"What are we fighting for here?!" Forrest shouts.
"At this point we're defending ourselves," Gale replies lazily from the loveseat. He takes another grape from the dish on the table. Rolling my eyes, I slide the food away from him.
"The war was instigated upon the violation and blackmail of Blue Blood royalty. Not only that, but the only people who were blackmailed into breaking the law were children," I remind.
"We're still children! I want to sit in my room and play Call of Duty all day, not arrange war meetings with kids from the other Royalties. The Shadowed and Silver-Ringed are pulling out too. They didn't really have a problem with killing in the first place. Most of the people we killed deserved to die or wanted to anyway!" Forrest exclaims.
"Most of the people you guys killed were kids! It's not a war with the Classics we're fighting. It's a battle with that Reptilian! If we don't catch him and keep him from doing this to your younger siblings, or your children eventually, what will become of the Blue Bloods?! You guys are left alone by the government because the public is not very affected by your existance. What will happen when it becomes custom to kill your victims? You'll be evicted; all of your kingdoms will be torn apart and you'll be chased by hordes of humans with mass amounts of mercury," I argue.
The room falls silent. I take a deep breath.
"We are defending ourselves. We're also defending the next generations. We're protecting your children and siblings! We're defending all the rest of the Blue Bloods who don't know about the war from blackmail and homelessness. We're keeping everyone else safe. That's what we're fighting for."
"Exactly. If we have one Royalty abandoning this battle, that gives the Classics a place to find shelter in our own territory. The Royalties were never meant to fight. That's why the mansions are placed so close together. We've lost sight of what our ancestors intended. The alliances formed with this war are important. Haven't all the Royalty fueds died down? We're the future. If we are a bunch of blackmailed serial murderers of children...what will the future look like?" Brennen points out.
Forrest leans back in his fancy chair with a sigh, "I'm fourteen you guys. I'm too young for all of this. Whatever happens, we need more allies. The Shadows are good. They're lethal. But they're a relatively new breed. There's not enough of them for us to win. We're getting dominated out there."
"I say we bring in some shifters. Maybe a couple Draculas?" Rinji offers, pausing in his close examination of a grape to look at the rest of us.
"We need a new race of Vampires, but that will take too long. The Classics were the first breed. They outnumbered almost all others." Shade glares at the ground in deep thought.
"Draculas are addicted to blood though right? And that means they have a limited amount of life anyway? I think some Shifters would actually be best. They would be good spies because they can hide their identity," I contemplate.
"No. Like werewolves, we can pick up a scent. Changing shape is pointless. Reptilians would be best for this sort of thing, but they're also on the side of the Classics, obviously. That enables for the opponent to attack during the day," Gale corrects.
"Why don't we bring in something other than Vampires!?!" Rinji exclaims. "Werewolves? The Half-shifters are always looking for money. They can be our mercenaries!"
"Mercenaries are dangerous. If the Classics pay them more you know they'll switch sides and then we've got Werewolves to deal with as well," Wolfe denies. "I hate having my name. Being named after a wolf though, I guess that's what a runt gets for being born."
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