savior, liberator and lord of the future. A better future, but the eyes go blind in the bare face of limitless power and displace facts as the sun does and vice versa. Due to wrong ideas, your soul gradually blackens and slides inexorably to the dark side.Nobody wants to see the truth in its cruelty, in its hatred. Clouds are gathering up and covering up a time of peace. Not only do they obscure the light of their enemies, but also their own without noticing it. Schatza has not the slightest idea of the law and freedom of every creature in this universe in which we live. The rotten poison of Mach has attacked him and his entourage like an incurable disease, like an ulcer that grows rampant and thrives on hatred. You have been infected and so far there is no cure because none is being sought. His people are like a hostage who doesn't know what's going to happen next, but doesn't want to know either. Fear is stranger than anything and yet, as always, omnipresent. But nobody wants to recognize it in the intoxication of confidence and fighting spirit. But I know it will be a bloodbath, for us as well as for the enemy who proclaimed himself as such against us. But we will not surrender, because I am sure that one task would destroy everything.Schatza is ready for it and his people are loyal subjects to him, for life. I have no grudge against the people themselves, but their recklessness makes me sad and angry to the same extent. They called for fame and now there is one who promises them even more. Do it! A catchphrase of our gray, smoke-polluted times. We will be beaten with all severity, but we will counter violently too. It is not about triumph and the feeling of superiority, but about the security of my people. I can feel their fear, but also their willingness. Our only goal is to protect our planet and preserve our culture and civilization. I will try by all means to avert the cruel fate that Schatza is still keeping secret from everyone. Certainly he will be a tough opponent because his troops are strong. I will not force anyone to fight the Muska, but they will come voluntarily to do it.The cyborgs will be of great help to us, especially in combat in space. Hope for a peaceful solution has long since ceased to shimmer as brightly as it was a long time ago. We'll hold or die. If I have to, even I will fight alongside my men. This fight will decide our future and we have a duty to fulfill. Not in the name of the gods, but in the name of the people ... <
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I hope you will give me your opinion on this.
An hour later on Musala
Schatza had awakened with a feeling of triumph in her heart and it lasted. > Of course. he thought. > After all, I will soon be more powerful than anyone in the universe!
Shortly afterwards on Rontesle
Bright commotion rushed like wind through the cities of the planet. The conversation was extremely excited, partly frightened and partly outraged by the latest news of the day.Not so long ago, King Hebge had made an announcement. He had reported to the people that Musala Rontesle had declared war. The king had not kept it to himself, although many advised to wait. He felt that it was his duty because his people should live in ignorance. So he reported of the hostile power that would try to devour them. Fear spread and it was great, because unlike the Muska, nobody here had demanded revenge and retribution. Nobody wanted to provoke unnecessary bloodshed, but Hebge had provided a reason with the withdrawal of his dealers and that was enough Schatza as proof of hostility. It had been a necessary step in distress for the king, but today he was no longer sure whether it was right or wrong. Hebge had tried to negotiate, but the Musala government would not accept any of his proposals. Not even those of the rulers of other peoples and planets.The king made some reproaches and on the other hand he accused the Muska. He couldn't understand how they could have chosen such a leader. A ruler who ruled them through dictatorship, suppressing their opinion and independent thinking. And you knew, even if nobody said it, neither Schatza herself nor outsiders, that Rontesle was just an attunement. In his diary, as every King of Rontesle had kept, the following entry could be read:> ... Schatza is insane. No other expression can bring it to life better. He is obsessed with hatred and power. He transfers his will to the people and they let it happen without a thought. In their eyes he is a savior, liberator and lord of the future. A better future, but the eyes go blind in the bare face of limitless power and displace facts as the sun does and vice versa. Due to wrong ideas, your soul gradually blackens and slides inexorably to the dark side.Nobody wants to see the truth in its cruelty, in its hatred. Clouds are gathering up and covering up a time of peace. Not only do they obscure the light of their enemies, but also their own without noticing it. Schatza has not the slightest idea of the law and freedom of every creature in this universe in which we live. The rotten poison of Mach has attacked him and his entourage like an incurable disease, like an ulcer that grows rampant and thrives on hatred. You have been infected and so far there is no cure because none is being sought. His people are like a hostage who doesn't know what's going to happen next, but doesn't want to know either. Fear is stranger than anything and yet, as always, omnipresent. But nobody wants to recognize it in the intoxication of confidence and fighting spirit. But I know it will be a bloodbath, for us as well as for the enemy who proclaimed himself as such against us. But we will not surrender, because I am sure that one task would destroy everything.Schatza is ready for it and his people are loyal subjects to him, for life. I have no grudge against the people themselves, but their recklessness makes me sad and angry to the same extent. They called for fame and now there is one who promises them even more. Do it! A catchphrase of our gray, smoke-polluted times. We will be beaten with all severity, but we will counter violently too. It is not about triumph and the feeling of superiority, but about the security of my people. I can feel their fear, but also their willingness. Our only goal is to protect our planet and preserve our culture and civilization. I will try by all means to avert the cruel fate that Schatza is still keeping secret from everyone. Certainly he will be a tough opponent because his troops are strong. I will not force anyone to fight the Muska, but they will come voluntarily to do it.The cyborgs will be of great help to us, especially in combat in space. Hope for a peaceful solution has long since ceased to shimmer as brightly as it was a long time ago. We'll hold or die. If I have to, even I will fight alongside my men. This fight will decide our future and we have a duty to fulfill. Not in the name of the gods, but in the name of the people ... <
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I hope you will give me your opinion on this.