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Arrhazon City was in open rebellion. Fully half the city was in the hands of those in opposition to the government, led by Jahrae, Dr. Elsrensia K’avahra, M’traliel, and Jesnsera.
M’traliel, outside the area when the southeast quadrant sealed itself off, now led the Old City area – the part of the city llhaesa and Jahrae considered home. Once Old City was on board, the barricades to that section of the city in SEQ came down.
In an undisclosed location, Kukaeshra was on the cusp of releasing the now finished documentary on llhaesa ahrella t’yaeli. Well knowing the explosive nature of the contents, it was anticipated that there would be downloads numbering in the billions inside of two days. With all of those views, the rebellious areas would soon have significant company.
At precisely 6 pm, the two-hour documentary began. There were interviews with Saehressa, M’traliel, Hrilleae and Djellrin, and Aalon, the curator of N’rellia when llhaesa attended. Many other interviews were included, people who played some role in llhaesa’s life. Most especially, Jahrae shared her thoughts throughout.
There was extensive concert footage of llhaesa, including her playful teasing of Jahrae at Hrensa, her valedictorian speech and performance, and her full day performance at Nenseru Woods.
Clips of interviews were included, along with video of llhaesa through her young life.
The documentary was a portrait of an extraordinarily gifted child who grew into and embraced an extraordinary life. The full range of a human being showed throughout, the joys of a child, the love of a partner, the endless hours of practice, the satisfaction of achievement.
The film was poignant in parts, uplifting in others, and throughout viewers saw the full range of llhaesa’s personality, vision, and achievements.
One video clip was of six-year-old llhaesa, interviewed and performing for the Y’sre School of Music admittance board. This child handled herself with casual aplomb, completely comfortable in a high-pressure situation, sharing outlook more typical of someone ten years older.
Another showed llhaesa playing on Homecoming Day at her high school, the student body enraptured with her performance.
The interviews of Saehressa and Jahrae were particularly powerful, lamenting the loss of their loved one. Saehressa talked of how llhaesa’s loss was the second child her and Mrevan lost, her loss sapping Mrevan’s will to live, resulting in death once illness fell upon him.
Jahrae shared the range of their life, from vacationing on Overture and hiking in J’luhre Forest, to the teasing interaction and even their one and only disagreement.
Llhaesa’s political views and activism unfolded sequentially and chronologically, establishing how she came to government attention, how the government reacted, and how llhaesa countered their efforts along the way.
Watching the documentary, viewers saw why llhaesa earned the nickname ‘world treasure.’ Interviews with music critics talked of how she was without peer in Arrhazon music history, no matter the genre. Praised was her playing style and ability, singing voice, athleticism, and writing ability. Critics shared an example of each category, and accompanying video matched story to actual event.
Llhaesa’s fingers worked a keyboard, playing a complex piece at a seemingly impossible speed, while her voice soared as superimposed image of a meter indicated the true range. Viewers saw a clip of llhaesa playing with back to keyboard, from on top of a grand piano, and whilst in the midst of a skater’s spin, and finally, a critic cited what he thought was llhaesa’s most impressive writing.
E’sphara shared stories from llhaesa’s two stays at the Artist Colony, while an expert on social services shared an analysis of llhaesa and Jahrae’s various foundations.
The documentary grew tense as it staged a recreation of the raid on the llhaesa – Jahrae flat, leading to llhaesa held as prisoner, and recording the three songs to Jahrae, each played in entirety.
A professor who asked for anonymity appeared, cloaked in darkness, sharing his likely explanation of what happened once the government forces removed llhaesa from the flat. The recreation of this scenario played on screen, with this element accompanied by a new song, this recorded by Jahrae. Llhaesa wrote the song for her planned second release, but never had the chance to record it.
Jahrae felt the song summed up llhaesa’s life and outlook, while giving Jahrae the ability to sing with a voice dripping with the pain of a partner lost. Six minutes in length, the scene was graphic; guards beat llhaesa, striking her repeatedly until she dies. Once dead, guards throw her to the floor, spit on her body, and throw it in a garbage chute.
As guards feed llhaesa’s body into the chute, Jahrae’s voice presses onward in a chant of great angst, a hauntingly beautiful yet surreal sound calling out the visual element as the result of a government gone awry.
The body disappears, guards leave the scene, but a view of the chute door remains as the song reaches its climax.
The screen goes to black, and white text appears giving facts of llhaesa’s life and details of her government entanglements. The facts morph from information on llhaesa into documentation of Brellian’s excesses and murders, his reach for power and abuse of the system.
The facts end, and two images form a split screen: on the left, a wide-grinned llhaesa; on the right a screaming Brellian, a well-chosen image that showed him in a fit of fury.
A half hour after the end of the broadcast, every Athenaeum mirror site providing access to the download stressed to their limits. People poured out of their homes around the capitol district, and around the world.
City after city reported huge crowds beyond their ability to maintain order. Sporadic unruliness also showed in reports, while the crowds chanted for Brellian’s ouster. Signs appeared calling llhaesa a martyr and Brellian a murderer; llhaesa’s image was virtually everywhere.
In the capitol, Arrhazon City, the only city sector bordering the southeast quadrant and not yet joined in the cause was government centre, just to the north – the heart of Brellian’s faux empire.
In areas that still had power, large screens were set up out of doors, reprising the documentary, further stirring their passion for toppling Brellian.
New reports came in from other cities of government forces breaking ranks, running away while stripping off their uniforms.
By midnight, several cities reported ousting the local, Brellian affiliated governments, with provisional leaders appointed to oversee each area. One city found government troops trapped inside part of their base, the munitions building in the hands of rebels.
Learning of this ongoing incident, Jahrae established contact and convinced leaders to commit to non-violent change, else their unthinking and unwarranted action might jeopardise what they achieved to this point.
Kukaeshra’s extensive broadcast team covered the unfolding drama from around the world, image after image of waves of humanity, occasionally a building or vehicle on fire.
At dawn, the southeast quadrant and allies spilled northward, moving slowly but relentlessly across the 10 kilometres toward the government centre, with Jahrae, Jesnsera, and Elsrensia leading the way. Government forces were not visible anywhere, which was cause for concern.
Walking along the thoroughfare now a temporary pedestrian way, Jahrae thought of llhaesa, thought of her loss, of how she was lost, and how what was about to unfold was scant payback.
Llhaesa would be here, Jahrae thought, with me. Yet Jahrae struggled through her thoughts and actions, wondering what llhaesa would do in these circumstances, how she would view each event. In the end, Jahrae hoped that wherever llhaesa might be post death, she looked on with approval.
By the time this mass of people reached Brellian’s government tower around two in the afternoon, the protesting masses would number well over a million people.
There was much still to unfold prior to that time, including an encounter with the most fanatical of government troops. Jahrae sensed their presence, though she knew not where they lurked. For that reason, she ordered the captured armoured vehicles brought to a supporting position, ready to meet any challenge that might come their way.
The documentary of the greater life of llhaesa ahrella t’yaeli was as expected, was as advertised. The final element following in a progression of three llhaesa songs, the people of Arrhazon came to see the horrors perpetrated by their government yet kept from them through the last several years.
Llhaesa’s vision was about to come true, except she was not here to witness the fulfilment of her dream.