Ocular to the Dying Sun

Aft Diary Entry, Burned; part 2

Along the lines of this innate act of terrorism, shallow consideration for each concern and party validates how strong of opposition there is towards Lady Yphemu Saturni, the proven rightful successor to the current Prime Magician. Historically, the Prime Magician has always been trusted or appointed lawfully by the ordinance of nature, meaning existing as a human with the strongest form of Light magic.

Knowing this, if they so much as attempt to harm an overpowered being such as a Prime Magician; who in their right minds would send footmen? At the very least a magician clever enough to win against her by sheer knowledge despite being lower in power.

This question will be forever after this incident, not because of how absurd it is, but the fact that there is a larger rift between the factions in the course even during the previous Prime Magician. Doubtfully so, this meant that the fear of another war could spark, and that’s not something any of them wanted.

One member, especially saw that this was a plight worthy of their attention. The thought of finally merging the two factions in an overall truce has been in the works for decades now since the time they established the council of the All-Monarchs. Insisted upon by only three members then, it has long been a tradition of their nobility to be open to change as the day's go by.

Or at least it should be, back then they still vehemently opposed blatantly working with each other in an equally advantageous manner toward one. The treaty then was a stop to all fighting and struggle between state and land.

They still fought now and then, but always between territory or ally distinction, never to a strongly perceived neutral party such as the Prime Magician. This may be the last straw and the hope that things have gone far toward their ambition over everyone.

Greed only amplifies destruction in the hopes for a perceived future, thought Emil ng Docas, the successor to the house of Docas and a member of the Aviary Militia. He sat beside his mother who represented them at the long table, her hand poised on the single sheet of Kaderno, a magical slate that can record any writing on its surface within the shard attached to one corner.

The coming segment of the council’s discussion will come to an end, and this will be the only time the Docas' can propose this with the help of half of the council stalling. One of the councilmen has started veering them toward the possibility of Sagan tampering with the events, but five people have stopped them from continuing the conversation, all from Kabay or Sagan's side because they knew it was time for Docas to propose a new person to sit as their leader.

Though the current was not a bad leader for the parliament, this council man was too passive towards all matters that needs a firm grasp of the discipline thus the quick agreement of the citadel jury's punishment for the rebels. They could have adjusted the terms, but they found that it was “alright as long as they reform,” which also constitutes a sleuth of opinions left and right but that’s now a sideline no one will be eager to push.

"This will be the last string, as we all know by this end year, my term shall come to pass." Says their leader. His voice is firm despite his laid-back aura of calmness. "Truth be, I was certain no other disaster could come to my reign, but it seems like I was mistaken. Come to this end of the year, every resolution about the northern provinces will have their request of double the supplication of food and agricultural necessities.”

The noblemen of the north nodded to affirm the decision.

“As for the western greenery, I'm happy to hear that there are no other incidents that would endanger our wildlife. Though I would like to stress the production of our meat and by-products from the forestry be well monitored, especially for the eastern lands." The leader's voice seemed to sound distressed at this, knowing that there are still unresolved notions towards the outlying bandits within the trade routes.

“This matter is firmly heard by our Militia and we will make sure that nothing else shall be made casualty at next terms leadership. For most of my fellow noblemen, as the first time for every generation. Like the establishment of the Aviary and the Academy's approval of their neutral state, please hear me with my words when I say, it is high time that we Kabay and Sagan sit in one place on the same ground.” The leader looked at the Docas’.

He’s a Sagan who approves of the Docas’ proposal, the seating of double houses. This was not the Docas’ idea, but they advocated for it with the firm belief that by doing so, it solves most of the problems in terms of the distrust of the Kabay faction towards the ongoing wins of the Sagan during the appointment of leaders while leveling most of the Sagan's folly.

The way they appoint leaders is not by a line of fair democracy, but a strategic mixture of battle and politics. Instead of letting each faction alternately appoint a leader from each faction, the last form of the election became a landslide for the Sagans, specifically for their win due to the help of the firm backing of the Academy.

For three generations now, the Sagans have been getting their higher share of dominance. But, this time, it was a deftly impartial decision of their current leader to give this statement. “To all those, some might already be aware of this, but the advocacy for the Kabay faction’s leadership has been strongly opposed for so long while the Sagan’s have become undisciplined, truth be told.”

