The Dancer Prince
Epilogue

Written by Ambassador Yrishna Wolf.


Eight months ago James Salsbury had been a Private in the armed forces of the Youri Rosbourg camp, now he was a Lieutenant First Class. He had been shaped by the defeat of the Segan Monarchy, realizing nothing was ever permanent. Many of his friends had fought the bitter conflict and had never survived to return to their home. For many months he had never thought the chance of hope would come. He had never thought that his hope would come from the destruction of that which he had thought he was saving. The Segan Monarchy no longer existed as its own independent government, it was now a province of a greater nation. Thanks to the leaders of the Segan monarchies, he could now put the memories of his lost friends to rest.

Lieutenant First Class James Salsbury remembered the evacuations that had taken place following some of the battles of the Segan Civil War. He remembered watching his company grow smaller and smaller in numbers as the army was pushed out of each planet until it was Chinon herself that was invaded and captured without a fight. He remembered the base atop the strategic mountain. He looked at his cigarette, smoking its last whiff as he threw the cigarette in a dispenser bag, the computer replying "thank you." He was now assembled with hundreds of thousands of civilians gathered to look at the ceremony that further confirmed that this new nation would exist and would exist for years to come. Under the observation of the leaders responsible for the signing of the Treaty of Arnouville, the oath was being dispensed.

"Please state after me," The chairman of the Council of Hokia stated as he looked into the new elected leader's face, "I, your full name, citizen of The Alliance, supporting the Treaty of Arnouville, and the laws of The Alliance, will exercise the powers of my office to ensure a free and just Land exists within The Alliance of Incorporated Worlds. I will exercise my powers free of corruption, free of greed, and filled with the spirit that is commanded by my office and the Treaty of Arnouville to ensure the safety of Alliance citizens everywhere."

"I, Timothy Wolf, citizen of The Alliance, supporting the Treaty of Arnouville, and the laws of The Alliance, supporting the Treaty of Arnouville, and the laws of The Alliance, will exercise the powers of my office of Alliance Arch-Prime Minister to ensure a free and just Land exists with The Alliance of Incorporated Worlds. I will exercise my powers free of corruption, free of greed, and filled with the spirit that is commanded by my office and the Treaty of Arnouville to ensure the safety of Alliance citizens everywhere," Timothy Wolf replied as he became the first leader of the new nation.

As all around the podium people cheered, James Salsbury looked at the podium staring as as Timothy Wolf embraced his significant other and gave her a kiss. Hate that had previously been there was replaced by love, he noticed it in the eyes of Alexander and Youri as they looked at one another. He was happy and content that he could now try and return to a normal life, one that had no military drafts. He wished it upon no one else that this civil war be repeated in their generation. They had destroyed their past, ripped it up into little pieces in order to allow for a stronger, better future to cherish them. History, he hoped would be kind in judging their actions during the war. They were only poor souls, each following what they thought was right. Now, they were steering in the right direction for what they hoped would be centuries to come.

- - - - -

"Good reading Jonathan, very good reading indeed," The teacher, son of Manny Sideki, at Starfleet Academy replied, "Before we proceed any comments?"

"I liked this book a lot more than The Chilam," Natasha Debraux looked at the teacher, "Is it true that your father was the Captain of the flagship at this time?"

"Yes," The teacher laughed ,"Remember this piece of history occured only about a hundred years ago. It comes to show why relations between what becomes The Alliance and the United Federation of Planets are still said to develop."

"What I don't understand, however," Cadet Lebrun asked as he looked at the teacher, "Why did Catherine wait so long to tell Maitre Wolf she loved him?"

"Aaaah," The teacher looked around, "Can anyone tell me why?"

"It's clear, it's because of Segan culture. Maitre Wolf might be a national hero even back then, but Segan culture just doesn't appreciate loving between the classes," Debraux answered.

"Partially correct, Natasha," The teacher wrote down on the board, "2499 - Styx War, 2500 - Civil War, 2501 - Alliance, these three years should be important years to consider when discussing Segan culture and how it changes. By 2501, changes that had been occuring for years and years finally came to a pitch and I think the novel captures that with Catherine."

The teacher sighed as the bell rang and he turned around, "All right, class for next week we're beginning Romulan literature, don't forget the freshmen ball. I hope to see you all there. Dismissed."

The curtains fell, as the Segan Monarchies took their exit cue. It was a soft bow and a quiet audience that nodded the players away. They had played their roles for millenium after millenium, until all the sudden time bidded it away. And newer still, an Alliance formed, stronger than ever before... In order to save the future, it destroyed its past. Destruction, chaos, recreation, eternal peace all dancing in a primordial abyss, all forever dancing as the dancer prince always will.