Compelled

"More filthy humans." Zyra heard one male growl. "Like we need more mouths to feed."

"Yeah," his companion agreed. "All they do is bring disease and shorten our resources."

Zyra and the others had been left to sit and idle under the shade of some trees in the courtyard of the Aguatian castle. She felt bored out of her mind and a part of her was kind of still upset about Cyril's parting words and she fumed to herself about them.

The only thing keeping them away from the maddening crowd of slowly dispersing dissenters was a thick electronic metal fence that encompassed the massive courtyard. No one dared to get too close to it for fear of being electrocuted.

General Aquinas and Cyril were missing in action so she could only assume they had been a part of the team that had escorted Prince Sverre to safety. She didn't know much about the Prince to feel anything about the attempted assasination but she didn't dislike him either.