the beginning of a rebellion [private]

[Orion]

In the midst of the Griffingate meeting hall lied King Frederick of Griffingate with his head in his hands as he loomed over the podium's edge. The bearded man rose his head away from his hands. His green eyes scanned the room. Usually, this room was swelling with people. It's emptiness was disturbing. He had called upon an old friend of his, but also his dearest of political enemies, to have a stern discussion with... but he knew his words would not convince his former ally to sway Frederick's own way. Yet, he would try.

After a long and hard thought session, Frederick thought there was no reason for their dearest country to split and head their separate ways when such cruel things were happening around them. Instead, they should stand as Kalopsia: one safe haven for all that wished to escape the world's troubles. From North America becoming a blank slate after the greatest super volcano erupted, to the corruptions of global warming, where they lied now was the safest place they could be. Europe, though surrounded by the mutated world, was simply the only place that would suffice these days. Perhaps in the future they could explore, but not now. Hence why Frederick thought his fellow adversary would reason with him and reason with him.

But yet, Frederick, too, was being selfish. While he preached safety and his safe haven, he did not want to bring the troubles of those suffering in the other countries. There were no rescue missions being sent out to those in need. It was either suffer with them to potentially save them or stay safe within the European continent. While the choice to him was obvious, others disagreed. They wanted to save others... They wanted to save their family. Yet he refused to risk the lives of more, despite their desperate calls.

The brute's ignorance wanted to solve this once and for all. He would not allow others to die, especially after they were exposed to the radiation and pollution within the world that caused mutations to form on their dreaded bodies. Along with this, humans had gained the powers of those gods they once praised. Frederick knew that with these developments his country would crumble if those forces ran at his kingdom. Many within his area hadn't gained any powers due to the safe haven, making it dangerous to threaten his opposition. Those that had arrived later on had already experienced the disgraceful effects and the disgusting looks of the natives. While many thought these developments were a plus, Frederick thought these mutations and powers were the scum of the earth. If they were to grow any stronger, it would lead to his downfall. Simply, he could not allow that. With this power political opponent of his thriving, he simply could not have his mistakes lead up to an uprisingly. Sadly, that would happen whether Frederick liked it or not.

That day of doom had come. Kalopsia would fall, forming two new countries. Frederick was prepared for the speech of his lifetime, but his words would not stop the Blackfall leader from prevailing. Even so, thoughts raced through his head as he slouched over onto the podium. "Come on," he grumbled through gritted teeth. As he stood impatiently, his fingers drummed on the edge of the marble. 'I must keep this power in my grasp.' Finally, footsteps boomed across the hall. It was time.