After three days of intense negotiations and failed debates, John agreed to have the Rebels remain on the Earth and all was set. John and the others buried Aidan and, with him, their past.
Alex walked to the spacious window and stared outside to see people entering the university. All the students had one or more family members with them; mostly parents.
He slammed his fist on the table. A glass of water spilled over and fell onto the white marble floor where it broke.
A knock came from outside of the changing room. “Alex?” Uncle John’s voice called in. “Everything alright in there?” He opened the door. Alex’s face was buried in his hands.
The boy’s pent up agony and turmoil emitted from him like an unhealthy glow. Ever since his mother had died, the sad loneliness had never left him and it increased year by year, remaining dormant most of the time. Due to his tough heart, Alex didn’t often show his emotions. Today, however, was proving to be a little difficult and for good reason. “Alex,” John’s fingers combed through his nephew’s hair. “What’s wrong?”
“Don’t look at me, Uncle John. I don’t want anyone to see me this way. I have to be strong!”
“Who told you that holding things in was being strong?” said John. “The dictators of history, the emperors long gone? They did what you’re doing and look what happened to them. They all died before their time. Look,” he sighed and took a chair to sit down in front of his nephew, “I’m not saying you should show your emotions in front of the public. But, if you hold on to these feelings of hatred, anger, jealousy, lust, or as in your case, grief, it’ll deteriorate you from the inside out. Let go of your emotions and the past. Learn to be stronger than that. Cry and mourn for those you loved, but then you must make the departed happy as well. What would your mother say?”
“I don’t know what she would say.” Alex said with iciness in his voice. “I never knew her.” He got up and walked to the sink where he splashed his face with water. He remained silent and watched John through the mirror. John returned a look of equanimity. Alex turned around and wiped his face and hands. “And what about my father? Where was he?” Alex could see John’s eyes twinkle at the mention of his father.
John sighed, “Your father was a great man.”
“You say that always. I want to know who he really was. What was his name? What did he do? How did he die? I’ve asked all these questions and more and every time you give me this generic answer. All you’ve told me was that he gathered the remnant forces of the Human Army. Then, why wasn’t his name mentioned anywhere? Even if it is classified, I got a right to know, don’t I?” Alex fished out his gown from the closet and put it on. “I’ve had enough. I want to know everything.”
“Maybe later,” John said. He stood up and brushed the creases from his nephew’s gown and placed the mortarboard on his head. “I promise we’ll talk about it later.”
“But—”
“I can hear the crowd outside. They’re growing impatient. I gave the commencement speech.” John held Alex at arm’s length. His eyes looked fiercely into his nephew’s. “Now it’s your turn to give the valediction. Hurry up. I said I promise, and I mean it.” He put his arm over Alex’s shoulder and led him out. “Let’s go.”
The University Auditorium was vast not only in space but also in history. It was here that the Revolution of 3333 occurred, when University students disagreed with the Council and tried to usurp the government. At the time, Alex was five.
The Constitution of the First Year of the Regnum was signed at the auditorium. After five years it was reinstated into a new constitution and ten years later it was redrafted and made final. This was one reason why the Revolution of 3333 happened. The Second Constitution stated a life-term of the Council Leadership and of all other posts but this was redrafted after ten years when revolutionaries demanded elections of shorter terms instead of appointments with life-terms. This was satisfied excepting the clause that the Council Leadership was still made a lifelong position, including the position of the Leader’s Chair. Because of this there was an unspoken feeling of wariness amongst Council members who feared assassination attempts or perhaps even a coup. There were rumors that the top people who potentially could have led an insurrection were Jarad Hameed and four other influential members of the Council.
Introduced by Dean Michaels, Alex entered the stage and stepped up to the podium. He felt his pulse rising. He’d often experienced stage fright but had also learned how to overcome it. He scanned the audience and saw Uncle John and Grandma Howe sitting in the front row. He saw all his friends beaming at him, with a tinge of jealousy. Then he saw her.
Angel, as Alex called her, gazed up at him, easing out everything else for him.
“My fellow collegians,” he started, “dear family and friends, respected members of the board of trustees, Dean Michaels, and whoever else I’ve missed out.” Those last words might have been an outrage but everyone knew Alex’s sense of humor. He continued, “I stand before you, here on this podium, as a graduate, a very nervous one, if I may add....” The lighthearted crowd laughed. “...but nevertheless a graduate. I am proud today to be among friends and to have the honor of being Valedictorian of the Regnum University.
“I don’t want to bore you with all the details of my years at college. It’s Political Science. How many people actually know what it is, let alone want to know what it is?” The crowd laughed again and Alex cleared his throat and continued. “So I’ll just highlight a few events at the University that have shaped my life so far. Interestingly enough, my first incident was on the first day but it doesn’t concern Political Science or any other subject for that matter. It concerns Angel, the first friend I made at college and one who has been my best friend ever since.” Angel smiled at him from the front row and the color rose to her cheeks. “Sparks flew the first time we met and we continued to see each other every day that followed. And now...well, I had promised to wait till the evening, but I have to say it. We want to get married.” There were many gasps and shouts of surprise amongst the crowd. Angel hid her face in her hands. Alex looked at her parents. They smiled at him and nodded their agreement. Alex’s grandmother beamed with happiness.
With the palms of his hands Alex motioned the crowd to silence. After a few moments he went on with his speech. He told the crowd about how he met his other friends, and all the funny incidents that had happened. He spoke of how important he felt his education was, and how great Regnum University was. The speech lasted for twenty minutes.
“In all this time,” he concluded, “I have learned many things from this highly respected institution. Let me end here by wishing all my colleagues a happy farewell and a very bright future. I hope one day we will walk in my father’s and uncle’s footsteps. My dream is that we will achieve the one goal we’ve all been striving for: existence on Earth. Let us pray that day will come soon. Thank you.” The crowd burst into thunderous applause as he bowed, left the stage and shook hands with the faculty.
After the graduation ceremony, a grand party was held in the University Gardens in the evening.
John and Jarad shared a drink together at the bar, just like old times. They refilled their glasses and clanked them together.
“So tell me,” Jarad said. His swarthy skin glistened with a light layer of sweat. He wore a stylish white goatee and a long scar ran down from the upper tip of his nose to under his right eye.
John knew where Jarad was heading, and just said, “I don’t know. You tell me.”
Jarad shrugged innocently, “What would I know? I just read what’s in the news.” His voice softened, “I hear there may be another fiasco like ‘33.”