Syeira sighed and nodded as Pya told her that she was going to go back down into the castle. The older girl had always been the one daughter that had never been afraid to get her hands dirty, whether it meant with dirt, sweat, blood, or leading her soldiers into battle. Her little sister had always been far more delicate and sensitive than Syeira. She had been a prodigy for battle tactics as well, though having a battle on her doorstep certainly changed and limited their choices in strategy. She had done her best to defend her home, her sister, and their armies. Now, it was looking rather futile to continue this fight, as their opponentâs army was many times larger than theirs.<br/><br/>Her eyes had been on their army, willing them to keep fighting as hard as possible for their queens and homes. Her head snapped up when she heard that voice from the other side of the barrier. She sniffed in defiance and me this gaze.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#8040bf">âI fail to see just what my sister has to do with this. She hates war and would rather care for the wounded. And for that, I love her dearly and hold her in the highest respect.â</span>She refused to give into his half truths. She folded her arms, the nails of her right hand digging into her left arm as she watched him.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#8040bf">âNo one has ever gotten through this barrier in the past when it was raised, nor will they now. Neither you, nor your captains will succeed. Plus it is impossible to simply climb or fly above the barrier. It is not a flat wall for your little pet drake to take you over.â</span>She growled softly and shook her head.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#8040bf">âBesides, there is no reason for me to lower it for you. You will not make me.â</span>