“My first decree… as the emperor of this great nation!" Schlatt practically snarled, the word 'emperor' rolling off his tongue like a vice. Wilbur and Tommy grew tense and Wilbur felt his whole world crumble. His control was slipping and he was no longer in charge of his own nation... L'manberg... his unfinished symphony... Forever unfinished and now rebranded to Schlatt's liking.

Manberg.

"Is to revoke!" They began, grinning like this was the best moment of his life. He looks dead straight at Wilbur and Tommy and Wilbur began to sweat beads, his foot moving back.* "The citizenship... of Wilbur Soot and Tommyinnit!"

Wilbur and Tommy's eyes widened in fear and shock. Exiled. Out of their own nation. Those on Schlatt's side raised their bows, immediately nocking arrows to shoot at the two. "Tommy... Tommy, run!" Wilbur grabbed Tommy's hand and sprinted like his life depended on it... Which it did.

Just when they thought they'd make it out of the country, an arrow lodged itself straight into Wilbur's back, knocking him off balance and he fell into a river. "Wilbur!" Tommy exclaimed, diving in to pull him out, blood staining the water red.