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proved the truth behind that old
saying.
    Then there were all of the domain magicians.
Could anything be done for them? It may be too much for one man to
handle. Baryn shook the thought away. He must focus on Sane for now
and worry about the others later.
    “It is about time you got back, boy,” Gesela
chastised him upon his return. “Well, where is Gilkame’s response?”
She held out her hand expectantly.
    Time to slip back into the role of Baryn,
the faithful servant , he thought. “Pardon my tardiness,
mistress, but Master Gilkame was unavailable. I left the message
with his man-servant and he assured me that he would deliver it as
soon as your nephew returned.”
    “Then what took so long?” she demanded.
    The berating continued for a half hour until
Gryte returned with an answer to Gesela’s letter, but Baryn barely
noticed as he delivered impeccable agreements to every derogatory
word that came from her mouth. The old man tried to recall what
little he knew of the castle and its grounds from his previous
visit as he tried to guess the best way to reach the dungeons.

Chapter 4
     
     
     
    Much had changed in Mollifas since the last
time Byrn visited the capital. The streets were the same, as were
the buildings, but the people were far different from what he
remembered. Nearly two years had passed since Byrn’s first trip to
the city. The Sunshillah Festival was underway and the city was in
a state of celebration, though he admittedly took little notice of
it at the time. Now as he took the time the look upon the capital’s
citizens the fear was plain to see on the haggard faces of everyone
that walked the streets. No one tarried out in public for long,
instead choosing to do their business and return to the safety of
their homes or shops.
    Byrn understood their worries. He held them
not so long ago before he became a master magician. It was the same
dread that hung over his head every day in Lion’s Landing as he
secretly worried that the Kenzai would find him and his friends. It
was the not knowing, the constant anxiety at wondering if today
would be the day that their world suddenly came crashing down
around them, that ate at these people just as it had eaten at
him.
    It began with Xander Necros destroying Colum
and Baj. In that attack he reminded the non-magical population why
they hated and feared magicians with such fervor. From that time,
Xander built an army of magicians under the banner of the
Collective. It was small by all accounts, but even a small army of
magic users could devastate the kingdom should they put forth a
concerted effort to do so. The only reason the Collective did not
wipe out every last shred of humanity already was that they wanted
to be more than rulers of a dead land. Some wanted to live
peacefully alongside normal people as Byrn did, others like Xander
took a more extreme view and believed that their place was to be
the rulers of men.
    Only after the destruction of Colum did Byrn
realize the events he set into motion by freeing Xander Necros.
Instead of rescuing a symbol of hope for magicians, he released a
mad man who if this war did not go his way might instead decide to
wipe out all life in the kingdom and the thought that truly
terrified Byrn was that Xander might actually have that power at
his command.
    “Kill him!” The scream roused Byrn from his
thoughts. Instantly, he raised his protective magical armor as he
sought to identify the threat. It did not take long for him to
identify the group of men surrounding someone not far ahead.
    “He’s a wizard!” shouted another voice and
Byrn sprinted to see what was happening. He pushed his way through
the crowd with unconscious strength born of the magic hidden within
him until he could see the prone figure of a boy- about ten years
old- taking a kick to the ribs from a grown man. The crowd cheered,
encouraging the man to continue beating the child.
    Byrn moved with preternatural speed and
smashed the side of the man’s