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him losing a grip of power in his own country, and things in Bosaria looking uncertain, these were certainly trying times for Oran and his family. Things were coming to a head, and he needed to be prepared when they did. His hopes lay with a man who had foreseen the troubles ahead, and the band of people he had managed to gather from all across Kothia.
     
    In the city of Waltham, Capital of Bosaria, the last of the politicians opposing the new regime were rounded together. Guards loyal to the new leader stood around the room as the half dozen men and two women awaited their fate. A door off to one side opened and a tall thin man, wearing a black robe walked in. After slowly walking around those he had ordered captured, he sat himself upon a large chair situated on the dais at the one end of the room.
     
    Bosaria had recently crowned a new king, with the previous monarch, having succumbed to an unfortunate accident, and had not left any direct descendant. Hence, it was left to the king's nephew to take the throne. That man had wasted no time in removing the politicians that presumed to run his country; the last of which, now stood in a small group before him.
     
    Gorius was a man of magic, and his powers had been kept secret to avoid embarrassment to his uncle and the royal household. He was certain that the present regime had been responsible for the death of his mother, as it was said she also had powers. Now without realising it, the government had followed protocol, putting the next blood relation on the throne, not realising he was a magician.
     
    Now he was ruler, he aimed to be rid of all those that opposed magic, and he had big plans for those that could wield it. He had already scanned over his latest batch of prisoners to see if any of them secretly had powers. As he had suspected none of them did, and as a result, none were of any use. All that was left for him to do now, was to decide on how best to dispose of them.
     
    He thought for a while, trying to think of the most entertaining way to kill them. He supposed he could let his soldier's just do it for him, but that was no fun. He opted instead to practice some of his magical skills, and ran his eyes over the pathetic looking bunch, looking for the most weak-minded, and picked a man stood at the back of the small group, cowering away.
     
    Concentrating his mind on that of his target, he smirked as the man in question started screaming. He started running about, making a terrible noise, "Make it stop," he shouted. Gorius laughed aloud, as the man started smashing his own head against the wall of the room, with the cries only ceasing when the man succeeded in knocking himself unconscious. With blood dripping from the fallen man's head, he wondered what to do next.
     
    His pondering was interrupted by a messenger. The youngster apologised for the intrusion, before handing him a sealed note. Gorius accepted the apology, and dismissed the boy. He slid his finger under the wax seal and read the words written within, and afforded himself a smile, as he slowly folded the paper back up and slipped it inside a pocket.
     
    Now bored with those before him, he simply stood and walked back towards the door. As he stepped through, he relayed a simple command to one of his soldiers, "Kill them all," he said before continuing. He could hear a few faint screams as he headed down the corridor, before all went silent; the only noise then was the thumping of his boots on the polished tiled floor.
     
    He had often thought that the palace here in Waltham was a pretty poor affair, and it certainly did not have any of the elaborate grandeur he had always thought such a place should have; perhaps one day he would make it so. For now, his mind needed to be on more important things; the first of his magicians had arrived.
     
    On taking over, he had immediately sent word out to all who had the ability to use magic. They were no longer to be persecuted, and instead, they were to be