Eldoria and I

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏: 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐄𝐥𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚

In the sprawling halls of the HOME Building, nestled in the heart of Remdant City, the Commission on Electoral Affairs (CEA) bustled with activity. High Commissioner Rupert Harrington, a distinguished figure with a penchant for precision, stood before a large map of Eldoria. His voice, authoritative yet tempered with anticipation, echoed through the chambers where preparations for Eldoria's inaugural Presidential Election were underway.

"Gather 'round, everyone," Harrington called out, addressing the assembled team of electoral officials. "As you all know, we stand on the precipice of history. Eldoria's first official Presidential Election will mark a pivotal moment in our young republic's journey."

A murmur of excitement rippled through the room, mingling with the rustle of papers and the tap-tap of keyboards as clerks diligently recorded every detail.

Harrington continued, his gaze sweeping across the map. "We will gather votes from all corners of our beloved nation—from the four regions of eldoria, "Aegar, Orothon, Rasher, and Wetris," he announced, pointing to each region on the map with a sense of solemnity and pride.

One of the clerks raised a hand, seeking clarification. "Sir, what about the Special Administrative Provinces (SAPs)? Are they included in the electoral process as well?"

Harrington nodded, his expression resolute. "Indeed, they are. The ten SAPs—Riverside, Valens, Blackwood, Silvercrest, Goldfield, Ironmark, Stormwatch, Brightglade, Swiftwind, and Starfall—will play a crucial role in determining our next President."

A young assistant, her eyes bright with eagerness, spoke up next. "Sir, when exactly will the election take place?"

Harrington glanced at the calendar on his desk, his finger tracing the upcoming dates. "The first official Presidential Election in Eldoria's history will be held in the month of Astrum," he declared, his voice carrying the weight of certainty. "On the 15th day, in the year 1928 AC."

As Harrington concluded his briefing, a sense of purpose settled over the room. The team exchanged nods of determination, fully aware of the responsibility entrusted to them. The fate of Eldoria's future leadership rested in their hands, and they were determined to ensure a fair and transparent electoral process.

"Let's make history," Harrington stated, his voice resonating with conviction. "For Eldoria, and for the values we uphold."

With renewed vigor, the CEA team set to work, their preparations now imbued with a sense of anticipation and pride. The countdown to the historic election had begun, and the echoes of their resolve reverberated through the halls of the HOME Building, carrying the promise of a democratic milestone for the Republic of Eldoria.

***

In the Campaign Headquarters of Walter Edward Brown, affectionately known as Mr. WEB, buzzed with feverish activity. Volunteers hurried back and forth, phones rang incessantly, and the atmosphere crackled with anticipation. In the heart of Remdant City, outside the headquarters adorned with banners bearing his campaign slogan, Mr. WEB stood tall, addressing a sea of eager faces gathered before him.

"My fellow Eldorians," Mr. WEB began, his voice carrying a blend of conviction and warmth that endeared him to his supporters. "As we stand here today, on the threshold of a historic election, I am reminded of the profound journey that has brought us together."

A ripple of applause and cheers greeted his words, punctuated by shouts of encouragement from the crowd.

"I stand before you not just as a candidate, but as a steward of our nation's values," Mr. WEB continued, his gaze sweeping across the diverse assembly. "Justice, fairness, and freedom are not mere words—they are the guiding principles upon which Eldoria was founded. Under my leadership, these principles will not falter. They will thrive."