President's Chamber,
11:30 pm,
Corona Islands.
The dark night appeared as an piece of fine art with the clouds seeming as though they were brewing a storm within them. President Carter sitting behind his grand mahogany table, carefully read the details , which he had somehow never noticed earlier. The table had been beautifully carved to depict the freedom struggle. The president thought it was to remind the person behind it as to how expensive freedom is. The President stood up and walked through his vast square room decorated with the finest paintings depicting his land, the neatly woven handicrafts, the most enlightening books ever written and a beautiful bouquet by his window. The bouquet held tulips,lilly, roses and Jasmine. He stood staring at the mesmerizing beauty of flowers and the smell felt soothing.He glanced up at the full bright moon in the dark sky, the clouds reminded him of the storm within his head.
He recollects the line his late grandfather had once told him about his great motherland- "God made this the most beautiful land in the whole world, but to balance he also left it with the worst devils". As Carter reflected upon these words he heard his phone ring, he had asked not be disturbed. As he walked back to his table, he knew something very bad was on his way. He turns back, for an instant, to adore the beauty of his bouquet. He reaches out to the phone, with a clear mind he picks it up, a stern but concerned voice informs him something he was anticipating. As he hung the call , without uttering a word, sitting back in his luxurious leather sofa, which felt nothing less than throne of thorns, he let the reality sink in.
Reality that he now has to lead a war.
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Life of lies
General FictionPolitical drama covering the protagonist's search for truth and meaning in the pile of lies. Believes compromised, faith broken and mind lost- the crisis has struck. Is he ready?
