Diutius stands at the balcony of the Gorina Palace. A tear in his eye. He sees before him the Family he has gathered and the troops he has raised. He raises his eyes to the heavens and murmurs that the Gods have gone insane. They have ignored his pleas for guidance and turned the whole world upside down.
He has gathered his family and convinced them to travel with him to distant lands, where maybe there are different Gods. His benevolent rule over Fanatica seems to have been in vain. It has turned into a pointless exercise in futility. Helena and her brother will stay behind to take matters into their own hands, but for now, Diutius will take the ones he controls and the 15 troops he has raised and move on to new lands.
He has packed up all his belongings onto large wagons and attached horses to them. He has had his troops round up enough Horses to carry all the troops and the Royal family off into the sunset. (Yes, as the leader of this nation, I was smart enough to figure out how to tame horses and ride them. I don't give a *BLEEP* about the rules.)
As the sun starts to rise again over the Gorina Hills, the Lifespanius family rides off into a brand new day, never to be heard from again.