Independent Republic of Silesia

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[[size 150%]]**Independent Republic of Silesia**[[/size]]

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**Ślōnskŏ Republika
Fla'ithas na Siléisí[[footnote]] What's the point of including an Irish name here? //-- Valorie Allorum// [[/footnote]]^^,@< >@^^[[footnote]] This is Modern Fae, you bloody moron. //-- Morríghan// [[/footnote]]
Republika Śląska
Republik Schlesien
Силезская Республика**
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= **Conspectus**

As the world's youngest country,[[footnote]] As of initial archival, which is 2041 //Anno Domini// (TL-1911). //-- L.S.// [[/footnote]]^^,@< >@^^[[footnote]] You can find younger breakaway regions all around the world, but you UN-sucking libs don't have balls to give them the recognition without your master's approval. //-- Morríghan// [[/footnote]] the Republic of Silesia[[footnote]] Later refered to as just Silesia for ease of writing. //-- Slozak// [[/footnote]]^^,@< >@^^[[footnote]] Not to be confused with the historial region proper, of course. //-- Val// [[/footnote]] is an odd daughter of Europe, and indeed the world at large. It stands as one of the first countries that carved itself independent after the fall of the Veil not through the power of institutional consecration upon the altar of the United Nations but from the will of its people. Born in the immediate aftermath of the GOC intervention in the Chaos Insurgecy-led Silesian Insurrection, Silesia remains as the first proper sign that the Coalition's way can be subverted and broken; that there is freedom still to be won amidst the order Undersecretary General al Fine so desperately imposes upon the world out of fear of another Occult War.[[footnote]] ...A sign that still remains evil by virtue of being a goddamn bourgoisie-ran, hierarchical artificial //thing//, come //on//.  //-- Morríghan// [[/footnote]]

But Silesia remains a symbol of much more than just revolution -- it also stands as a promise. A promise to all the citizens of this world that magic will not die out, as we had so feared that it would not two decades prior; that nothing will stop the wonder from reclaiming the Earth wounded and plundered by Normalcy; that those who live in harmony with it will always stand truer to themselves and the world than those who stand against it.[[footnote]] Some fancy words you've got there to describe what is essentially a wizard ethnostate, but alright.  //-- Morríghan// [[/footnote]] That our fight -- the fight of all those under the our banner -- to bring magic into the light and return it into the world was not merely a light show that came to be with the Veil's collapse, but a gift that will be accepted and cherished.

Indeed: Silesia is far more than a country -- it is the first permanent symbol that we shall never again be chained to live in darkness, no matter what banner those who threaten it may fly.

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= **Illustration**

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= //Territory of the Republic of Silesia (red) and other countries of the European Union (yellow), as of 2041.//

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= **Knowledge**

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Katowice[[footnote]] To be fully precise: at the current moment the administration remains stationed in Wrocław for as long as Katowice remains a ruin, but as soon as the reconstruction work will finish, this //de jure// is meant to turn into //de facto//. //-- Slozak// [[/footnote]]
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Unitary Parliamentary Republic[[footnote]] A bourgeois technocratic managerial type of regime with imperial core characteristics. //-- Morríghan//[[/footnote]]^^,@< >@^^[[footnote]] Commonly known as a liberal democracy. //-- Slozak//[[/footnote]]
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**Traits:** Silesia is a unitary republic located in Central Europe, bordered by Poland, the Czech Republic, Germany, and Slovakia. Administratively, it is divided into three major Voivodeships and a network of smaller counties

Legislative authority is vested in a unicameral parliament known as the Sejm, with the largest party currently represented by it being the Silesian Socialist Party (Left/Centre-Left) -- the main child of the former big-tent Silesia United -- in the current coalition government with the Sidhe Lounge (Centre-Left),[[footnote]] These bookburners bootlickers created a political wing for themselves? Who fuckin' let 'em? //-- Morríghan// [[/footnote]]^^,@< >@^^[[footnote]] Yeah, but as a single-issue party focused on protecting local Fae cultural heritage. //-- Slozak// [[/footnote]] representing the interests of the Fae minority. Other bastards of Silesia United include the liberal Silesians Together (Centre/Centre-Right) and the conservative Silesian People's Movement (Right), both of which have significant but smaller presences. Among the minor parties are also Kapuza Bazyliszka (Far-Left/Left), originating from local structures of the Serpent's Hand,[[footnote]] Or at least a faction of us, which decided to commit to the the mistake of parliamentarism. Good for them -- even better for us. //-- Morríghan// [[/footnote]] and various small but noticeable Neoinsurrectionists and Polish Reunificationists groups (Far-Right).

