Fraya
Standing in a room filled with people staring at me, waiting for me to give them hope, makes my nerves pick up. I have led people to war and fought by their sides, I have given armies speeches and motivated them to fight to their deaths, but every single time I was fighting against nerves. I can't promise them a happy ending, I can't promise these people that they will walk away with their lives. I can promise to stand by them and to try my best, but more than that, I can't promise.
We are standing in the biggest room within the caves, filled to the brink with a few standing in the hallways. Luckily with their fae hearing, they should be able to hear me if I speak loud enough. Those that are still young and fit, are standing right in front of me while the others that are older and
