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She was on the top of it all, the revolutionary who was caught up emotionally  in the Coffee at age 14. She was the midst of it all- Parnella Kietas , meaning “rock solid” in two languages.

Kietas stood looking out of her cell, it all went wrong. At one point in her young life she was waving the giant yellow “don’t tread on me!” flag with her comrades- now it was all looking radically different. “Socialist!” the mob cheered denouncing all those who stood in opposition to cutting what seemed to be the entire government. “Enough!” Kietas at the tender age of 19 had come far from the revolutionary she was in youth. There was one thing standing in the way of Coffee victory and that was the Coffee itself- it had taken a radical turn, calling all those with different beliefs “socialist!” and executing them. Kietas did toy with the idea of socialism, although she was far from being a socialist. She had a sensitive heart and it hurt her to see the poor and suffering, although Adelrik kept her on track. One day Kietas defended a real socialist- whom she loved,  who was executed at the firing squad- this was a mistake and raised suspicions about Kietas being a socialist.

There Kietas was, steering out of her prison cell, in her effort to calm the fire of the Coffee she herself was branded as a “socialist.” Kietas had deep feelings and this cut through to her heart.

Pasclina Rachetes stood on the other side of the cell- at the tender age of 13, Rachetes was almost as young as Kietas had once been. Kietas had a pin of her displaying a torch- it was symbolic of the Coffee in the idealistic beginning before the terror took over. Unpinning it from her overcoat, for she knew that she soon would die- Kietas passed the pin through the bars to Rachetes who had admired her dearly. With tears her gentle blue eyes Rachetes accepted the gift. “Carry the torch well” Kietas brushed aside a long strand of red hair and tried to hold back the flood of tears from her brown eyes “I still believe”

Adelrik Prawda was a follower of the truth. From the beginning he had denounced President Hälsovård and his freedom harming policies. Prawda to was an early member of the Coffee. He had curley black hair found hiding under a black newsboy hat, and brown eyes. This idealistic youth had also become suspicious of the Coffee- the group he helped since it was in the cradle, began to consume its own revolutionaries. Prawda knew it had to be stopped- how, Prawda did not know.

“Citizens!” Adelrik shouted from the capitol’s steps “we must put an end to this needless bloodshed. In our socialist hunting we are starting to hurt our own allies, and are losing credibility amongst the people!”  President Reetur looked on with disgust ’have you gone soft?’
Adelrik’s eyes locked on Reetur „No! I have not, but you have taken my movement and corrupted it- Kietas was in no way a traitor. She lived as a revolutionary, she held up our original ideals, she did not moderate, she died a revolutionary. True- she did defend a socialist, but Kietas is.. I mean was, first a foremost a feeling woman and she identified with the weak and the oppressed better than I and most certainly better than you. Robespierre’s Reign of Terror had a reason, France really was in danger of counterrevolutionaries attacking from within. I can understand Robespierre better than you- your Reign of Terror does not resemble Robespierre’s in the least bit- Robespierre executed those who may have been counterrevolutionaries, you are executing everybody in the way of your power. You are the traitor! you have taken our revolution, twisted and corrupted it!“
Reetur took out his gun and a bang was heard. Adelrik clutched his chest, his brown eyes widened, falling fast Adelrik managed to scream „Please Jesus, save my revolution!“ Adelrik was weakening, his eyes closed as he fell to the marble floor below- dead.

Rachetas’ sensitive soul was touched „tyrant!“ she denounced, it was quite out of character for this well-behaved girl to even speak in public, but with two of her friends killed because of the terror she knew it was in their honor to stand for them. After all, a human can still hear up to hours after their death- Adelrik most certainly heard her, and he and Kietas had to be smiling from heaven.

In short the people reclaimed their movement- the deaths of Adelrik and Kietas were not in vain. Their memories were honored as the people restored the republic.