The President of the Republic holds executive power; however, the role is largely representative and ceremonial. The President is elected via a direct popular vote, with the position currently held by [[[the-face-of-silesian-independence-in-the-21st-century|Ry'hle Kiera]]] (of the Silesian Socialist Party), a figurehead of the independence movement who distinguished himself during the fights against the Insurrection.[[footnote]] Didn't he previously declare that he did not want to run for president? //-- L.S.// [[/footnote]]^^,@< >@^^[[footnote]] He did, but his party practically forced him to. He agreed to take office whilst the country is still rebuilding, but after that he said that he plans not to run for re-election and to retire from politics. //-- Valorie// [[/footnote]]

The judiciary branch operates independently of the Sejm. A cornerstone of this system is the Truth and Reconciliation Commission in Silesia. This body was established to investigate war crimes and wrongdoings committed by the Insurgency, the Coalition, and the Polish Government, to ensure a fair and democratic reconstruction of the nation from the ashes of the conflict.

**Nature:** The Republic of Silesia is a developed country with an advanced social market economy, which is currently focused on rebuilding regions devastated by the recent conflict. It is a welfare state with a European social model, complete with universal healthcare and free-tuition university education -- much like its astranged sister of Poland. It is also a member of the United Nations, the OECD, the Council of Europe and is currently in the process of integrating into the European Union, alongside the stabilization of its economic and political situation. Its main trading partners are the Czech Republic and the Republic of Poland, with whom it maintains peaceful but tense relations caused mostly by a small-if-persistant irredentist whisper going around some parts of Silesia. The country has a vibrant arts scene which has grown significantly as the region has fully embraced its own identity with the gaining of independence.

**History & Associated Parties:** The history of Silesia prior to the contemporary times and indeed its independence have already been better described in many other tomes which litter the bookshelves of this Library.[[footnote]] A very poor archival practice. Which tomes? Which bookshelves? Calling the first reader available to actually annotate this piece like it should very much be; if nobody gets on this within a week, do remind me -- I'll take care of it myself. //-- L.S.// [[/footnote]] Nevertheless, in as few words as possible here's the parts that actually do matter:[[footnote]] Once again a tremendously lazy and poor form. Slozak, would you mind redoing this yourself when you get the chance? //-- L.S.// [[/footnote]]^^,@< >@^^[[footnote]] Of course. First thing next week; gotta get back from Luxembourg first. //-- Slozak// [[/footnote]] first a part of the German Empire, Silesia eventually got handed over to Poland with the country's "move" to the west following World War II and the re-establishment of its borders. This way the region has remained for almost a hundred years -- right until 2039, when a [[[dark-sushi-file-no-120|failed Chaos Insurgency ritual]]] gave everyone in the region a talent for magic, and which culminated in the largest military insurrection this side of the globe has known in half a century.

It's a story that everyone around the globe who isn't living under a rock[[footnote]] Or in the deepest halls of this particular Library, so -- again -- please do clean this up. //-- L.S.// [[/footnote]] has heard in the last few months: what most people might've not heard, though, is the fallout proper of that came in the aftermath of the shitshow. The first one to freak out, when [[[stray-pigs|the Saucer came down]]], was the Coalition; that the region had fallen firmly outside their grasp was tantamount to insanity. The Polish Government quickly followed in the GOC's footsteps, under a rationale almost identical to the one expressed by those with whom it didn't wish to share the spoils of war. For whatever differences might have split the two organizations at the start of the conflict, in the end a Silesian flag rising over the fallen Katowice, cleansed from the Chaos Insurgency which had plagued it for months, made both of their rotten hearts skip a beat.

