7
Zaviana looked around Anaiah, mouth agape and eyes wide. This was the second village in a row where the Dragonia Empire had cast judgment on innocent villagers. It was like deja vu. Bodies were dragged off the gallows and buried in the cemetery. Zaviana noticed a difference though. Whereas the last village had faces of anger or determination after the event, these faces were grim, sad, and lost. They had no hope.
Derkas walked by her side. They stopped as they watched the same scene play out before them. Dead villagers were carried to the cemetery and dropped into graves.
Zaviana turned to Derkas. “Look me in the eyes and tell me what the Dragonia Empire is doing is right.”
He turned away from her.
“Will you help me?”
“Help you do what?”
“Warn the resistance? Fight against the tyr
