Was it worth it?Quote from: rpietila
HRH Prince Royal Zechariah of Tavastia-rpietila-CK, Marquess of Tavastia &c
Sir, I congratulate your righteous and efficient rule that is already showing the signs of new winds blowing over the dusty streets of our beloved town. Indeed, the initiation of your reign has been peaceful and inspiring, and also the Senate has started their work with earnest. I could not be more happy of the choice of my successor. Also the counties are feeling the warming rays of Sun shining on them, with their life-giving power, making things happen that previously were not.
Indeed, Sir, this is what I decided to briefly write to you about. My ancient homeland, the vast region of Tavastia, has a secret rule by the cunning Swedes. In letter, we have claimed the area since about 1490 or so (which they by and large do not contest!), but in reality the deep state of Sweden is operating there in full force, and has rendered my efforts to civilise the county and make it realise its full potential, to have no effect.
It takes time to realise the depths of operations of this kind. A friend of mine even put it thus: "There's a plot in this country to enslave every man, woman, and child. Before I leave this high and noble office, I intend to expose this plot." He never got to expose the plot though, and besides it is common knowledge that peasants are subjects to fiefholders and so forth. But it got me thinking.
Being a king with the full potential of my vast assets, and the years of training and reigning behind me, yet having no throne, makes me wish to realise the remaining years I have, to the maximum benefit of my people, unfettered by the entangling diplomacy and horse-trading. I will therefore place my greatest emphasis for the time being, to liberate the Tavastians, my own people, from the bondage of the deep state of Sweden. This operation requires much and is not free, nor free of danger. I have great and secret allies, and the assurance that the Almighty also wishes the freedom of my people.
Therefore, be not anxious! Crypto Kingdom has proven itself and under your leadership it will thrive. The mutual benefits from raising the Tavastian peasants, numbering 5 million, will greatly overcome the temporary lack of having me guiding every step of my loving people.
I have been appointed to be the Treasurer in Finland. I will coordinate the efforts to bring back the national currency, the Markka, and we are using a CK-based account system to give Markkas out to every citizen who wants them, without compensation, as a way of basic income. I will continue to give my efforts to CK as well, just less time than before. The Markka system opens great possibilities for speculation by you who already know the strengths of me and those of the CK Ultima platform (which only needs to be stripped of features to accommodate a monetary system of an entire country). As soon as politically possible, I will integrate the possibility to buy Markkas for investment, to CK proper.
Fourteen years ago, A.D. 1647, Zechariah had found the love of ages. It was a mysterious, beautiful, energizing relationship. After a longish period of mutual companionship, two children were born. The old soul of Zechariah had rejoiced greatly of this increase, and planned to spend the rest of this life living happily in his ancient homeland Tavastia, the ancestral place of the soul family of his House.
At the same time, he had undertaken a great commission of liberation of the peoples there from the bondage. The Calling had been strong. 200-some years of experience and a youthful countenance felt enough of qualifications when he had embarked on the journey. Now, with the flames engulfing the settlement, burying the remains of his beloved, the experiences of the years passed seemed overpowering, and the countenance was marred by deep sorrow.
The encounter with the physical and spiritual forces of the Deep State was indeed neither free nor free from danger, Zechariah admits with a grin. Whatever was gained in the new youth in the secluded forests, mild meadows and sturdy villages, whatever energies of the blond-haired peasant boys and girls playing around, dancing their recurring and eternal dances of midsummer and solstice, whatever sparks of friendship and love, incepted in the heart by a fleeting moment, nurtured over the years of trust in the wholesome future, whatever realisations of the soul of another special being, mutually gained by the look into the eyes in front of a friendly fire, whatever all - had been, and now was being consummated to be consumed by the flames of destruction.
Victory or defeat? The escape back to CryptoTown is secured, the forces of (His Royal Highness, Prince) Zechariah (of Tavastia-rpietila-CK etcx2) are not decimated. The ground is, however, lost, or so it seems. The Deep State reigns supreme over the memory of all that was good and beautiful in Tavastia. Gloomy and chilling darkness will continue to prevail, and the River will be closed for our forces after the evacuation, for who knows how long time. The spark of the spirit of freedom in the hearts of the remaining population of Tavastia cannot be erased, but will it be enough? May we ever venture to the northern regions again?
Suddenly titles seem of no importance. Love gained, love lost. If time could be turned back, would it be different? Upon embarking on a blue sea of limitless possibility, if there was pre-knowledge of the path of events upon the journey, would the life feel what is called "life", or become as boring as watching the same old play performed every week in the Theatre in Versailles? More and more questions entered the weary but keen mind. But then - it became as if still, and no cold was felt anymore, and the questions departed to the coulisses, and the stage was clear all the way towards horizon.
And the Voice appeared.