"No. No, do not say that," Aeron pleaded. "We will win. I know we will. I can feel it in my heart. This will not be the end of us. The fighting will end. The wars will end. Peace will come again. And we will return here, freely, as we want. You must have faith."
Nyella looked at him with tired eyes. "I want that, Aeron. I want it with all my heart. I hope for it desperately. But all I see is the world becoming worse. Men already fight among themselves, kingdoms against kingdoms. Now, creatures we do not even understand attack us too. It feels endless. Still, I hope you are right. I hope we win, as you believe."
Before Aeron could say anything, two soldiers approached them. "The king calls for you," they said. Aeron and Nyella exchanged a glance, then nodded and followed.
