05-10-2025, 05:10 AM
The beginning of the end.
Distrito Real, Altéa, Egelion | 12:34 PM
The shift in the air was apparent in the city. The hot summer air was fleeting at the autumnal air came from the north. The city, quieter then usual, awaited the arrival of two highly important diplomats from distant lands. The hosts waited in a cold large hall. Golden paintings, mouldings, and elegant china waited for the diplomats. A room so golden, so warm yet so blistering cold. As the black state vehicles arrived to the palace, they were surrounded by royal guard and directed to scene the stairs to the entrance. Their arrival was semi-courteous. One diplomat was regarded as an enemy, the other a friend. They stepped into the golden hall. Waiting at their seats, five councilors in their white attire and maroon scarves, stitched with golden details. The diplomats sat to decide the fate of millions.
Mondragon II: "Welcome to Altéa, Madame Boutet. His Majesty welcomes you to the royal capital. Monsieur Pascal, thank you for your attendance. We have gathered you both here today to end the greatest stupidity of our time. We cannot go on and pretend that is all is fine. His Majesty, god bless his heart, is determined to bring a final peace to your nations, so long as you are all willing to accept terms.
We will be frank for we have not the time to so elegantly waste. We propose that the two fishermen be released immediately, Monsieur Pascal. In return, the Egelian fleet shall end the current blockade of resources to the mainland."
Pascal looks at the councilor and nods surprisingly. "This is acceptable to us, Your Excellency, I am honestly quite surpri--"
Mondragon II: "You are also to convince your government to end your fascist ways. We understand your policies have led to the ruin of the mainland. You are too leave Altéa and directly send this request to President Solé. The Island nation is to be recognized. These are our demands. Failure to comply will result in the self-inplosion of the Rildanorian State. Are we clear?"
Pascal: "Quelles idiots! You want me to singlehandedly ask our president to give up power and everything we've fought for?"
Boutet says nothing. She stares and very discreetly smirks at the unfolding debate.
Mondragon II: "Désolé, Monsieur Pascal, but you are in no position to debate our terms here. Your people are hungry. They are tired. They long for a better future...A future you are in no position to provide. Their desires are stronger than your will. It is best you trust us."
Pascal: "I cannot you monster!"
Mondragon II: "Monster? No no. His Majesty gives you grace. If you accept our deal and rid Rildanor of fascism, we can give you the aid you desperately need. It is your choice."
Montalivet II: "I can assure you the Armada will make sure you get this aid, as soon as you self-exile the fascists."
Pascal: "Merde, you are crazy to think I'll agree to this." He gets to from his seat and rushes to the door. He is stopped by the Royal Guard with their sterling swords.
Mondragon II: "Monsieur Pascal, I'm not sure your tiny brain intend this precarious situation. I'm afraid you don't have a choice anymore. Things are now in motion that cannot be undone. You either leave this city saving your people, or they will be the end of you."
Pascal stops and breathes. His forehead sweaty and face red. He turns slowly. "I will release the fishermen. I will call for a partial recognition of your shitty island, Madame. But I will CERTAINLY NOT give up my beliefs. I will not! NOT! NOT!"
His yells echoe in the hall. Then silence. An unbearable silence.
Mondragon II: "So be it, Monsieur. The people of Rildanor shall bring an end to your power just as they gave it to you. This is known.
Our Armada will be ordered to stand down and we shall end all hostilities as soon as you leave our hall. Can we agree?"
"Oui."
Mondragon II:"This agreement shall be written down and placed in the scroll of our laws. Such is the will of His Majesty."
The guards move from the door and they open them at the same time. Pascal rushes out in only 20 minutes. The councilors stand and prepare to leave.
"Foutet?"
"Oui Monsieur ?", she speaks to Mondragon.
"Go back to Meriath immediately. They will need you in the next few weeks. Thank you for assistance. Dios te bendiga."
"Thank you, Your Excellency."