Thus our international order did what it always does when things actually threaten to happen: it called a gathering. Meetings were held -- which, as it was the Silesians who put this whole mess to an early grave, this time actually //did// involve the concerned peoples -- and a clear plan was made: Silesia would gain independence, effective almost immediately. Nobody except the Silesians wanted this, of course, but what else was there to do? With the GOC stretched thin and the Polish Government facing the kind of PR disaster that made the US interventions in Middle East look like a cakewalk, it wasn't as if all the other major players had any cards to play on this particular table. Silesia United pushed //hard// (and with the war hero honors they had just received, it wasn't particularly hard), and the rest of the European powers did what they had liked to do best for the last few decades -- made some speeches about unity and then went back home, happy to mostly remain uninvolved.[[footnote]] Thank you, John Locke, truly I would expect nothing less of you. //-- Val// [[/footnote]]

All that was left then, to save the face of our pitiful contemporary mirage of civility, was to burn some witches for the Coalition to win back some favor with the people. None of their own[[footnote]] Truly incredible how they were able to spin the story of Celesta to somehow make her out to be the victim of it all. A frankly astonishing -- if unsurprising -- display of propaganda. //-- Val// [[/footnote]] -- and none of the warmongers of the Polish Government or A.R.G.U.S. neither -- were found guilty, naturally, but the trial that they held for the New Engineer was a spectacle to behold. The whole thing lasted months, and each day of it was televised for all the world to see. What a show it was, too, with Al Fine as its main director, parading right in front of the cameras.[[footnote]] Although you strongly demonize her and the UNGOC institution here, when I had the opportunity to meet her, she seemed like a really nice person! //-- Slozak// [[/footnote]]^^,@< >@^^[[footnote]] ...What the fuck do you mean "when I had the opportunity to meet her?" //-- Val// [[/footnote]]^^,@< >@^^[[footnote]] It was during one of the conferences on youth political activity organized by UN, which I was able to attend thanks to my parents' contacts as former Foundation diplomats. //-- Slozak// [[/footnote]]^^,@< >@^^[[footnote]] There is a human saying not to blame children for their parents' mistakes -- but there is also a Fae saying to gut the noble's firstborn unto the third generation. //-- Morríghan// [[/footnote]]

Not that it got any proper conclusion, of course -- where the accused had truly been locked away remains a classified secret for "security reasons"[[footnote]] Unofficial info: I had heard rumors from some guys down in Wing H that the New Engineer was last seen being transported to a Coalition ship supposedly bound for the Antarctic. Make of that what you will. //-- Morríghan//  [[/footnote]]^^,@< >@^^[[footnote]] That's bullshit. My own guys had told me someone from the GOC snitched they aportated him right into their [[[goc-tale-sequence-farpoint|Pluto base]]] and made him a janitor to avoid anyone breaking him out and/or making him a martyr. //-- Slozak//  [[/footnote]] -- but by the very end it didn't really matter. The people had eaten their bread and were already growing weary of their circuses; all that they had cared about was that they were told that justice was served.

And for a very long while, that was that.

**Approach:** As is the case with all behemoths of this size, it is difficult to find a unified approach that we ought to have in regards to Silesia.[[footnote]] Hey so who the hell is writing this, again? Because this is total bullshit? The very reason we had come together in the first place -- and now I know all you shitlings might not remember that, but there is no way you do not know this -- is to fight the larger-than-life behemoth that was the Veil and the Foundation! You're in a Library: do your fucking reading, for gods sake. //-- Morríghan// [[/footnote]] Our Hand has mostly taken a seat back during the events which had allowed the country to come into existence -- due to our own internal schisms as well as the nature of how we organize having changed in the last few years -- but now Silesia is not a reality we can ignore for any longer.

You will hear some of our siblings suggest that despite this we should still stand back and let the international order[[footnote]] Al Fine's order, to be precise. //-- Val// [[/footnote]] do its thing: that this is not our fight and that to involve ourselves in it would be foolish. Others still will say that, if anything, we ought to agitate in favor of Silesia; that as a symbol of magic being reborn in the heart of Europe it should be our own //Aurora//.[[footnote]] ...The Fae Queen? //-- Slozak// [[/footnote]]^^,@< >@^^[[footnote]] The Russian cruiser, you fucking idiot. //-- Morríghan// [[/footnote]] And there are voices, too, which will be quick to decry the thing in its entirety as yet another spawn of the contemporary national way[[footnote]] You can just say that it was Morríghan who claimed this. I am not ashamed of my words. Are you? //-- Morríghan// [[/footnote]] -- a thing they claim to be just as harmful as it is artificial, merely recuperating in the existing status quo.

Whatever your own personal opinion may be, Silesia is a case to be carefully considered. Its existence may be good and it may be bad, but it is //pivotal//. It is //significant//. It is a sign that revolution may not be as dead in the wake of the 2040s as we had thought -- a sign that we ought to study and understand, in all that we will do going forward.

