Pya was standing next to her big sister on the platform, that looked over the battle at hand. Her blonde hair was blowing in the wind. Watching her men get slaughtered gave her a feeling of great sadness. She was never one for violence. So when her sister, Sveira gave her the chance to combine armies, she gladly took it. Pya gave her sister control over her army, knowing that her sister would be able to govern them better than she, herself ever could. She looked at her sister with pride. Sveira was always the strongest. When their brother teased her about something, Sveira was there to chastise him, and then hold her when she cried.<br/>Pya noticed the drake and her emerald eyes widened. It was a massive beast, and she somehow knew that they wouldn't stand a chance if that monster, or its rider breached their magic field. Staring at the night, she began to think about her brother. He had vanished when she and Sveria were young; both believed he was dead.<br/><br/>Pya put her hand on her older sister's,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bf8000">I'm going to check the supplies, and the wounded.</span>She turned around and walked through the arch to the castles battlements, keeping her head low, she walked down another fight of steps to the heavy wooden double doors to the Sveira's castle, her white dress flowing behind her. She felt something off of the knight on the drake, that she had felt before, Pya just didn't remember where she had felt it.