The Chronicles of Da Cabbatron - Part II Bubsa returned to the patch with instructions from the sinister Cabbatron to gain ranking in the hierarchy of the O.o.C. With a nervous brow of sweat across his forehead, he approached the Cabbage Council. "We thank you for your time, Bubsa, but we will not be giving you the position of Acolyte". "W-what?!" was the shocked and bemused response from the man, "But I've been with the order for years, how can this be?" He sensed that something was brewing in the force of the cabbage. After experiencing Da Cabbatron he had underestimated the other part of the force. The omnipitence of Blackbane had startled him, made him wonder if he knew of his meeting with Da Cabbatron. The disturbance in the force was equally disturbing to Bubsa, but Blackbane's denial of his position did not act as a warning as you may have expected, but only to anger and infuriate Bubsa further. This played into the hands of Da Cabbatron. Soon, he would be able to mould Bubsa, the fallen prodigy of the O.o.C, in his hands to accomplish what dirty deeds he had in store. "Channel your anger, young Bubsa. The dark side of the force comes from aggression and hatred, accumulating in a force so strong it warrants destruction to all in its path." informed Da Cabbatron. However, a little bit of purity still remained in Bubsa. The apprehension of wanting destruction and chaos he experienced forced him to ask Da Cabbatron: "But what of this destruction? What is their to gain from slaying foes? The cabbage is their to be picked and not fought over, surely?" The radiance of Da Cabbatron grew stronger as it encapsulated Bubsa in his train of thought: "But that cabbage belongs to me, to us, to those who appreciate its true power. We are the ones who can fulfill its potential, a potential to change Gielinor as we know it. Wouldn't you agree, that if knowledge is power, those with knowledge should be in control of the source?" Bubsa remained silent, taken aback by what he had been told. So many thoughts rushed through his brain, thoughts of conflict of the cabbage, between people and their souls, conscience, the strength of the cabbage, the strength within himself. His confused subconscious forced him to agree to whatever Da Cabbatron had planned. "I'd like you to meet someone who will help us in our quest, Bubsa..." Da Cabbatron said with anticipation. There behind him stood a shadow of a towering figure, covered in robes, a staff in one hand and a crown sitting on top of his head. Slowly, he came into the light... To be continued.