This last remark was pointed towards the Sagan members who were blatantly taunting and making harsh decisions left and right, unfairly giving Kabay supporters a harsher time than necessary. They’re also the reason that the partial trading route has lesser safety than necessary, according to investigations.

“Because from now on, the leadership of our council, our kingdom, will belong to the hands of a Kabay and Sagan appropriate representatives." The leader said, their voice soft and firm. As if scolding those who he saw was reacting in a surprised manner. Their faces were painted with anger as if it completely offends them to the point of disgust, but he knew they won’t let that expression last on their faces.

Prejudice blinds people into thinking their morals are upright for the greater good when they're becoming hindrances to one step everyone is willing to take for each other. Granted not everyone from the Kabay faction expresses their full support to such a mindset, a full truce, and leaders who completely have equal rights to stand atop despite their differing stand, they are not averse to the pros that this type of decision can have.

Their world doesn't benefit any longer from a feud for power, thus as the head of Docas stood beside her son, the booming voice of the elderly woman occupied every person as if she was waving sonorous magic in her throat for the sound to reverberate on each noble’s ears.

“To those who deny this, leave.” Every word she muttered was stressed and firm. “I am one of the oldest members of this council. Even I’m fed up with the underhanded feuds going too far. I may not see eye to eye with my fellow Sagan, but we must accept that being selfish with our neighbors has gone too far. Even to the point of including the Prime Magician, the one position who cannot be dragged in our battles.”

“Because of the unprecedented threat to our Prime Magician, and the reckless actions of my fellow Sagan to their lands. Here on forth, the council shall be mandated over by two of the strongest factions over in Sagan and the other from Kabay,” the head of Docas declared.

She stood and tapped her Kaderno as its shard glowed green, after which each slate on the table glowed the same hue. Long before anyone could react, writing on the slate showed itself on the surface, indicating all concerning matters the current council leader and all concerned members have at hand.

Several elements of this document stress the importance of this matter, its role, and those chosen to stand in the stated positions of being the council leaders. Joining hands in the pioneer stage of this era are two main players endorsed by several of their peers and those outside of the council.

Within this writing is an extensive agreement by the majority of the nobles that saw the benefit of this mandated truce. Belief is well contained and collected as this meant a big deal in that majority wins by default in this circumstance.

Petitioning wasn't enough for Emil and the people behind this act, both the House of Pulcehll and Romiss of the opposing factions lead so much contribution that it’s no surprise that their successors lead the names for candidates as leaders of the council.

Pulchell the ever-wise, method of wooing nobles and citizens alike to the acceptance and lesser hostility towards the Kabay factions started with widespread education of each citizen on the outlier and middle tier. They are people who could easily adapt with a mindset that did not concern their prejudices overbearing due to the state of their current lifestyle.

From there, they worked up into the lines of the upper class just below the nobles making the Pulchell much beloved by those who support their ideals that grab hearts and believe in hope of uniting everyone without the use of ambitious cunning on trade or violence.

Romiss on the other hand held their iron grip and controlled their people who did not sway with enough offensive power that though feared by the strength of their weapons, they did not remiss to provide compassion that extends from the influence of the Pulchells. It’s correct to assume that these former civil houses held each other in esteem by consensual impression.

The two families are founding leaders, respectively, and standing as the soul and will for their factions says as much to the result of this truce, an equivalent to a landslide is the result of their favourability. Other nobles would have had no choice but to let them stand on the podium.

And, it eventually became their decision, the Romiss, and Pulchell’s fate. Emil watched each councilman and their words.

"Can I say that this is like a blatant threat to our freedom and rights to state our opinion as representatives of our province?" One of the nobles said though any anger or annoyance was not present in their voice. "Seeing several of my notable relatives in this list makes me think this has long been running since before our Prime Magician. None of their children would agree to such a thing without their elder's approval—”

“Times have changed," Emil said as his mother leaned back and watched her son speak for her, “not every elder now would like to hear their children die early or become hindrances to their own business. As they say, we cannot bring misfortune in the future if the past is already unfortunate. If one mindset and method brings nothing, the best we can do is change.”

The nobleman who spoke looked at the elder woman and her son before smirking and leaning back, stopping himself from saying anything. On one hand, another area of the table sat the elder head of the house Pulchell sitting in silence but feeling all the eyes looking at him.

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