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Vivian turned as a massively tall human entered the grove. As his deep voice penetrated the silence, she turned to greet him. “Greetings Calit, I’ve never met anyone as tall as you. I’m sure we are going to get along nicely.” She didn’t know why, but she felt like she had to get these people to get along, but she always felt like she had more responsibility than others.
When Zav responded, saying he was the best warrior here and would let them die to save his own pathetic life, she visibly rolled her eyes. She couldn’t stand people like him. She would love to humble him one day, maybe if they decided to train together, she could put him in his place. “If you’re such a great warrior, maybe you don’t need the other five of us, so get going, huh?” She said, bitter sarcasm dripping off her tongue. “Watch your mouth, boy. Before someone puts you in your place.” She added. She listened to Odran’s comment and “hmph”ed.
She turned to Odran. “I’ve never met a dwarf so tall, Odran. I’d say nice to meet you, but I wish it were under better circumstances. I’ve met a few from your clan in my years, strong ones they are. I’m proud to know you.” She said, greeting him politely.
Turning to the other elven woman who had introduced herself as Rosarina. “Again, it’s not ideal circumstances, or I’d say nice to meet you. I’ve been to Easthollow quite a bit in my years growing up, wonderful people live there. I am impressed you made it here in time as well.”
When Zav spoke again, she rolled her eyes. Does he never tire of bragging? She thought. She barely knew him, and already she disliked him.
Before she could reply there was a strong gust of wind, she jumped out of the way as a branch fell from the tree she was standing under. When the wind settled, the same spirit from her dream was shimmering before her. Vivian was surprised how young she looked, she couldn’t be more than a decade old, barely old enough to live. “Finally.” She murmurs to herself. She was ready to get started, she’d heard horror stories from Vaeros’ first appearance, she was not eager to see what would come of his second.
As Lalei showed them all of the carnage wreaked by Vaeros, Vivian muffled a cry. So many dead, so many hurt. And then she saw Polis. A town she’d not visited often, due to the violence of humans, but she’d been there before. It was in ruins, on fire, screaming, blood. Lalei was right, the rest of the humans wouldn’t take long once they knew their core had fallen.
As Calit and Kassandra answered, she also chimed in. “Why us? You could have chosen anyone in the world, why not choose more qualified individuals?” Her voice quivered as a tear slipped down her cheek. Death was not a common occurence at home, and now… this was more death five hundredfold that she’d ever seen. She would end Vaeros if she had the chance.