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= **Observations & Stories**

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I don't think you can really understand what it felt like in Katowice in October '39 if you weren't there, if I'm being frank. I really don't think that you can. Yes, the city was ruined, but it didn't matter -- it was like a weight had fallen off of our collective shoulders, and you could feel it everywhere. On every corner, on every street: it wasn't quite happiness, but there was change upon the autumn breeze. There was relief that this generation hadn't yet known.

Of course, the very next day something else replaced it: determination. For a better life and future; for a country that we had to bring back from the ashes. We were most certainly aware there were battles yet to be won until we could rest -- a whole city to rebuild and a nation to organize. But we were ready, the lot of us, and we were willing. We had already won one war, in spite of the odds: what was another one?

//-- Wiktor Mazur from Chorzów, human, 30-years old//

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I still remember where I was, when the news came that the Saucer had fallen. When they said that the red banner had been toppled and that the war was over. You don't forget the cold evening sun. The wind, blowing through your hair as each phone around you buzzes, all at once.

You most certainly don't forget the hope.

It was overwhelming at first, I remember, like something out of a fairytale. Out of a dream. That a war as drawn-out and bleak could ever end like this did not feel real. To me it didn't, anyway -- I had no doubt that Silesia would meet the same fate as all others whose freedom had been usurped by armed parasites. But there we were, and there //I// was: hopeful for what felt like the first time in years.

But here's the thing about hope: it's like a drug. And just like any other drug, once you get your first fix, there's only two things you can do: either get another, or let the comedown slowly kill you. You understand what I'm saying?

//-- Lurís Faolhán from Bytom, Fae, 25-years old//

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You want to know what I really think? That you can take the whole damn country and shove it up your ass for all I care! That's what I think! That you and everyone else in that government of yours can go fuck themselves!

I think that I had a son before this all went down, one with a wife and two beautiful kids. One who wasn't lucky enough to live somewhere else when the fire came. One who didn't have it in him to leave his home to be plundered; one who took up the arms and went to fight for the kids he knew al Fine wouldn't let out of the carnage.

I had a son. And they let him die in there, the Coalition, locked inside the perimeter like a dog. Worse than a dog: a dog you'd show mercy. A dog you'd show understanding. All they gave him is a public announcement to stay away from the Insurgency until they could come and liberate them all.

Do you want to know what I really think, of all those who come and tell me how proud I must be? That maybe when they say how tall their new country makes them feel, they should look down and see who it is that brought them this high. Whose corpses they stand on, each day they get to walk this earth.

What use have I got for this? What use?

//-- Zuzanna Tomasiak from Katowice, human, 47-years old//

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= **Doubt**

There has certainly been much said and done throughout the many years in regards to Silesia -- many verdicts were given and many judgments were rendered, here amidst these tall halls. We have listened to the voices of separatists and we have heard the anarchists; we have seen the words of the armed interventionists and read the declarations of the reformists. And now here we stand, amidst a Library that still seems to be booming with their echoes; amidst a topic that remains just as lively as it ever was.

But what's done is done: Silesia's is a tale that has already been told. There is no going back and changing its author or indeed its story -- but its ending may not be so fixed in place. The final sentence may yet be uttered; it is one thing for a country to be born, and a wholly another for it to survive. For it to prosper amidst the continent which it has wrought. Europe remains stable for now, this much is true, but what about the future ten years? What about fifty? Will the order which has been challenged and changed for Silesia to come into existence remain, or will it crumble under its own weight?[[footnote]] We can only hope. //-- Morríghan// [[/footnote]]^^,@< >@^^[[footnote]] I really do not think that advocating for total anarchy is a morally or socially responsible thing to do, but okay. //-- Val// [[/footnote]]^^,@< >@^^[[footnote]] Yeah, I'm not having this conversation with you. Go lick some boots if you're bored. //-- Morríghan// [[/footnote]] Under the lines which it itself has drawn on a map, a society that will never forget that which was done unto them? Under a country that, for better or worse, has blossomed in the heart of the once-stagnant Europe, forged in fire and ready to do anything to stay as it had come?

