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A Sylvanian flag fluttered high above the city in the midday wind, as a sign of the Sylvanian victory over the palace and Anathea. Lord Dragoslav made his way through the Anathian city of Athida, Master Te-Poro stood at the door of the temple Vetnof Duar. The overlord eyes up the sacred building, the master didn't lower his gaze and then the overlord soon wavered and quickly continued on. His journey freely through the city he now commanded; the Sylvanian overlord now stood before the steps of the Rumuas Palace; he didn't halt for a second as Dragoslav with his head held high marched up the stairs and entered into the palace through the main doors, his troops aliened the corridor. Princess Keilana came out and stood firmly by the Sylvanian guards as they stood guarding the Sylvanea Gem. Chimalli also took his stand by his overlord. The Sylvanian troops would cheer in triumph has their leader walked by them; an echoing sound soon filled the entire palace.

At the door to the throne room stood a tall, slim and slender female Anathian Lycoris Deen, she was dressed in different shades of purple; it was clear from her warm expression that she was waiting to be rewarded for her actions, which have no doubt aided the Sylvanian's in there swift victory over the Anathian army. However, Lord Dragoslav didn't reciprocate the smile and raised his hand. "So Lycoris it looks like you have been true to your word, the palace was weak if you attack it head on!"

"I am glad you listened to me and that I could be off assistance, sure enough Sylvanian overlord we will create a new land a new time!"

"Oh no Anathian that we won't; you have no place in my new land. Only I will have the pleasure of beaconing in a new time. And you can wipe that look off your face too Lycoris!"

She looked puzzled by the Sylvanian overlord's last comments; she had his word a deal with Lord Dragoslave to protect her and to hand her all the riches she had ever dreamed of. "I don't know what you mean; we had our agreement. Yes my actions have been conversational, but know this I did all that I could for you Overlord Dragoslav!"

"Enough blast you! I have hear enough.' he called out, waving his hand signalling silence. 'Take this Anathian away!"

"You can't be serious? Please haven't my actions aided you stand here victorious because of me! Overlord shouldn't this be a day of celebration?"

"Oh, but I am.' Princess Keilana smiled as two troopers grabbed the Anathian traitor from behind. 'I don't want any Anathain double crossing traitor on my side. Now take her away, but because you deeds have brought me here Lycoris so as payment to you I won't have you killed I'll just have to lock her away forever in the dungeons where you belong."

Lycoris tried to wriggle from, but she couldn't free herself from the grip of the Sylvanian guards. "Please overlord reconsider, I can still be of use to you."

However he wasn't willing to listen nor to back down ."You've got your orders; now take her way!" She tried once again to plead for her freedom; hoping for him to change his mind, but Lord Dragoslav simply stepped forward, pulled open the door to the throne room and entered inside.

A grey tall and skinny Sylvanian named Master Whytlok had entered the throne room and come before the overlord to address his splendid victory. "My great and ultimate overlord, may I take this time to congratulate you in your victory?"

"Master Whytlok that you may." replied Lord Dragoslav, clasping his hand together.

"You have led us to this end Dragoslav, this land will flow with your flames, but…"

"But what Master Whytlok?' snapped in Lord Dragoslav interrupting him in mid sentence. 'I must warn you speak wisely old master!" warned the Sylvanian overlord.

Master Whytlok took a seconded to rethink his words, before speaking his mind. "Our kind will once again rule over this universe, now I'm sorry if I speak out of line, I only speak the full truth' Master Whytlok looked up to try and read his overlord's look on his face. 'but I feel what I will say next my overlord must be said as your top adviser."

"Go on then Master Whytlok you may speak!"

Master Whytlok looked directly into Lord Dragoslav's eyes trying to read the look on his face; hoping he had read his emotions correctly the Sylvanian master took a deep breath to hide the pause and continued. "Your greatest victory may have been delivered through new ways; such as guns and battleships, but I recommend that from this next stage of domination my overlord you do not forget the old ways of Sylvanian past; those of might and power. Those standards alone will be the assets that will maintain the victory you have brought us all."

There was a sudden silence between the two of them, Master Whytlok stood his ground, never one wavering and so Lord Dragoslav replied. "If anyone else had spoken to me like that old friend I would have had them killed without question, but you are the wises and must experienced trooper in my army. I promise that I will not forget your words. Now this conversation is over it is time to get our captives to work; oh yes soon my fire will burn bright!" And with that said the overlord turned his back on Whytlok.

Lord Dragoslav stood ready at the door of the palace to address the captive Anathians in front of the street before Rumuas. "People of Anathea listen well!' stated the grey ancient Sylvanian stepped forward; with a snarl on his scaled face. The Anathian people turned to face him. 'You will be addressed by the Sylvanian overlord and commander of the Sylvanian army, Lord Dragoslav."

