It's ilurrrverussia here! Da, I'm going to get in trouble for this. That's what you get when you help your bestfriend! :'( Anyway, enjoy and R and R!
Emptiness.
That's all Ana felt at his funeral.
Pure, bitter Emptiness.
He was a good man.
An honest man.
She couldn't understand why he had died.
Her former President.
Her kindest President.
The one person she had created a fatherly daughter bond with.
Now he was dead.
He had made peace among many European countries especially her own.
But just like that he was gone.
Dead.
He may have been 75 but he was healthy.
Czech KNEW he should still be alive.
If he has been murdered…
If he had been murdered then god help the assassins.
She swore she'd hunt them down and kill them.
Give them the punishmet they deserve.
Even though it went against her vows.
Her Promises.
But…
She wouldn't bring herself to kill them.
Or even harm them.
It went against everything he stood for.
She would not let him down.
She would not let Vaclav Havel down.
She'll look after Lucy, no, Slovakia.
Just like she promised him.
She'd look after her sister.
She swore upon his grave that she would.
Now as her and her sister's colours flew in the sky.
In honnor of him.
She scilently crept into the background.
And slowly disappeared
To finds her sister.
And to visit their former Presidents Grave.
To honnor him to he end.
She and her 12 year old sister.
Watched the grave until the last person left the grave site.
And as her sister wept.
She stood strong.
Eyes wide open.
Lips Sealed shut.
And as she untied her long flowing white hair.
She unsealed her dagger.
And much to the shock of her sister.
Ana took the blade to her head.
And cut her lovely silky hair off.
As the strands were taken away by the wind.
Czech vowed she'd do anything in her power.
To both protect her German Brothers and Her Slovakian sister.
And to always stand for what her 'father' always stood for.
No matter the consequences.
She swore.
By her hair.
Her Life.
And by Vaclav Havel himself
She swore it.
Her Solemn Oath.