Juana was sad, and one would think it was expected. Her land was literally encircled by Tarians who were terrorizing South Camp slowly. She felt Talock wanted them to burn but the pain to last for as long as possible. He had cast dark spells on the whole of South Camp so that the people would be tortured before he decided to attack. It was a cruel way to kill someone, it was similar to killing the spirit before killing the flesh. And it was working, everything was working against South Camp. So bad that eleven cases of sui*ide had been reported to her already. And if it went on, more should join. A lot more.
But still, that wasn't what made her sad. She thought of what the Damanite Queen had told her. She had known from the very moment the woman suggested she should confess her feelings