There was chatter amongst the prisoner. "You are now my prisoner; to show willing I ask of your soldiers to step freely forward and place your weapons before me!" He frowned as he spoke. Knowing they weren't doing this as free soldier each in turn lined up, Sylvanian troopers moving them on in turn as each soldier drop their weapons in a pile in front of the Lord Dragoslav's feet.

The overlord of the Sylvanian's stepped forget pleased with his victory, the flags of Savyra behind him waving in the wind a clear sign of their new dominance.

"Anathians fallen enemies of the Sylvanian; we have concord your land of snow in the name of the Sylvanian empire. Our goal is to rebuild this mere planet once again in the glorious Sylvanian image, you will aid me in achieving my goal. You have been brought to the verge of extinction, if you choice not to follow orders then I guarantee you that our race will be wiped out completely.' The Anathian's looked at each other in shock and fear. 'I will put this land of ice to flames, it will soon flow with lava." roared out Lord Dragoslav, relishing his stature.

The royal elder Olabisi hand started to shack in frustration; her nerve got the better of her and she stepped out from the crowd of captive Anathian's. Her step withered with age. Her defiance was seen by the overlord; he clicked his figures and draw guards to her. "Stop! Stop, I Say." called out Shastra. The elder however would not let the Sylvanian warrior scare her.

Lord Dragoslav looked shocked at this interruption and the elders lack of respect. "You may have this day,' Olabisi stated. 'but your victory will not be complete."

"Step down old one, your babbling will not be listened too! Troops, take her away." ordered the princess, stepping in front of the large built Shastra.

However, Lord Dragoslav held up his hand and halted the troops arrest. "No Keilana let her speak, if she truly thinks I must hear what she's got to say then for now I will give her the chance to finish what she's got to say."

Keilana turned to face her overlord, seeing that he wasn't wavering she nodded. "As you wish!" and she stepped back, but now without looking across at Shastra; who too looked like he was questioning Dragoslav's actions, but too didn't have the bravery to say anything.

Olabisi still stood her grave and continued to speak, "A 1,000 years have past since the original Fire Days Campaige and for it's own good our prised weapon as remained in hidding, I however have received word that Cairon has retrieved that weapon..."

"The mask of Dante Duncon; ah it is just another figment of races' myth wise one nothing more! I do not fear it!" roared Lord Dragoslav, the overlord knew what Olabili was talking about; smoke flared from his nostrils.

"Oh so you have heard of our winning weapon; well then Lord Dragoslav I say do your worst now before Cairon can gather an army together.' Olabisi recommended, sounded lifted. 'And then he will come back to Athida to face you overlord with the strength and power to wipe you all out. You may have topple our city, take as many prisoners as you wish and even beat us down into starvation, but I know that you won't stop Cairon."

Outraged at what she had just heard from the lips of the Anathian elder Olabisi Princess Keilana cried out in a bitter tone. "Silence, you old hag, silence damn you. We'll have no more of your raving or I will come and silence you myself." the princess did not sound too sweet this time.

Olabisi still wasn't ready to back down from her captures. "Oh will you now; so princess tell me just how will you silence me? How will you be able to stop the others from listens to the truly I speak."

Olabisi merely laughed. "Go ahead with your threats princess, I will not be silenced!' Olabisi slowly edged forward. 'You see it'll be easy for you to kill an old Anathian female like me won't it, after all you being a taught Sylvanian trooper, than it was for Princess Keilana to have killed our King Jabbar."

There were gasps and looks of sadness as the shock amongst the Anathian's set in. "King Jabbar dead, you are monsters." cried an Anathian soldier.

"What? We will not be slaves for you." an Anathian female cried out.

"You murderers, you'll pay for this; blast you!' an Anathian male cried out in anger. 'One day you'll see."

The Anathain people had rallied forward. "We won't let you get away with this you vial Sylvanians!" It looked as if the troops of the Sylvanian army were about to opened fire.

Now Lord Dragoslav had realised that the wise elder Olabisi had just gone too far and now more than ever must be silenced. "Be calm or I will force you to be calm, either way I will get my will answered elder! Silence them or no mercy shall be shown until you comply." snapped the overlord starring down the wise elder; Olabisi looked around her; a heavy burden weighted upon her. The Sylvanian troops moved forward; she took the choice and waved her arm out wide for all too see; in time the mood was squashed and the crowed stood down.

Lord Dragoslav acted quickly in the momentum of his victory; the overlord had set up a wide number of labour camps throughout Anathea and he had forced the Anathian race to work for him to complete his master plan. The captives were being forced to dig down into the planet construction vast long tunnels underground, which stretched back to a main point. Lord Dragoslav when the time comes would be able to pump lava through them.

Sylvanian tanks stood guard on the edge of the camp as the Anathian people worked all day. Sylvanian troops would march up and down the lines giving out orders making sure the Anathian kept on working for them without insolence. "Put the rubble down over there, come on now let's keep it moving!' called out a Sylvanian soldier. 'I don't want to be standing around here all damn day in this rotten cold and freezing weather!"