Seirya glanced at her siblings for a moment, before looking back at the village.
If the past was correct, they always had a certain touch to it.
From the books she had read, she knew that each of these races would try to fight back.
And she wasn't so sure about them just surrendering their freedom, to be ruled by the overlords.
[b]"Perhaps brother, but do remember that years have passed, and their weapons are probably much better than they were when father brought them to their knees."[/b]
Her words were filled with a certain touch of bloodshed, and a small bit of a warning.
She knew what happened in the past, trough the books she had read in their library, but did her siblings knew just as much?