“Mangolia Paul!”

The shout boomed down the corridor, followed by the thud of booted feet.

The city of Malogoria stood out like a standard beneath the afternoon sun. Every roof was polished tile and gold leaf, the people smiled as they went about their business, suffering was obviously absent from the city which was quite different in the town. Anyone looking at the architecture either dreams of building better or wonder at the peace those in the city enjoy. But in the Pauls' mansion, the ...