{Why'd you have to be so clueless?.

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11/08/2006 07:39:00 PM

There was once, long ago, where great magicians and emperors existed. They worked with one another closely to ensure that the kingdom is strong and well. The magicians provided the 4 elements to the citizens while the emperor managed all those politics and such. One empire reigned for a good millenium before greed took over the throne.

The ruler was an irrational, stubborn, yet confident chap. However, even with such a character, he had a kind heart. He was good with his relations. Never was there once in which he failed to please others. He was well-liked by magicians throughout the empire. Many obeyed his wishes until one FINE day...

"The Eastern Tribes have been harassing us for quite some time now, Sire, perhaps it would be a good idea to vanquish such a race," one of the emperor's most trusted magician advised in a low voice.

"Is it a must to destroy the very foundation of life? My.. my.. I see no err in their acts. It's only natural that they wanted a better life considering that they were only able to watch others enjoying... Get the financial advisor to take note of what i'm about to say... Send a cart of 100 gold bars to the Eastern Tribe." The emperor sounded calm, yet, there was a tint of light-heartedness in his speech.

Years have passed, the Eastern Tribes continue to harass the empire. Once again, the magicians requested to see the emperor. One of them spoke boldly, "Are you doing yourself a favour? Or are you doing them a favour? Sire, we have been providing for them for 5 years now... our coffers are running dry, in fact, some of us magicians who attend the court are hardly even paid for..."

"Oh is that so? Get the financial advisor to take note, send them 2 goldbars each for every court session they've attended..."

"But Sire, he just mentioned that our coffers are running dry..." The ever silent financial advisor spoke with a hoarse voice.

"Argh.. I'll go search for the tribe myself then, so that i can discuss things with them. I don't want any magicians to come along with me, lest some of you might wreck things up..."

He embarked on a journey that costed him his life. It's sad... but he deserved it. But actually, there was someone, there was someone who followed the emperor. He was none other than the emperor's most trusted magician... The emperor did not die in the hands of the tribesman... he was murdered by his trusted aide, with a bolt of lightning that struck through his heart.

He was merciless. It was actually him who collaborated with the tribes to continue attacking the empire. He was the one who took half the cart of gold bars when they were delivered to the tribes. He was the mastermind, he was the one who told the tribes that he would be giving 50 bars of gold for them to continue their attacks.

But look at the tribes now, they seem to have trusted the wrong person. If such a man were to do some sweet talking to win you over to plot against his master... what makes them think that the same man wouldn't plot against the tribe themselves? There was destruction in the Eastern valleys, great tremors were felt, fires blazed, rain poured, tornadoes blew past... Within seconds, the entire valley was "sterilised", and evil laughter could be heard echoing through it...

And there we go, the evil magician gets recognised by his efforts in eliminating the Eastern tribes. Since he was the emperor's most trusted magician and that the emperor didn't have any descendents... The evil chap automatically became the next ruler of the ever powerful empire...
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Figure out the moral yourself, there are a total of 4 of them lumped up in this short essay...