.." Suddenly she stopped andbit her lower lip thoughtfully, obviously reconsidering her position here. "...Ms. Adams,please...? I... I don't want to ...o toprison." She just sat there now,sniveling like some confused teenage girl on the other side of the desk,anxiously perched in the small cushioned chair. "And why should thatbe any of my concern, Miss Johnson? It seemed quite obvious that you werecertain of your innocents at first, and I do recall you being rather rude andhaughty about it as. ”“And what will happen to the human and elven mages if you take over? You might try to hide it, but I know how much you hate them.”Pallisur growled. “They don’t deserve your concern. They enslaved our people!”“So you claim,” Hera said. “But the Chosar I knew ruled over all the peoples.”“Just because you don’t want to believe a thing doesn’t make it untrue,” Pallisur said. But even if she did believe him, she’d never truly understand the reality of it. She’d been born long after The People had. Of course the war and drafting of younger andyounger boys didn't do him any good. The last Alex had heard, he'd put agun in his mouth due to the stress during training and pulled thetrigger. It surprised him that more boys didn't do it. The rigors of themilitary and the complete difference on how they were raised at homeshould have caused more shocks than it did.Alex woke up from his thoughts and memories, gasping for air. His headpounded and his throat felt like knifes were shoved down inside. I had always hated people who spat, and I took very little pleasure in doing it, even to Tara but in my rage it had seemed like the thing to do. I carried on, with Tara following, wiping her face on her sleeve, staring at me with frightened eyes, keeping enough distance so I couldn't spring on her again. With each step I found it harder and harder to hold onto the rage, and by the time I reached the classroom I was again crying a little. We were ushered in by our teacher and quickly took our.