And there’s another country, I’ve heard of long ago, Most dear to them that love her, Most great to them that know. – Cecil Spring Rice
She is the Federal Kingdom. She is the torchbearer. She is the icon of freedom, the sword and shield of the common man, of Democracy itself.
For Four-Hundred-and-Fifty-Five years ago, the Confederation fired on colonial troops. For Four-Hundred and fifty-five years ago, the Democrats revolted in the streets.
For Four-Hundred-and-Fifty-Five years ago, the Royals gave up.
For Four-Hundred and fifty-five years ago, the Tribesman, the Republican, the Worker, the Noble, marched as one.
Ardenia is a state born from the brink of oblivion. A unstable experiment. The daughter of oppression and the yearning to breathe free. A example of what exactly happens when the human spirit is chained against a wall of tyranny and oppression.
The Confederation sent their sepoys, their quislings, their little puppetery tools, against the steel, mettle and flame of the Ardenian People. Of the light of hope and freedom itself.
And on that fateful day, they failed.
Ardenia is a nation of beautiful contradiction. Where burning the flag is patriotism. Where protest and dissidence are welcomed by the Government. Where the most patriotic thing is to go up upon a parapet and yell “I do not like the Government.”
Ardenia will go on a moral crusade. The lights of freedom will breathe free.
The Arc of History will be bent towards Justice and Freedom.
Or Ardenia will die trying.