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Rallen scanned the crowd looking for reactions to the news of the rite of succession. This wasn’t good and he knew this. Things were going to get bad and fast. He turned to his own left hand his eyes peering over the gantlet in its place. “What am I to do?” he thought to himself his eyes locked on the gauntlet. Someone in this room was to be the next rule and many he assumed wanted it for selfish reasons our pure. So what was he to? Simply wait it out and protect himself? Or maybe he should try to actually win? At the very least that way he wouldn’t have to worry about any other power hungry cur taking over. But that’s not what he wanted to be.

All these ideas flashed throw his head as he contemplated on what he should do. Then he had a thought and a light smile crossed his face. Sit back and uncover what it was everyone was after. Then from what he knew take out the power hungry ones and allow some one worthy take the crown someone with some damn sense as to stop this event from happening again. People where going to die this much was true, people who didn’t deserve it people who simply wanted to protect this country where going to die simply because it’s allowed now. He looked up from his hand and looked over his fellow squad members. What was it they thought about all of this? Did they just want the power? Or maybe they were like him? He placed his hand on his chest like all the others but no words came from his mouth no chant and no praise. As far as he was concerned this country had given his life up for forfeit along with the lives of all the students brought to this school.