<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #0040BF">Yehuda &amp; Zoltan</span></span></span></div><br/><span style="color: #0000BF"><br/>"When are you going to bring her back home, Zoltan?" </span><br/><br/>The question seemed to echo into the small room. It had come from a man standing silhouetted in a rugged, worn opening that acted as a door way. Another man with deep green wings and hair stood over a table, seemingly staring beyond the maps and figures that rested upon it. There was a moment of silence before he looked up to address the figure at the door, his golden eyes narrowed with mild irritation.<span style="color: #408000">"Yehuda, you and I both know that it isn't safe for her to come home yet. We've been attacked on and off for the past week and a half. It doesn't look as if there will be any rest for us for a long while. Or would you prefer bringing her home into this danger?"</span>he asked, voice full of stress and annoyance.<br/><br/>The figure finally moved into the room, revealing his own black wings with shimmers of deep blue.<span style="color: #0000BF">"You know I want to keep her safe, but how is sending her to a world that she knows nothing about any better?"</span>Yehuda challenged, his voice practically a growl.<span style="color: #408000">"Because in that world Alida is in the advantage!" </span>Zoltan snapped back, but Yehuda was not ready to back down.<span style="color: #0000BF"> "Oh yes! She is with much advantage being surrounded by filthy humans---you know their history! Any one thing that is unusual to them, they will destroy! Even when it is their own race!" </span><br/><br/>By that point, Yehuda was yelling. His face was red, his chest heaving--but Zoltan's own expression did not change.<span style="color: #408000"> "You need to leave. Get out of my quarters and go find a place to spread your anger. I will not tolerate being spoken to in such a way. Get out of my sight," </span>his voice was calm, firm, and left no room for argument. Yehuda gave a menacing growl, but did not argue any further. He turned his heel and walked towards the door, only pausing for a moment,<span style="color: #0000BF">"Alida doesn't even know you're King now...I wonder how she'll feel when you finally allow her to come home."</span><br/><br/>With that, Yehuda was gone and Zoltan drooped. He wanted Alida home just as much as Yehuda did, but he did not want to risk Alida's safety. The creatures that had attacked had not shown any indication of giving up, killing Zoltan's parents in the process. Zoltan had reluctantly taken his rightful place as King, though formalities were forgotten in the midst of battles. His people were not one of war and so it had become a struggle to train people to be able to protect and defend the small kingdom in only a week and a half.<br/><br/>Zoltan had done quite an impressive job, though, in managing to repair a fair amount of damage in a small amount of time. They were winning their battles and had been able to push the invaders further and further away from the kingdom, setting up borders and walls. The people of Euthalia were rather impressed and eager to do all they could to keep their kingdom safe. It helped that the royal family lived in the same manner as everyone else and mingled among the people. In all reality, the royal family was simply there to lead in times of question---like now.<br/><br/>But as good of a job as Zoltan had done, he was not willing to bring Alida home just yet. He did not want her to come back to Euthalia as it was and certainly not while it was still being attacked on a regular basis. If something happened to Zoltan, Alida would be next to the throne---and as much as he loved his sister, she was far too soft to lead her people to battle. She was too soft even according to the gentle nature of their people. It was best that Alida stay where she was, and if something should happen--then Alida would never be able to return, forcing the next in line to the throne to go to Yehuda.<br/><br/>While Yehuda wasn't a relative, he and Alida had been promised to one another. It wasn't much, but it was enough in the eyes of Euthalia. Zoltan, of course, desperately hoped it wouldn't come to that. Zoltan had never really approved of the match between Yehuda and Alida. Yehuda was and had been Zoltan's best friend for years, but even Zoltan could admit Yehuda's faults. While they were not obvious and Yehuda did his best to remain stable, he simply was not.