The Cheif sat, crosslegged, in the forest, the rough log below him his sole companion.
The distant chirping of birds, the burbling of streams went unheard by the Chief as he looked, mystified into the future.
He rose. It was not a powerful motion, it was smooth, flawless, his leather pants showed no wrinkles from the movement, the tassles bobbed agreeably.
He slipped his shirt on, spinning on heel to remember his way home, to Lakota.
Cheif Mighty River had lead a displaced people to glory, stripped of land, glory, honor by the europeans. The Iriquois had faced a cold, hard, world to the West. They had consigned themselves to a nomadic fate when Mighty River was born. He proved himself in battle, and soon in politics, maneuvering the disjointed tribes of the West together into a great Confederation, reminiscent of the ancient Iriquois Confederation, only greater. Sioux, Apache, La Paz, all were united with the Iriquios now in the Great Nation.
Mighty River had established the government himself, based loosly upon the teachings of American men who had escaped to the still free native lands, George Washington, Thomas Jefferson. Great River had read the history of the Europeans, learned from their mistakes, and established a strong centralised government, he had looked to his own history and built democratic ideals into the governments, compromise had left some regional autonomy to the assorted tribes, leaving each with the power to fill in the details of national laws and to tax as they felt was fit. diversity lent the necessity of religious freedom, trade was regulated by the Central Council in Lakota, Mighty River served as the Executive Officer of the government, some feared that the death of the twice unanimously elected Offcer would lead to the downfall of the United Nations of America, but he knew it was sound, he had built this house on firm soil, no storm could leave it humbled.
His hand brushed against his wrinkled face, he looked out into the forest, a sudden wave of pain eminating from his chest.
He felt dizzy, he realised that he had fallen, he put his hand out to steady himself, such things had occured in the past, he would have to ride it out.
Ride it out.
Ride i...t....
The hunters who found him, hours later, would weep with fear, what deamons governed the future?
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Telegraph lines were ablaze, votes poured in from each major city, where voting posts had been established for the locals and the farmers. Numbers were written, sloppy and hurried by assorted men at the receiving stations.
"Who's in the lead?" a calmer atmosphere pervaded the conversation of the two men who walked amidst this chaos.
"Silent Hawk," a look of approval passed between them, their heads lifting for this moment but quickly returning to their mellow posts, "He could lead us well."
"He was one of River's favorites."
A smirk shot across the taller man's face, his head lifting again, "Favoritism has nothing to do with it, this is democracy, competence is what is important."
"Silent Hawk knows what to do, knows how to do it. He is a good man."
"A brave man as well."
"Indeed, only a brave man would take up Mighty River's burden."
"Or a fool."
"Hawk is no fool, he must show us. His job is so much harder than River's. River had only to rule wisely, Hawk must show us that even we men can rule wisely. That it takes not the likes of River to rule."
His compatriot was aghast, "You speak of cheapening the government."
"On the contrary," he looked up again, into the torn eyes of his copmanion, "I speak of freeing it to the common man, despotism is instituted because man beleives it takes a god to rule him, that he is unworthy to have say in the government. Mighty River has built us a ship, his sucessor must set it's course."
Seeing the point his companion nodded, his eyes returning to the ground before him.
"We can only hope it is the right course."
"I am assured that we will be safe in the end."
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"My freinds and countrimen, lend me your ears.
"We come here to place a new man at the helm of our nation, to once again declare our unity in the selection of a leader. I am proud to be that man.My only hope is not to sully that image of leadership which has been engraved into our memories, my only prayer is that I lead us wisely.
"I do not promise that it will be an easy journey, it is likely that the years before us are fraught with pain, I only ask that you stand beside us, that we all stand together, as we write our names into history.
"Thank you, my countrimen. I am hinored that you think me worthy to bear this burden. I, Silent Hawk, make a vow, here and now, to lead you as best I can, may the gods of man watch over me and help to guide me to the paths of righteousness for the years ahead. May the Gods bless the United Nations of America."
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Orders: Begin pushing the Inuit peoples of the north to join us.
Begin rapid industrialization.
(Diplomacy)
Dearest Americans
The years have forges wildly different nations on that beloved continent of ours. We wish you luck on your nation's voyage. We would also like to join the Angle pact which you have forged with the English, I think that it can be agreed that our goals are different enough that we will not face conflict in our acheivement of them and that our nations are similar enough to announce a bond of brotherhood among our peoples.
Please consider;
Great Chief Silent Hawk