12-04-2025, 07:42 PM
Outskirts of Tårnbæk, in the countryside town of Valholm, Davostag – 4 December 5633
Shining over large snowy fields, the sun is surprisingly strong today, but not strong enough to get rid of the far-northern snows. A large mountain range can be seen in the distance. The wooden house is yellow-colored, not unusual, but seen as a popular alternative to the common red houses in Davostag. It is quite large, though at the same time shows modesty. Three cars are parked outside in the driveway, one of them parked hastily as if on a visit. Loud voices can be heard from inside.
A boy. Looking about 19 years old, with thick brownish blonde hair, green eyes, about 180cm tall. He is wearing a white shirt and beige pants. Breathing heavily, the boy raises his voice again.
"It isn't enough to simply shout on some damn walk in the street! Real, actual REAL opposition must happen. For the gods sake! Sweat, tears and bloo..."
"Enough!", he is silenced by the woman standing in the living room with him. 54 years old, with a stern face, shadowy green eyes, hair color is a sort of dark blonde. She is wearing her usual grey suit with white silk shirt and pussybow. Her name Lena Greger, born Troelsdatter, is the wife of imprisoned opposition leader John Greger, and the de facto leader of the increasingly large protests she called just a few weeks ago against the national government.
A man is with them, Jonas Jäger, tall, around 50 years old with greying brown hair, wearing a dark suit. A long time family friend, he turns to the boy, "I never knew you had such ferocity in you Erik."
The boy, Erik Greger, glances away, eyes filled with rage and anger. "What else is there to have? Huh? Dad is rotting away in jail, the corrupt fat pig Dahler just took away our election and all you can do is call for peaceful protests?", he pauses, grabs the table in front of him and leans in, closing his eyes. He continues, "The only thing we need right now is ferocity, brutal and unending." He stands up straight, turns to them.
Lena looks at him. "Erik, you better do as we agreed. You are allowed to listen in on what we say as long as you can be calm. Is that understood?"
He does not respond, just angrily looks down to the side.
She ignores him, crosses her arms and turns to Jäger. "Jonas, we need a plan. How ready are we? How far are we to go?"
Jäger thinks for a second. "My estimation is that people are afraid, but that it is in our people to be encouraged by the group to take action. We need to use social media, internet and other means to constantly remind people that there are thousands who dare go against the government. But the question is not for me to answer, rather it is for you Lena. How far are YOU willing to go for justice, for John's freedom?"
Erik turns to look at her with Jäger, while Lena looks down deep in thought. I'd do anything to feel his warmth just for a second. She looks up. "Okay. I want you Jonas to gather the party's executive committee and the other leaders of the opposition to meet me in Ideltorp. There I will lay out the plans for the future. We will...we will complete this to the fullest."
"I'll get right to it", Jäger says and then turns to the boy, "Erik". He then leaves.
Lena turns to her son "And I want you to go to Tårnbæk and get your sister here. I'll have your uncle keep you company until this ordeal is over."
Having calmed down, Erik turns angry again, "I refuse! I will not sit idly by while you intend on heading to the frontlines to free dad. I will join you."
Unfazed by his growing anger, and lightens her face, "Come here", she says softly. When was the last time I hugged him? He's become so tense these past months.
Relenting, Erik walks up to her and carefully hugs her. "How come you've become so political? You're more radical than the entire opposition combined", she says to him with a sense of teasing.
"What else can I be?" he says, "It's like...like one day I just woke up and everything was just..." unable to finish his sentence, she adds "so much different than what you were taught".
"I suppose", he says quietly.
They let each other go, still standing close. "Quite different from your sister", she adds.
"That traitor..." he says, scoffing.
"You need to be there for her, Erik. These are very dangerous times. Without family we are nothing, YOU are nothing." Not responding, he just looks down. "And I'm sure she'll come to see things differently when she gets older."
"Or not", he responds.
"Or not. And that's her right, that's what we are fighting for right now."
He turns his face to her, giving a submissive look as one would do to their mother.
"So please, can you meet up with your uncle and pick her up and come straight here?"
"Yes, mom" he says before going to another room to get ready to leave.
A couple of minutes later. She stands at the front door, observing as Erik is driving away to the city. As she looks at the car getting smaller and smaller, she thinks to herself. Soon, I'll make you a better world so you'll never have to show an angry face again. Ever.
