• MAY THE SUN NEVER SET ON THE VICTORIOUS SULTAN •
(Play song 'Ceng - i Ali' from album 'Muhtesem Yuzyil by Aytekin Atas' on Spotify on loop
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It was the year 346 of the Age of Yusrev.
The day that was anointed the name of "The massacre of the eternal night. "
Because on that blessed day, the sun never rose behind the endless fires.
"Long live the Padishah! Long live the Sultan! "
"May the Gods bless you with a long life! Long may you reign!"
The thunderous hails that echoed for the newly ascended Sultan, rose above with the flames that drowned the capital city.
They were so loud and joyous, that it sent a quaking wave of tremor in the frozen and scorching skies and shook the earth to tremendous quakes.
"God willing, may he bless your prosperity! "
"May he hoist your sincerity! "
Amidst the roaring bolts sparkling in the skies, in the Empire that was being drowned by the tears of the weeping paradise,
In the cold winds and stormed seas, raging armies and people of the sultanate celebrated the end of the darkest eras in the history.
And plauded the mark of the golden age.
That night, the world collapsed into a chaos. The rebellion led by the new sultan and their ally slaughtered each and every flesh that fell in their furious gaze.
All in the sight that thirsted blood, the hollers of the angry beasts of the Jannesaries slain through the numerous treasonous necks. Like cannibals, they chewed down on the bones of many traitors that had betrayed their master, like a pack of savage, hungry hounds.
The capital was set to an arson. The city which was known to the world as "the abode of paradise", became a living Jehenum by the turn of the dusk.
And as the sun set, so did the destiny of the previous sultanate.
The wails and cries of the butchered people drowned the crackles and tumoultorous collapsing of the capital to dust.
In the rumbling cyclones that fanned the fire to horizons and beyond, the clanking and swishing of swift swords and the bolting of guns and cannons defeaned the poor animal that creeped around the chaos.
Blood, blood. Fire, fire.
Chaos and ruin. Everywhere.
Wherever the eye moved, corpse and fighting rebels welcomed the sight.
In this day of the terror, the coveted throne was scrambled to dust.
The swords bent towards the earth, the sky darkened, thunder pealed, lightning flashed, and the whole world was wasted by famine, bloodshed and pestilence.
The palace of the sultan was stormed by an army of staggering thousands. All of them which ruined the denizens of the golden walls and painted the invaluable paradise with their blood.
Pillars and towers and palaces fell down to earth. The echoes of the thunderous bolts of lolling heads in blood and screams of people being skinned mercilessly haunted the three continents.
The treacherous neighs of the maddened horses that galloped on the command of their equally barbaric masters.
That night was infinitely long. The tunnels of suffering and agony did not seem have an ending ray of hope.
Hellfire rained on the world.
The sun never rose that dawn.
At the set of the dawn, the sun retreated behind the devastating grey clouds that arose from the smoke and soot of the stormed paradise.
And as if wanting to weep, it was now pouring down on the blazed lands.
The giant flames ceased and vanished along with the cool raindrops. The wind grew into a disastrous blizzards.
And before one knew it, the new sultan was now high amongst their people. Looking at the crowds of millions that had assembled in the palace grounds to jeer for their astonishing victory.
None of them flinched to be soaked in the rain and be roated in the scorching flames that surrounded the forbidden City.
Even with dried throats and cracking voice, their screams erased all the melancholy and bloodshed of the massacre that had just come to an end.
Their eyes only gleamed at their yearn for Sultan, for whom they prayed and cheered with their utmost loyalty.
The Sultan, who stood with their head held high on the Tower of Justice, stared at the hollering people with bleak but determined eyes, upon whom they will be ruling for the rest of their life.
"Long live the Sultan! "
"Long live the ruler of the world! "
The cheers of victory that sounded so sweet like jaggery, left a bloody aftertaste in their mouth. Their hands stung with the nauseating stemch of blood. But the clothes that covered their entirety smelled of the fragrant smoke and dust of the collapsed palaces.
The heart of the Sultan was overwhelmed with such a boisterous crowed hailing their supremacy. The hand painted in warm scarlet clutched a little too tight on the soaked, disheveled Kaftan.
"The future is ours, my love. So do not be afraid. "
The soothing voice of the Sultan's beloved soothed the trembling mind shaking in acrimonious guilt. The eyes that longed to cry, but couldn't. Being the Sultan, one had to stand tall and strong.
To assert their power. To hold tight of their crown.
But the loving hands that stroked the precious hair of the Sultan so softly, was a hand that would never let go and stand beside them for the rest of their life.
"So if you go through ice, or any storms,
I will always be there for you.
I will always be by your side, my Sultan. "
The Sultan who turned to look at the beautiful face of their beloved, saw the eyes that glimmered with unquestionable love and loyalty.
But mist of all, they were the eyes of the beloved that admired the Sultan.
Clasping their hands tighter with their beloved, the Sultan smiled brightly. Imagining the bright days that will welcome them ahead.
The eye-dazzlingly bright future that awaited the empire.
The beloved who mirrored that enchanted smile, sparkled in happiness to see their master at peace.
Looking at the people who cheered for their victory, the Sultan and their beloved smiled together in the pouring thunders.
The eyes that reflected the rising flames and vanished waters, looked forward to an upcoming future where their would be no darkness.
"Long Live the Sultan!"
"Long live the Padishah! "
After fighting endless wars and crossing countless oceans of blood, here they were.
Among the people who shall always be loyal for the rest of their lives.
"And so shall I be with you, my beloved. ", whispered the Sultan, looking forward with a heart full of peace.
" Let us be together, and fulfill the dreams that we relished for our magnificent empire.
I need you by my side. Your love and kindness, is all that I ask the God for."
"Always."
"Always? "
"....... Always. May I be burnt in these flames if not always. "
The loving eyes of the people that admired their new Sultan, and their fiercely loyal beloved.
But so strange was it that they were not repulsed, instead attracted to their majesty like a bee attracted to nectar.
"Long live Güneş Sultan! Long live the Vizier - e - Azam!"
How new was the reform and vehemently welcomed with applause and victory!
For the first time in the millennium old history,
Sultan of the Oztulxeir Empire that ruled the world was a woman.
A powerful woman that was celebrating their victory with the people's chant of her prestige,
With her loyal husband and the Grand Vizier of the Empire, the beloved that stood by her side for eternity.
"May the Sun never set upon you, my lioness! "
The husband that was now kneeling down and kissing her blessed hands.
The husband whom she loved and admired and would be winning her ambitions with.
"May the God save us from the disgrace.
May he destine us to show the power and justice of the Oztulxeirs to the entire universe and all the three divine realms. "
This powerful women who stood in the blazing capital of Ixtanburid city, would come to be known as the Sultan of the Magnificent Century of Golden Age of the Oztulxeir Empire.
With the ambitious and most powerful Grand Vizier who shall be her armour and her strength.
This reincarnation of the Goddess of prosperity along with the God of Chaos and Victory.
The illustrious Grand Vizier who was known as Cihangir Pasha had a wife with the nerves of the steel.
The magnificent Sultana with the intelligence and valor of the Suns.
Her name was Güneş.
The magnificent,
Güneş Sultan.
Maybe the sun was humiliated and hid behind the thick fog of the rains,
It hid away from the humiliation of its dullness against the blinding light,
of the Sultana whose name was of the Sun.
