Hanseatic Republics
Establishing Nation
The night is darkening round me,
The wild winds coldly blow;
But a tyrant spell has bound me
And I cannot, cannot go.
The giant trees are bending
Their bare boughs weighed with snow,
And the storm is fast descending,
And yet I cannot go.
Clouds beyond clouds above me,
Wastes beyond wastes below;
But nothing drear can move me—
I will not, cannot go.
-- Emily Brontë (1837)
The wild winds coldly blow;
But a tyrant spell has bound me
And I cannot, cannot go.
The giant trees are bending
Their bare boughs weighed with snow,
And the storm is fast descending,
And yet I cannot go.
Clouds beyond clouds above me,
Wastes beyond wastes below;
But nothing drear can move me—
I will not, cannot go.
-- Emily Brontë (1837)
A cold wind blew across her blouse as she stepped off of the airplane that brought her to these realms of disorder. She had heard stories of Veronica the Chancellor of this country being shot just hours before she landed here. News of riots came with this story on her plane, but lacking a safe place to turn in the region she and her crew decided to press forward. She felt that should could possibly give hope to these southerners. She had much to give to these people. To never arrive after stating that she intended to seemed rude in any respect.
Now stepping down the stairs from her private airplane she adjusted her gloves and her hat which had been bothered by her movement and the weather. Her eyes had trouble adjusting to the brightness. The airplane was so dark. There surely weren't any loud cheers or fanfare though. Her shoes hit the tarmac and she walked forward as her blue eyes finally managed to focus on what was in front of her.