The sky had a vivid blue and the sun stood high in the sky, bright illuminating the pavilion that stood on top of the highest peak. Zona Gretelson looked into the distance, wind blew through her long black hair, and her white scholar robes. Her face was blank without the slightest hint of emotion, but if one looked deep into her eyes one could notice worry and also a hint of excitement.
In Zona’s eyes, the bright blue sky and brightness from the sun were inexistent. She could see that the world was shred in darkness, the sky covered in huge dark clouds that covered all heavens. She could feel pressure of the thunderstorm of war that could break out at any moment now and would shake the whole continent at any moment.
Indeed, the continent would be soon falling into endless chaos soon, but she would make sure that the Peoples Kingdom would not directly be affected by the conflict.
Her mind drifted of to the past.
Year 20✘✘
Bernard Dupont was running, he had been found. When they had taken power he had gone into hiding immediately, even though he was a well-known doctor, his political views had put him at risk. He did not want to flee the country because this was his home, he could not imagine living far away from where he had grown up.
Unfortunately this time around the oppressor had been their own people and not an occupation as such the resistance had not been too strong and had not been able to organise. Most people that would have had a reason to fight back had gone into exile.
He felt sad, how could this have happened in his own country that had been a symbol of freedom and revolution for such a long time? As he ran on, he saw a group of people in black uniforms blocking his way, behind him he could hear the sounds of heavy steeps from the military troupe that had followed him. “Halt, les mains en l‘air” shouted a voice in front of him. He did not have anywhere else to go, he put his hands in the air in submission. Two black uniforms came up to him slowly with machine guns pointing at him.
They cuffed him, then they started beating him until while shouting insults at him “Camarade, on va te montrer ce qu’on fait avec les suceurs de beurre comme toi !”. When he was completely black and blue they shoved him into the back of a military van. He lay there in pain for what felt to him an eternity.
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Then the van finally stopped, and he felt himself being grabbed by two men. They took him into a dark room, in it there was extremely uncomfortable looking metal chair in the middle over it hung a big white blinding light, and in one corner he could see a white bathtub. Facing the chair a bit further away there was a desk with a comfortable armchair.
The two men tied him to the chair and left the room, he sat there waiting for hours, but nothing happened, no one came in to interrogated him as he expected. He felt tired, as he had been alarmed in the middle of the night. But the bright light above him and some strange banging that came from nearby made it impossible for him to fall asleep.
He did not know how many hours had passed, when a man came in. He was in the full black uniform of an PP officer. The man sat down, took out a file and looked through it. He then looked up at Bernard “Monsieur Dupont, vous voyez nous avons deja tout sur vous, l’interogation n’est donc pas nécessaire. Avez-vous quelque chose a dire en votre défence ?”
What good was there to say anything in his defence? Dhey of course had already chosen that he was guilty, but wanted to know at least what kind of false accusation they had made up against him. “Comment puis-je me défendre sans savoir de quoi je suis accusé?” he asked back.
The PP officer looked up at him “Ne savez-vous donc pas ce que vous avez fait?”, he shook his head “Vous êtes coupable de haute trahison, nous avons trouvé dans votre appartement entre autre de la propagande terroriste ainsi que plusieurs documents prouvent que vous avez prix par dans de multiple action de déstabilisation contre le gouvernement et le grand dirigeant. Bon puis-que vous n’avez rien à dire en faveur de votre défense, vous êtes condamné à mort par fusillade demain matin.”
That was how things were handled around here these days, he knew that even though everything had just been made up, they would be putting him down tomorrow for these charges without him being able to make a case for himself.
The man stamped the file and put it away. Then he got up and left.
Hours and hours passed again without anything happening, his mind was about to break down from lack of sleep, when the door was opened again. Two soldiers came in, and dragged him out into a court. There were about ten other people kneeling there facing a wall full of holes, in front of a pool filled with a strange looking liquid. The two soldiers forced him to kneel down next to the others. And then stood back.
Time passed as more and more people were dragged out and forced into kneeling next to them until they were about a couple of hundred people. Most of them looked to be of non-European descent.
Then somebody shouted “Garde-à-vous!” followed by a “En Joue!”, that was when Bernard started to feel regret, he did not want to die yet. He shouted “Vive la revolution!”, promising himself that if he ever had a next life he would be fighting more actively against any form of repression. An instant late the commander shouted “Feu!”.
Bernard heard hundreds of gun shots, then he felt hit by something and fell into the pool as did the few other hundred of people kneeling next to him. As their body started to dissolve in the liquid, new prisoners got dragged out into the court.