Tsugon sipped his drink, and his eyes became somewhat glassy as he reached back into the depths of his mind. "I was about fifty years old at the time," he began. "That is incredibly young, almost infantile, for Mahjarrat. I was the second son of Umari, the ruler of Thida. Several decades after I was born, my brother Thaduka staged a rebellion in Thida. He forced me to swear allegience to him, and I did so. Back then I worshipped my brother, you see. Well, you know how that ended. Thaduka overthrew my father, and he killed both him and his many wives, including our mother. Thaduka became the Emperor of Thida."
Tsugon stopped for a moment. His facial expression was odd, a strange mix of happiness and sadness. "Those were some of the best days of my life," he said finally. "Thaduka was in charge, and I was his favorite. I was too young, then, to fully understand the politics of Thida. I grew, and I learned more than enough in time. Thaduka took me in as his protege. I was enthralled with the magical arts, and so he taught me all about them. I have always been a fast learner, so I took to it from the start. In those days, Phori and Khanu were one, so the whole range of techniques were available. Thaduka mentored me for nearly five years. Then, things took a turn for the worse.
"There was a member of Thaduka's inner circle, a pitiful being named Ithagora. Ithagora became jealous of my growing power; in truth, I was stronger than any Mahjarrat in Thida except Thaduka and a few of the elders. So Ithagora mentioned to my brother his suspicion of my prowess. Of course, Thaduka shot him down at first. However, Ithagora's plan was for the long term. Several months passed, and Thaduka began to watch each of my accomplishments with resentment and fear. In the end, he began to believe Ithagora's lie."
"So he exiled you?" asked Azzanadra. "If he feared you, why did he not have you killed?"
"He still, on some level, felt some love for me," Tsugon replied.
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