The sun was hanging low in the sky, marking the end of the regular day. Candle light filled the brimming city and the square where the people had gathered to hear the King's address. The king walked out of the fortress not wearing his normal royal attire, but his Desert outfit (http://th03.deviantart.net/fs50/PRE/i/2009/289/e/9/Desert_Warrior_by_astray_engel.jpg) that the people of Aurora had seen him in during his time before he was crowned King. He was however still wearing the crown of Albion, signifying his position. Making his way to the crowd of people he took out his sword and began to draw a line in the sand a few meters away from the crowd. It took him several minutes to finish the line as such he said nothing at all. Silence filled the city as this was going on before the King stood once again at the other side of the line.<br/><br/>"Today we stand at an impasse, the mainland of Albion is no longer under our banner. We are now exiles of our own city, but however we are still alive, many have fallen so that we may live, but now is not the time to grieve, the time has come for a solution to our problems. Before we start though, there are still questions that need to be answered. In order to be where I am now I had to take measures that were not popular, and now is your chance...." Said the King. Then pointing at the line he drew in the sand.<br/><br/>"Those of you who are still with me, cross the line to my side, those who disagree with what I have done may remain on that side without reprisal from me and may go about their lives as they please. The choice is solely yours to make."