*Four years ago- continued*
The old man's shoulders slump as he looks up from his kneeling position, the small white backs of the various photos showing, their colourful printed faces placed against him, holding them all close, holding the offspring of his family that he struggles to remember. There is no sign of the powerful warlock he once was.
"I have a question about the future"
The old man bows his head, his skill is what sealed his fate, it is what left him confined to this place for the last fifty years. He has seen the reign of many monarchs in that time. They may have slightly different features but they are all the same, the next one just as cold-blooded as the last. They are raised to be the same, a vicious cycle of sick, twisted minds, ruthless personalities but all the pow