"You are all dismissed. Gracias." He walks towards the long window in the room, picks up his coffee, and looks out the window into the city. Suddenly, the bustle of the metropolis was no match for the speed and identity of the meeting that unfolded
Distrito Real, Altéa, Egelion | 12:34 PM
The shift in the air was apparent in the city. The hot summer air was fleeting at the autumnal air came from the north. The city, quieter then usual, awaited the arrival of two highly important diplomats from distant lands. The hosts waited in a cold large hall. Golden paintings, mouldings, and elegant china waited for the diplomats. A room so golden, so warm yet so blistering cold. As the black state vehicles arrived to the palace, they were surrounded by royal guard and directed to scene the stairs to the entrance. Their arrival was semi-courteous. One diplomat was regarded as an enemy, the other a friend. They stepped into the golden hall. Waiting at their seats, five councilors in their white attire and maroon scarves, stitched with golden details. The diplomats sat to decide the fate of millions.
Mondragon II: "Welcome to Altéa, Madame Boutet. His Majesty welcomes you to the royal capital. Monsieur Pascal, thank you for your attendance. We have gathered you both here today to end the greatest stupidity of our time. We cannot go on and pretend that is all is fine. His Majesty, god bless his heart, is determined to bring a final peace to your nations, so long as you are all willing to accept terms.
We will be frank for we have not the time to so elegantly waste. We propose that the two fishermen be released immediately, Monsieur Pascal. In return, the Egelian fleet shall end the current blockade of resources to the mainland."
Pascal looks at the councilor and nods surprisingly. "This is acceptable to us, Your Excellency, I am honestly quite surpri--"
Mondragon II: "You are also to convince your government to end your fascist ways. We understand your policies have led to the ruin of the mainland. You are too leave Altéa and directly send this request to President Solé. The Island nation is to be recognized. These are our demands. Failure to comply will result in the self-inplosion of the Rildanorian State. Are we clear?"
Pascal: "Quelles idiots! You want me to singlehandedly ask our president to give up power and everything we've fought for?"
Boutet says nothing. She stares and very discreetly smirks at the unfolding debate.
Mondragon II: "Désolé, Monsieur Pascal, but you are in no position to debate our terms here. Your people are hungry. They are tired. They long for a better future...A future you are in no position to provide. Their desires are stronger than your will. It is best you trust us."
Pascal: "I cannot you monster!"
Mondragon II: "Monster? No no. His Majesty gives you grace. If you accept our deal and rid Rildanor of fascism, we can give you the aid you desperately need. It is your choice."
Montalivet II: "I can assure you the Armada will make sure you get this aid, as soon as you self-exile the fascists."
Pascal: "Merde, you are crazy to think I'll agree to this." He gets to from his seat and rushes to the door. He is stopped by the Royal Guard with their sterling swords.
Mondragon II: "Monsieur Pascal, I'm not sure your tiny brain intend this precarious situation. I'm afraid you don't have a choice anymore. Things are now in motion that cannot be undone. You either leave this city saving your people, or they will be the end of you."
Pascal stops and breathes. His forehead sweaty and face red. He turns slowly. "I will release the fishermen. I will call for a partial recognition of your shitty island, Madame. But I will CERTAINLY NOT give up my beliefs. I will not! NOT! NOT!"
His yells echoe in the hall. Then silence. An unbearable silence.
Mondragon II: "So be it, Monsieur. The people of Rildanor shall bring an end to your power just as they gave it to you. This is known.
Our Armada will be ordered to stand down and we shall end all hostilities as soon as you leave our hall. Can we agree?"
"Oui."
Mondragon II:"This agreement shall be written down and placed in the scroll of our laws. Such is the will of His Majesty."
The guards move from the door and they open them at the same time. Pascal rushes out in only 20 minutes. The councilors stand and prepare to leave.
"Foutet?"
"Oui Monsieur ?", she speaks to Mondragon.
"Go back to Meriath immediately. They will need you in the next few weeks. Thank you for assistance. Dios te bendiga."
"Thank you, Your Excellency."
"You are all dismissed. Gracias." He walks towards the long window in the room, picks up his coffee, and looks out the window into the city. Suddenly, the bustle of the metropolis was no match for the speed and identity of the meeting that unfolded
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