Hey guys! Just finished a five-page essay about a 1920s WWI story for my high school English class and I feel GREAT! Woo-hoo! *Hugs my cat almost to death*
The Tsar calmly ate slowly. He wore his fantastic dark military uniform stylized from uniforms from the early 1900s. In the dinner table, had his son, his supposed future heir - Which was female. His wife was long dead by then. As he placed his wooden spoon through the borsh, a Lotionese messenger rushed to him. Quickly, he said - "Royal Highness.. I have news, and as Malinkov hasnt arrived yet, I believe you should be the one to handle it quickly!" The Tsar stopped moving his wooden spoon, and stood up. Wielding a handkerchief, he quickly cleared off any bread crumbs or any food that might've gotten stuck in his beard. "Well? What is it?" he spoke valiantly. "Well you see.... There is a revolution in Pavlontsky. Revolutionaries were seen flying a red flag over the central hub of the city." The Tsar stood quiet for a few moments. Suddenly, he grabbed both his gloves, and simply said "Assemble what trusted forces we have, and send them into the courtyard. I have news to bring to them, and they surely will be happy about it". The Tsar turned around, quickly saying to his Heir, and his son - "Don't worry. I will return, after this is all over." And he suddenly walked out of the room.
The room was completely silent. The Tsar's Heir suddenly spoke to the Tsar's son. "...Shelomov, do you have any idea what happened to dad? Do you know why he left?" The son stood silent for a moment before saying, "He's.. Why do you ask?" The Heir stood silent for a moment before responding, "I see him talking to you multiple times. And whenever I ask him about it, he always clearly lies about it." Shelomov then says, "Fine, fine. He's going to grab what men he can, and try to restore the Tsardom... You of all people would know how much he talks about the Tsardom, and that the Tsardom was the true destined path for Yakuvony, Zhilova." Zhilova stood silent for a moment, before saying, "Then... Let us pray, while he's gone. Pray to god, that he returns home alive, healthy, and as a hero for the nation."
The Tsar wore his peaked cap, looking towards a large assembled army, who were wielding rifles and swords. Some flew the flag of the Imperial Standard. After a few moments, he stood up, and spoke with the most utmost confidence. "...Greetings. I am your Tsar, and I wish to inform you all today that will forever change the nation we live in, and the nation we're all proud of - Yakuvony... Earlier today. There was a revolution in one of our cities. The red flag of the revolutionaries flew, while the republic flag went down. I believe that at this point at time... It's clear now. The republic we follow doesn't work. It is time we leave the Republic, and return one nation that has been apart of Yakuvonian history. One nation that has saved us, the people and lotionese alike many times, and has served served us well. I am of course talking about... The Tsardom. We will leave this disgusting and nonfunctional republic, and begin our own nation - A nation to not only serve the people and lotionese, but a nation to restore something all the previous regimes been lacking. Restoring our pride. I, Bazhanov II, Tsar of Tsardom of Yakuvony declare that we will fight against the republic nation. And save the pride of our lotionese and people from damnation." Right after finishing, he spoke once again. "If anyone here wishes to leave, or disagrees with me, I implore you to step out." Almost immediately, no one moved an inch, and no one muttered a word. The Tsar nodded, then saying, "Good. Now, go men! Restore Yakuvonian glory once and for all! Bog s nami!" Within a moment, the men and lotionese yelled - "Bog s nami!" before charging out of the courtyard, and into the city, waving the flag of the new Tsardom of Yakuvony.