The war of Races
He stated matter-of-factly.
Astria lowered her head towards the ground, ashamed of who she was. She didn’t know what to say as they all stared at her, fascinated that such a being was allowed to live. Tears slipped from her eyes as she fought to get away, to outmatch her captures, but it was no use; she couldn’t break free. No matter how hard she tried. She was trapped.
"Please." She whispered, "Just let us go."
"I am afraid that I cannot do that. You are far too rare of an opportunity to pass up." Tarian laughed slowly, his features becoming almost serious as he turned towards his men. "Kill the mother, I don’t want her following us."
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