Golden Age: Chapter I

[Corile]

The day after, the votes had been counted and he was standing on the podium again. Even though it had only been a couple dozen hours, he felt like it had been ages. The uncertainty, the excitement.

The podium was filled this time, each of the candidates on it, expecting themselves to be the winner. It was not the time to question himself right now, but a sting of doubt crept down his spine. The suspense was unbearable.

Eventually, the marshal showed up again. He walked up to the podium, greeted each of the candidates, and turned towards the audience. The amphitheater was even more packed than the previous day.

“People of Attica, you have chosen your leader,” the marshal spoke with due form. “The institution of Archonate passes down from the esteemed Archon Aesop Alscionus and shall now, for the next eight years, be held by…” He paused for effect.

“Archon Icarus Augustopolos!”

Icarus sighed as the amphitheater erupted in applause.

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