The most famous and lasting image from the uprising that removed Brellian from power was that of a close up of a young child.

In the image, the child was in the foreground of most of the picture. There were hints of inclement weather – the child’s face was obviously wet, the hair falling outside of her hat showed beads of water, and the brightness of the picture was muted, though the colour remained vivid. The child’s expression looked as if the very weight of the world was carried upon her shoulders, that she had suffered some massive injustice.

The child was dressed for cool and wet weather, her hair streaming out both sides of a cuffed, bright yellow rain hat; her hair showed signs of being stirred by a moderate breeze, blowing from the left; one thicket of hair lie across her face at the chin. A matching slick and somewhat reflective raincoat covered her torso and arms, though the folds of the coat sent any reflected light off in various other directions, away from the viewer.

A glowing electronic candle was in the firm grasp of both of her small hands, hands held roughly chest high and up against the very young woman. There was little doubt that her hands were holding strong, projecting her inner determination and resolve.

If one looked closer, they could see the child was standing outside of a building – one those who knew her knew housed her very own flat, along with housing Jahrae Khentavra and until her death at the hands of the government, llhaesa t’yaeli. Both were very close friends of the child and her mum, and had they been asked, both llhaesa and Jahrae would readily have claimed the child as ‘family.’

A year later, when the documentary on llhaesa was released to the world, the promoting image that accompanied the for sale copies of the documentary – as well as promotional advertising on the illegal stations – was of this child’s image.

The child was Chsensera, all of 5 years old, and she stood outside on that gloomy, rainy, and raw day for more than 11 hours with her mum. She was hardly alone in keeping vigil, and she stayed until she fell asleep on her feet.

Jahrae, by way of Kukaeshra, had released the first of llhaesa’s 3 last night recordings; it swept over the planet as if the light of a suddenly activated bright new sun shone in the sky. When a stunned world reacted in outrage to the music release and the accompanying explanation and information disseminated along with it, EREGS quickly planned and organised a silent vigil in Old City, to be held in the park across from, and right up to, the T’yaeli – Khentavra residence.

Even with two days of inclement weather preceding the vigil, people started arriving early in the morning of the day before, setting up tents and makeshift lean to’s to shelter them from the weather. By afternoon, there was little room left for makeshift shelter, and so some took to stringing tarpaulins between trees.

By the morning of the vigil, a substantial part of the area was blocked to vehicular traffic. Police were massing around the perimeter of a 400 square block area, but they wisely stayed outside. One false move, and there would have been a rebellion launched on the spot. And so a good part of Old City as well as the entire southeast quadrant was inaccessible to government enforcers; the streets were now in the hands of the people.

Chsensera, this five year old, normally bubbly and happy go lucky child, was fully aware of the planned vigil, and no one was going to keep her away. Khaehala was not at all sure how her daughter had become so well informed, or how she gained this specific information; sometimes Chsensera’s resourcefulness knew no bounds. Khaehala wondered if Saehressa harboured similar memories of llhaesa as a child.

Khaehala shared her daughter’s outrage, which for her was compounded by how the government conduct would directly impact her daughter now and in the future. As Khaehala saw it, she was surrounded by women of strength – llhaesa surely was, Jahrae, M’traliel, and incredibly, her own five year old daughter. Here Khaehala had thought llhaesa would teach Chsensera music that the child would love to learn. What she now knew was that Chsensera had somehow – even at her young age – sought out and found like minded, powerful women, There was no doubt in Khaehala’s mind that some well aware and powerful inner instinct guided Chsensera to congregate with and be amongst her peers.

There would be footage of the child of resolve and incredible stamina in the documentary. Both Jahrae and Khaehala possessed significant footage of Chsensera, Jahrae, and llhaesa together. The documentary would show how these bonds formed, and it would show why Chsensera was unrelenting – until she fell asleep and dropped – while holding vigil to honour the memory of her fallen friend.