Yes, the prize of peace weighs heavy upon the Old Continent -- and so do the people which are meant to upkeep it. The fact of the matter is that, no matter the truth of their intentions, the men and women[[footnote]] I realize this fragment is phrased like this for the purposes of prose, but for the sake of future documentation I would really prefer if you all used terms that are more all-encompassing -- and indeed more accurate, given this particular country's population. //-- L.S.// [[/footnote]] who have returned home from this war will never be the same. And not just because most of them have now come to bear an arcane talent[[footnote]] Just use the fucking words "wizard ethnostate," god damn it! That's what it is! Not by design, maybe, but that's what it is! //-- Morríghan// [[/footnote]] they had never borne, but because they have seen the face of bloodshed. They have fought and they have killed -- and not all of them may have the strength to return to the everyday ennui that inevitably awaits them.

Worse yet, even those who have not lived through the war seem shaken, all around the world. There are whispers from the offices of eurocrats through the Kremlin walls and the People's Great Hall to the White House of what the respective governments could and should do, if a similar event were to occur on //their// ground; it is not quite paranoia -- not yet, anyway -- but it is //persistent//. And that is the worst thing an issue can be -- for if it remains in the air for too long, it will no doubt find its way into ears that are better left occupied by other issues.

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Let me make one thing clear: that this whole mess has occurred far beyond our borders does not mean it isn't of concern, to all of us. What we have witnessed was how the insanity of political radicas tears yet another beautiful country apart. And as if the same kind of lunatics all throughout the West weren't enough, Poland has now proven that it isn't safe from this madness either. But who can be surprised, truly, with how lenient they have all been on who they let pervade their country in the last few years. 

Still: it is a shame. A shame which, I can assure you, our United States will never know. I will not allow this [[[8000-dead-rats-hub|vermin]]] to take root in our home. Not under my watch. 

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-- [[[project-scarlet-dawn|Gen. Thomas Bowe]]], Sr. Extraordinary Resources Advisor, PENTAGRAM[[footnote]] Here's a million-dollar question for the audience: if we were able to [[[the-deathless-merchant-of-london|organize a hit on Percival Darke all those years ago]]], then what the fuck's stopping us from doing something similair with an even more engregious piece of shit like Bowe? The rot literally //runs// in this guy's bloodline. Come on, you goddamned libs. You're all spitting on the hard work of Enzan and all the others who died for the comfort of your freedom. //-- Morríghan//[[/footnote]]^^,@< >@^^[[footnote]] And what would you have us do, assualt a decorated officer and -- no matter his record -- an important western peacekeeper? How do you reckon that would go, when the whole of NATO would find out that //we// were the ones responsible for it? Can you so easily declare war against the US? Could you fight that war? Would you be okay with that? Do you think any of us would? //-- Slozak// [[/footnote]]^^,@< >@^^[[footnote]] My own opinions on Bowe notwithstanding, it //is// true his death would spiral out into a war on terror the likes of which we haven't yet seen. We can't afford it -- losing the foothold we have gotten in the West post Veilfall would thoroughly shatter our momentum. //-- Val// [[/footnote]]^^,@< >@^^[[footnote]] Then I really do suppose you have never seen the graves of those who didn't fight fearing they would die. I wish that I could say that I am surprised. //-- Morríghan//[[/footnote]]
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Between that and other just as equally discouraging words coming from all around the globe, it is increasingly more difficult to see Silesia as just a symbol of hope, and not an omen also. The more optimistic among us will no doubt say that once again the prophecies we have seen during the Impasse of it heralding final Occult War[[footnote]] Again a note to the first person reading this who may have a moment of free time on their hands: I would greatly appreciate it if someone could contact [[[i-was-the-queen-before-it-was-cool|Angevin]]] and let me know whether or not he still stands by his predictions. //-- L.S.// [[/footnote]] were proven wrong (or at the very least were postponed) and that we have lived to die another day, but the rest may have a different outlook: that we have outsourced the passing of the ages to war, to capital, and that Silesia proves we have merely replaced the chains of Normalcy with those of the industrial military complex and the capital which it serves. That we have permanently bound any chances of change and monetized bloodshed together, in the world that is to come.

Whatever the case, only one thing can be said to be certain, truly: that nothing will ever be the same in the history of our post-Veil times after Silesia again. Whether for good or for bad, this is a turning point -- one that will bring forward a world the likes of which we had never before seen.

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Tap, tap, tap. //Tap, tap, tap.//

A woman on top of the world bangs a pen against her desk for what feels like a millionth time tonight. She does not doubt that until the phone call comes, she will do so many times more.

