The boy and his father sat in a horse drawn carriage that would take them to the edge of Maxia territory so that they could be picked up by a non-magical agent to take them to an airport, in Darwin, where they would fly to Great Britain and then take a non-magical form of transport to a place called the 'Leaky Cauldron'.
The boy sat on the wooden seat of the carriage, leaning against his father's chest and watching the desert go by. The 'Great Sandy' desert had been his home since birth. It also had been the home of hundreds of other Maxia before him. As he looked back over his shoulder and saw the city that he lived in he pulled the story of his people from the back of his mind.
The Maxia; Os titulares de Maxia; the Holders of Magic, are race of magically superior wizards that formed over one thousand years ago because of the wizarding world doing what the 'muggles' or non-magicals did to them, try to kill them off. Just as muggles feared wizards, the wizards feared the Maxia and tried to exterminate them and just as the wizards went into hiding from the muggles, the Maxia got together; all three-thousand of them at the time; and they too, went into hiding and went to the second new world, Australia, to live out the rest of their days and slowly they became the 'Os titulares de Maxia'. Their skills and magic rich history it allowed wandless magic to become second nature to their descendants, just as 'channelled' or wand magic already was. While wizarding society became more and more segregated into pure bloods, half bloods and 'muggle borns' showing your status in the wizarding world (pure bloods at the top and muggle borns at the bottom), the Maxia included anyone who bore their traits of magical superiority, they also integrated some of the local aboriginal tribes. Now the Maxia live in the outback of Australia, just waiting for a time when they can re-join the regular wizards and live among them as normal.
The boy was broken out of his recital when his father shook him. 'Son, there is something I need to tell you. Please I ask you to remain calm as I tell you this.' His voice was quiet and shakey. 'Your mother won't be coming with us to Britain, nor will she meet us in London'
'What? Why won't mother be coming with us?' the boy asked, shocked at this new development.
'Please stay calm. The day Eustace turned on our people, your mother tried to stop him and he… he killed her. I couldn't stop him because I was getting back from my meeting with our agents in the wizarding capitol near Canberra.'
The boy did not know how to feel. His mother was dead and his father was out of the Maxia capitol on a mission at the time. 'You're lying!' He cried as tears welled in his eyes. 'Mother isn't dead! She'll be there; she'll meet us at London!' He threw himself at his father pounded his chest with his fists.
His father placed his hands on his son's shoulders and spoke softly. 'I wish I was lying son and I wish she was meeting us in London. The truth is your mother, my wife, is dead. There is nothing we can do about that but there is one thing we are going to do.'
The boy exhausted from his short tantrum, looked his father with tears still dripping down his face. 'What is there; that we can do, father? Mother is dead; there is no way she can be brought back. Eustace has fled to Great Britain and we're to track him down. What more is there to do?'
'I cannot tell you what Eustace has done to betray us because you wouldn't understand but I can tell you your role in his recapture. You are to try and befriend Sethus again, as we believe him a bystander to his father's actions, because he might be able to give us some useful information about his father, so can find him and exec- uh- bring him back home to stand trial with his wife.'
The boy stared into his father's eyes, searching for any sign of falsehood in them, but all he saw were his father's blue-grey eyes staring back into his. 'Okay father, I understand, I am to convince Sethus to help us find his father and mother.'
His father smiled and nodded. 'Yes, that's correct. For now though, sleep and if need be, grieve. You and I have a long journey ahead of us and a longer mission; we cannot have you distracted by the pain of your mother's murder.'
The boy smiled back at his father, closed his eyes and huddled into his chest. 'I hope this is over soon.' He said to himself as the bouncing of the cart slowly rocked him to sleep.