"This country has gone to the dogs!" shouted my father in anger.

He threw the newspaper in his hands to the ground and stormed off. I picked up my pace as we moved swiftly towards his study. With a slam, the door was closed behind me. 

"sit" he said

"we are officially at war, son" he added. 

Then he sank into his seat and massaged his temples. he looked up at the sealing deep in thought, his face had aged 20 years in that moment.

"And, what is the response of... The palace?" i asked

"Obviously, my brother has entered stasis again and the king consort is nowhere to be found. Duke Grimaldi, demanded that the council pronounce me heir to the throne effective tomorrow but no one agreed." he answered

"If only the people in this country used their heads, none of this would be happening. That is exactly why our king doesn't have an heir, why we are going to war while our allies are just watching from a distance. It is because the people in this country think with their shafts." he said his voice tinged with annoyance.

"And do you have a solution?'' I asked. 

His eyes shot at me after he heard my question laced with sarcasm. He stood up from his chair and walked around his desk to a window facing the harbor. 

"Ever since the meteor fell, the world has changed Alaric. Things we believed as fiction have now become reality right in front of our eyes. Now i appreciate the powers Alaric trust me but, this world was better without any of this." he said while his eyes looked into the far distance.

A notification from his phone shifted our conversation, he fished for his phone from his pockets. He looked at the screen with suspicion as a frown appeared on his face.

"What's going on?" I questioned

"New decree from the king, he is out from his stasis it seems." he answered

He hurriedly picked up the remote from his desk and turned on the tv at the corner of the study.

"his majesty has issued a new decree today. A new wing of the military will be created, it will be centered around the youth, a full report will follow"

"Well there it is Alaric, I guess you are going to war with us. What the hell is going on with my brother's brain really. He will doom us all just like his husband" my father said with his face buried in his hands. 

My heart pounded and a wave of heat washed over me. Joining the military, was a very daunting thought. 

"How will this arrangement work exactly? So they will send teenagers to the meatgrinder with hopes that, somehow we can turn this situation around?" I murmured. 

" It seems so my son." said my father.

A knock at the door took us out of our revelry. An old man in a charming black tuxedo entered the study and bowed respectfully.

"Your grace, a summons has arrived from Warrick Palace. His Majesty and the king consort request your presence." said the old man

My father looked at me and beaconed me to follow him out of the study.