The pen which rests in her long, black nails is custom-made, with a tip of irrilite and barrel writ with runes in a language still used only by three people on the planet; the ink that fills it is the product of a dead god sunken under the Atlantic, long since forgotten by history. The desk is similarly constructed from planks recovered from old Erikesh, the nails holding it together forged from chains which the woman is fairly certain were once used to bind wyverns under the palaces of Daevon.

Neither of these choices is of any actual advantage when it comes to using the items. The barrel is not made any more comfortable to wield thanks to its markings upon it; the words that come pouring from the pen's metal end are not magic and indeed are no different than any other signature she could give with it; and the ink most certainly offers real no power to said words other than the one which they'd already have, given the pen's owner. It //does// dry maybe three seconds earlier than its mundane counterpart, but it isn't like the woman notices it -- beyond signing her name under documents, the pen sees little actual use. The desk is not made more durable by its makeup, either -- if anything, its age makes its conservation a hustle she herself cannot carry out. Not that she ever //would// do it alone, of course.

But none of this matters -- that both items are nothing more than extravagant reminders of her own opulence is ultimately insignificant. Their price, too, is insignificant unto the woman's wealth. She is quite sure that either of them would bankrupt four generations of the median bread-eater and then some more, but neither item does as much as put a dent in her yearly budget worthy enough of being remembered. They are but distractions, fancy toys meant to take the mind off of things far more important, both to herself and those that come before her.

And tonight, it seems, they are not doing their job very well.

She sighs, then looks at her phone. It remains silent.

Again she holds the pen up and brings it down: tap, tap, tap. //Tap, tap, tap//. Midway through the seventh bang she rolls her eyes and throws the thing away, onto the desk. She never notices the loose ink stain the wood -- she is already too busy admiring the skyline presenting itself out of the window located right behind her. Its glass is rune-reinforced and so thick that to break through it would be tantamount to draining a whole city of its power for a year -- and beyond it lies a sea of neon smoke, its thick shroud choking the skyscrapers built upon skyscrapers that greet the woman's eyes. There are maybe six buildings reaching higher than her office. Three of them belong to the rulers of this enclave; the rest of them she will have taken care of by the end of the decade.

The light of the artificial Moon and stars manages to break through the smog and lights just enough to illuminate only the woman's desk and the elevator door directly opposing it; the darkness that lay beyond it might as well be hiding nothing else at all. She--

A sharp buzz followed by a quiet noise suddenly breaks her train of thought. She picks up the phone quickly enough that it does not ring again.

"Yes," she says to the person on the other side. "Yes. I will be waiting." She disconnects, puts the phone down, and snaps it in half. She puts her hands together, and takes a deep breath. She does not bother presenting a smile -- she merely turns her gaze squarely at the elevator.

The light above the door turns, and the numbers start going up: minus fifty, zero, one hundred -- and, inevitably, two hundred and eighty-nine.

The doors open with a silent //whoosh//, and through them steps a man. He has worked for her family for generations, and he has worked for them well: but none of his predecessors have ever done a job quite as good as he will, tonight. For in his arms he carries a long, wooden box -- one which he brings forward and opens up, leaning it against the wall next to the elevator. He exchanges a nod with the woman, then steps back in, the doors closing behind him.

It is the last ride he will ever take. She has personally made sure of that.

But her attention is already elsewhere, for the shine emanating from inside the box could rival that of the Moon itself. She smiles, and the glow dies down enough to reveal that which awaits her inside. That which she has moved heaven and earth to get -- that which she has stolen from a land which she had first radicalized through her money and influence and which she then turned into hell with the radicals she's armed. She hears that the land is now free, a country unto itself, but it is of no real significance to the woman: the only thing that matters is that the weapon is finally hers, taken from Vanguard's custody after more than two decades of planning.

And it is hers indeed: the Irrilite Tuner, a weapon of many a myth and the armament with which as the rumor claims Queen Mab had killed her sister in an attempt to steal her power, stands there in its full might right before the woman. The two-pronged spear is far larger than she had expected, but it does not matter -- it will be decades more before the world will align itself in such a way that she will be able to wield it, and in this time she will have it reforged to fit her arm.

No, the woman may not yet use the weapon or indeed harvest its might; but she is Iris Dark, heir to eternity and servant to none, and nothing but time separates her from learning how to wield the Tuner.

...And with it that which is hers by right: the whole world.

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