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his chin. “You can’t be serious. We all know that
invasion, if it
happens, will come from nowhere. So what’s really going on with
you? Why are you so resistant to working together here?”
    She moved closer to him, her long ice
blonde hair held in a braid, her long gown of greens and blues
flowing behind her like water.
    “I think you know why.” She spoke
softly, but Wraithe was reasonably certain the entire room heard
her.
    “No. I honestly don’t.” He looked at
her blankly.
    She growled softly then drew a shallow
breath.
    “One of your kind already attacked the
roahn-ami during this battle, wounding them, from what I’m
told.”
    “Killing them would have been better.”
Rigo broke in.
    “This is what I’m talking
about.” Annaia extended her arm towards Rigo. “You know the nay-chi
and the serahn always hit a wall when we try and work together. I
will not tolerate violence. This is our territory. The royals are ours to protect.” She
insisted.
    Drago drew a very deep breath and
straightened his shoulders.
    “Well then I guess we’re
just going to have to find a way to work together this time,
because Annaia, the royals may be yours to protect, but this
is our realm.”
    She looked visibly slapped by his
words and took a step back.
    “It doesn’t need to come to this.”
Wraithe finally felt the need to step in. “Annaia, sit down…
please.” He waited a moment until she started to move, then he
turned to Drago. “Do you mind?” He motioned at the room, asking
permission to speak.
    Even though, technically, this was his
home turf and therefore he could do anything he bloody well
pleased, thousands of years of living had taught him that diplomacy
was always a good first choice.
    Drago smiled and sat down between
Jaylen and Bayeen.
    Wraithe turned to address the room and
noticed his brother wink at him in a show of love and
support.
    “The nay-chi and the
serahn are both ancient races, created as protectors and guides.
The serahn brings peace and comfort with their beauty, prayer, and
ritual, while the nay-chi protects with their strength, courage,
and ways of the mystic. We each know the truths of things that most
around us never will. We know of underworld creatures like the
roahn-ami, the grouncers, even the demons. We know of the witches,
the vampire, and the dampier. We know of the dire warnings of the
Vraigor, of the prophecies… Even still, we can be as blind as the
humans when it comes to putting our differences aside and working
together. If we are to fulfill our purpose here, we have to learn to lean on
one another in these times, not fight one another.
    “I think, for too long now, we’ve
grown complacent. Where there were once hard lines drawn between
acceptable and not, there is now only a sea of grey. Where we once
had strong allies and clear enemies, we now have loyalty and
betrayal available to the highest bidder.
    “The nay-chi were once a proud race,
here to protect the human realm. Now… It feels as if we’re killing
time.
    “Maybe it’s watching the humans
constantly trying to bring about their own annihilation, or knowing
the Marrow has gone dark. Maybe it’s the isolation, or the lack of
any strong tribal connections any longer, but something has to
change. Why not now?
    “I’m disheartened the same as most.
I’ve experienced things in this realm I never expected to. But look
at Bala and Zhen.” He gestured to the two women, sitting side by
side, holding hands. “The only two female royals left in this
realm. They must be terrified, but they’re sitting here quietly
counting on us to pull our heads out of our asses, to work
together, and to bring those princesses home!” He ended on a roar,
checked himself and smiled.
    The room erupted into approval and he
waited for it to quiet before continuing.
    “We each know the prophecies. We each
have our legends. What we know for certain is that all our fates
are intertwined. It therefore serves none of us to