War and Peace

While the courtyard was silent as my mother, who came with grandma, heard my father too, I was contemplating how far reaching the ripples of this conflict will be.

I know for certain, the war never blazed beyond UK, but there is always a chance, that some circumstance forces my parents to fight in the war, be it on the Dark side, or the Light side.

As it happens, seeing we were away from the Isles, I waited for the scenario to unfurl itself.

"What do you mean? All the Dark families in the UK united? Who is their champion?" Grandpa asked with a hard look on his face.

"He calls himself Lord Voldemort. His name has been made taboo in Britain. He has managed to rally a significant force, and even commands the werewolves, giants and other dark creatures." My father answered.

He appeared to have been looking in a parchment, which was his source of knowledge apparently. He looked at me after a while. "Did you have an idea about this son? You were quite stubborn and adamant to relocate here, and make our uninhabited lands unplottable."

I nodded gently, "I didn't know what would happen, but I knew what was coming. There are always signs of a conflict, be it civil unrest, abdication of throne, wars between nations, or even a simple struggle for power amongst nobles."

Seeing them pay their utmost attention, I continued. "The discontent amongst the general populace, the increased radicalism expressed through violence, boisterous inequality, and extremist views, be it in papers, by law enforcement or through the ministry itself. Factor in, the widening gap in political, financial, executive and administrative powers between the two clearly divisible demographics of a society, and add the desire to do something about it. The last time, this happened in recent history, Grindelwald rose in power. So yeah, I had some expectations this would all conflagrate into a widespread issue. It was all a question of who will do the honours of lighting the final match."

My parents were gobsmacked at my nonchalance of predicting the geo-political situation. Grandpa, on the other hand, had a scrutinizing look.

"Can you predict further than that, Aqi?"

That was my pet name at home. My name here is Leonardo Aquila Aethelred Cornaro. As you can guess, my pet name is Aqi, from Aquila.

I didn't however have to think. I had my answer summed up and ready.