She stood tall and proud, a wide smile sprawling across her dark face. Her eyes slowly glazed below her as she peered over the cliff that she stood upon in glory. Triumph filled her as below, the crowds of rebelled slaves sung her praises over and over again, their cheers deafening to her ears. It filled her with pride and confidence; she had finally done it.
Idowu fiercely raised her hand up and called out to her new kingdom.
"Today ends the day we are shackled! Today is the day we begin our freedom! Today is the day of Idizia!"
"Idizia! Idizia! Idizia!" The people shouted below her.
There were so many of them, so many of her people she would now have to rule over, but she knew she could handle it, after all she had accomplished what many thought would be impossible.
She let out a proud laugh and joined her people in their roars and cheers.
In her heart she knew that this would only be the start of something greater to come, further than her own eyes could see at the moment. The country was now at her fingertips and she would nurture it like a newborn child, cleansed of all sadness and misery.
"Eternally Idizia!"
-The Day Idizia Was Born-
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