William E. Spear
Volume 1, Issue 8
The Voice of the Power station continued: “To understand these presently strained circumstances and future corrections we must turn to history. For more than a thousand years Eniarkians and Aissuvians were one people.”
“Throughout time we had a common historical and spiritual space. Our shared ancestry grew from Old Aissu. A single language created economic ties that spanned a millennium.”
“However, in the midst of Dark Times from a century ago were those who divided us and pitted one group against one another. During that time, when our modern country began to emerge, our own leaders severed land from Aissu and created Eniark. They did this horrible thing without asking the millions of people living there what they thought.”
As the Voice of Power spewed, Eniarkians chanted WEEP, their national anthem:
“Eniark! Oh, Eniark! Long may your music ever play!
“Where Brothers and Sisters sing your songs and then
“The discord of our enemies will be silenced
“And we shall rule our much-loved country once more.”
Before the chorus was spoken, the Power continued: “Citizens of Aissu and Friends around the world. The harsh treatment of Eniark is important for us. I am speaking to explain what happened as well as future steps.”
“Eniark has always been an inalienable part of our own history, culture, and spiritual space. They are comrades, colleagues, friends, and people. We are a single people bound by blood and by family ties. Because of these facts, Eniark was never meant as a separate country.”
Eniarkians gathered in hamlets and villages around the country. They convened emergency meetings in towns and cities. Everyone everywhere denounced the aggressor.
The Power went on: “The scars of misguided Aissuvian leaders were allowed to lay open for more than seven decades. Today, we are taking action to address their past crimes and reunify families long torn apart.”
Another verse of the National Anthem was begun but cut short by a sound most had never heard and others prayed would not come again. It started low and escalated to a high-pitched wail that reached every corner of the country.
It was the sound of air raid sirens.