The war, to end all wars.

My Story begins at the end of another, My mother. She was a powerful woman, ruling over a small country in the Pacific Ocean. That country is called Aleksandria. As I stated before her story ended, with her death as most people do. In my culture, it is believed a person’s life is like a story book, that is told to the future generations that will come after them.

We also have believed in a simple monarchy style government and lifestyle for the last forty-five years, and my mother was our queen, with her death I have been promoted to higher power. I have not been looking forward to this moment in my life at all.

Being a queen means I must take control handle business and other responsible things, don’t get me wrong I do have history when it comes to government running and politics, but I am still nineteen.

All that concludes to where I am currently, sitting a chair in the capital of Australia, why you may ask? My mother used to be super close ‘friends’ with the prime minister.

Ever since my mother’s death I have been coming over to stay to discuss things such as my alliances with other countries and current world affairs. Which I knew nothing on, as the entire three months I hopped back and forth through countries I had not paid attention to anything, all that stuff sounded like violence and I’m not a violent person.

“Aileen, please it would be best if you focused on what I’m trying to tell you. Do you or do you not want to be a good world leader?”

Prime minister of Australia circa 2063, reading minds. Classic Austin Newport always saying what’s being thought. God, I love this man.

“I was just writing in this new journal I got, before mom died, she said it was a good source of release so I’m just testing it out. Y’a know?”

I sat the book down on the table contemplating my words for a few seconds, death is supposed to be sad. That’s what western culture tells me, but I’m not sad at all my mother told me to celebrate death. Still bringing her death up hurts my very soul to the end.

“Look Aileen I know its hard to lose someone that you are close with, especially your mother, but I need you to get up and start being responsible. Can you do that for me?”

“I’m not sad in the slightest, my mother wouldn’t want me to be. I was just writing, that does not mean that I’m grieving. I am far more responsible than you will ever be.”

“Yes of course, the first stage of grief is denial, which is what you are doing. Get your bags ready, you’re going home.”

“Frist of all, not grieving. Second, I’ll show you, the moment I land on that Island you’ll be so impressed by my responsibility you’ll explode with pride.”

Austin shot me a confused look, before standing and walking away.

I stood, the distant feeling of sadness that was in my mind, quickly being replaced with different feeling.

That feeling went by the name control, it came a swooped me off my feet, and tossed me into the air. Giving me a lightweight sensation.

If I was grieving, I sure as hell did I pretty quicky. As I had just entered the last stage… Acceptance.

I quickly packed my things with urgency. After shoving all my things into a small suitcase, I flopped back onto the sofa that was placed in the middle of the room I had been staying in.

I felt free of all concern, like that calm you get before a storm, or that feeling that is said to be in the eye of a Hurricane.

Yeah, that’s more accurate, I am the eye of a hurricane. The winds are the earth, and I am that peace before a storm.

I am the sound of survivors calling out to family after, I am strength, I am power, I am a queen.

I stood up and grabbed my suitcase. Running to the grand staircase of the house and sitting on the rail and sliding down.

When I reached the bottom floor, I was meet with the sight of someone unexpected.

If my eyes don’t deceive me, that’s Lance Hamburg, prime minister of England, which is kind of weird because you usually schedule meetings and he just showed up.

The man was speaking with Austin, from my angle I could see the concerned look on Lances face as he spoke, perhaps about a serious topic.

I found myself lost in thought, contemplating what the two men could have possibly been talking about. So much so that I hadn’t noticed that their conversation had long ended, and Lance was now standing Infront of me.

“Who might this, young, lady be?”

“Oh, sorry Lance for not introducing you two earlier when you arrived. This is Aileen, Queen of Aleksandria. Certainly, you remember her from a few weeks ago?”

“I must have forgotten about her, She’s the daughter of Ramona The II, correct?”

“Yes, sir”

Lance took a long pause to look at me, his eyes darted from my bottom to top. As if her were observing me.

“I like your dress, how old are you?”

“I am nineteen and thank you for the compliment. You’re the first person to do that whilst I have been here.”

I spoke ion the most professional tone I could muster up, which was certainly noticeable as fake.

“If I may can, I ask what you are here for, I would like to be caught up on everything going on in the world.”

“I’m sorry, Aileen, but I would rather not get you involved in this. It may not be anything other than a small dispute.”

Austin looked at his watch intently. Before throwing his arm over my shoulder to speak to me.

“oh, would you look at the time, fourteen’ o’clock, so soon. We’d better get you on that flight, Aileen.”

“In, that case I ought to be going too, I have a meeting with Ericka in less than five hours, and I wouldn’t want to be late.”

“Goodbye, Lance, have good time in your meeting.”

“Goodbye, Austin”

After Lance walked off, with three men trailing behind him, I felt someone grab my hand. Naturally I went to see who it was, only to be meet with one of my court maids, taking my suitcase form my grip.

I am no stranger to having things done for me, but it still makes me quite uncomfortable.

Soon enough, me and Austin sat in the back of a car, heading to airport. When finally, Austin decided to speak to me.

“Aileen don’t let other people get to your head. I don’t know if you could tell or not but, Lance was trying to make fun of you, he was hoping that you say something like that. Lance isn’t the words nicest person.”

“Oh, really, I couldn’t tell, and even if I could, I don’t let words get to me. Their will always be that one person.”

“Are you sure, you took that ‘compliment’ to heart, and I just wanted to let you know.”

After a while of dry conversations, and topic about current world affairs, such as, Belarus’s desperation to become a nation, and the state of Liechtenstein’s current rebel, we arrived at the airport.

Boarding that plane back to my own country felt so nice and relieving.

I would be able to take the measures and control to become, a great world leader and, make a change on the world.

Thank you for reading the first official chapter of “The war, to end all wars”.

I have been working on this for so long.

I am happy to be able to get feedback and criticism.