Shining over large snowy fields, the sun is surprisingly strong today, but not strong enough to get rid of the far-northern snows. A large mountain range can be seen in the distance. The wooden house is yellow-colored, not unusual, but seen as a popular alternative to the common red houses in Davostag. It is quite large, though at the same time shows modesty. Three cars are parked outside in the driveway, one of them parked hastily as if on a visit. Loud voices can be heard from inside.
A boy. Looking about 19 years old, with thick brownish blonde hair, green eyes, about 180cm tall. He is wearing a white shirt and beige pants. Breathing heavily, the boy raises his voice again.
"It isn't enough to simply shout on some damn walk in the street! Real, actual REAL opposition must happen. For the gods sake! Sweat, tears and bloo..."
"Enough!", he is silenced by the woman standing in the living room with him. 54 years old, with a stern face, shadowy green eyes, hair color is a sort of dark blonde. She is wearing her usual grey suit with white silk shirt and pussybow. Her name Lena Greger, born Troelsdatter, is the wife of imprisoned opposition leader John Greger, and the de facto leader of the increasingly large protests she called just a few weeks ago against the national government.
A man is with them, Jonas Jäger, tall, around 50 years old with greying brown hair, wearing a dark suit. A long time family friend, he turns to the boy, "I never knew you had such ferocity in you Erik."
The boy, Erik Greger, glances away, eyes filled with rage and anger. "What else is there to have? Huh? Dad is rotting away in jail, the corrupt fat pig Dahler just took away our election and all you can do is call for peaceful protests?", he pauses, grabs the table in front of him and leans in, closing his eyes. He continues, "The only thing we need right now is ferocity, brutal and unending." He stands up straight, turns to them.
Lena looks at him. "Erik, you better do as we agreed. You are allowed to listen in on what we say as long as you can be calm. Is that understood?"
He does not respond, just angrily looks down to the side.
She ignores him, crosses her arms and turns to Jäger. "Jonas, we need a plan. How ready are we? How far are we to go?"
Jäger thinks for a second. "My estimation is that people are afraid, but that it is in our people to be encouraged by the group to take action. We need to use social media, internet and other means to constantly remind people that there are thousands who dare go against the government. But the question is not for me to answer, rather it is for you Lena. How far are YOU willing to go for justice, for John's freedom?"
Erik turns to look at her with Jäger, while Lena looks down deep in thought. I'd do anything to feel his warmth just for a second. She looks up. "Okay. I want you Jonas to gather the party's executive committee and the other leaders of the opposition to meet me in Ideltorp. There I will lay out the plans for the future. We will...we will complete this to the fullest."
"I'll get right to it", Jäger says and then turns to the boy, "Erik". He then leaves.
Lena turns to her son "And I want you to go to Tårnbæk and get your sister here. I'll have your uncle keep you company until this ordeal is over."
Having calmed down, Erik turns angry again, "I refuse! I will not sit idly by while you intend on heading to the frontlines to free dad. I will join you."
Unfazed by his growing anger, and lightens her face, "Come here", she says softly. When was the last time I hugged him? He's become so tense these past months.
Relenting, Erik walks up to her and carefully hugs her. "How come you've become so political? You're more radical than the entire opposition combined", she says to him with a sense of teasing.
"What else can I be?" he says, "It's like...like one day I just woke up and everything was just..." unable to finish his sentence, she adds "so much different than what you were taught".
"I suppose", he says quietly.
They let each other go, still standing close. "Quite different from your sister", she adds.
"That traitor..." he says, scoffing.
"You need to be there for her, Erik. These are very dangerous times. Without family we are nothing, YOU are nothing." Not responding, he just looks down. "And I'm sure she'll come to see things differently when she gets older."
"Or not", he responds.
"Or not. And that's her right, that's what we are fighting for right now."
He turns his face to her, giving a submissive look as one would do to their mother.
"So please, can you meet up with your uncle and pick her up and come straight here?"
"Yes, mom" he says before going to another room to get ready to leave.
A couple of minutes later. She stands at the front door, observing as Erik is driving away to the city. As she looks at the car getting smaller and smaller, she thinks to herself. Soon, I'll make you a better world so you'll never have to show an angry face again. Ever.