Run **unedited**

Chapter 15

I sat there for a while and pondered what the elder had said, were the reservations really such a bad thing? They kept us all safe from the mortals by giving us our own lands to live on with out having to worry about being hunted. Ok, wait, we are still hunted atleast we are if we leave our reservations. We were also kept with our own kind, that way we could be closer with our supernatural brothers and sisters.

At the same time because of the reservations we lost the fae, the creatures of nature who could of literally healed the earth so we no longer had a hole in the ozone layer. We had to live cramped and crowded together on land that really wasnt big enough for our ever growing populations, the elders were forced to ask permission to govern their own people, and resources were scarce. My reservation was lucky, the first generation realized that the united states government was very unlikely to fully vary out their end of the bargain, and so they set up irrigation and farming sections on the reservation, something that my parents generation and mine had ket going. Apparently not all of the reservations had thought the same way and were now struggling to survive. If this continued then my people could be decimated. On top of that we all lived in fear of accidentally stepping off of rez land during patrol duties and being caught by the humans and forced into one of the prison camps, never to be heard from again. Rumor was the humans experimented on those that were captured, trying to find a way to "cure" us, like we were some sort of disease or something.

I sighed and rubbed my hands up and down my face, trying to organize my chaotic thoughts. On one hand i had a war looming over my head that could kill me and my family, that could wipe an entire reservation off of the face of the map. On the other hand i had people telling me about another possible war that is looming on the horizon that could either free us or make our lives ten times harder.

Ugg, why did things have to be so difficult and complicated?

"There you are, ive been looking for you every where" i pulled my hands away from my face and looked up to see andy walking towards me, a look of mild concern on his face. "Is everything ok?"

I shrugged, "i just got done having a little heart to heart with Elder Hart,m and well for an old lady she sure has a sharp mind." i told andy all about our very weird and long conversation and how i had come here for help with organizing my thoughts but was leaving even more confused.

Andy sat down beside me on the wooden bench and put his arm around my shoulders, "i wish i could take all of this away, i wish there was a way to just make all the pain and worries go away, baby. Is there anything i can do to help?"

"Can you stop james from trying to start a senseless war?" i asked.

Andy got this guilty look on his face and looked away from me, "well actually, we might have a way to do that"

"How?" i asked, knowing i probably wasnt going to like the answer.

"Well," andy cleared his throat and rubbed at the back of his neck with his hand, "what if i told you, alissa has dispatched a group of her own spies to end his life?"

I gaped at him. Does everyone have spies? Like seriously, do all of the leaders have groups of spies just waiting to be sent out or activated in every reservation? "Wait, they are going to kill him?" did i really want the man dead? I mean i hated him right now, but i wasnt sure if it was enough to wish him dead.

Andy nodded, "thats their objective atleast. With james gone there is no longer a threat of war-"

"But your talking about murdering an entire family basically, what bout mrs. miller, are these spies going to kill her too so that she doesnt come back with retribution as well?" this was absolutely insane! We cant just go around murdering people, this wasnt biblical times where the eye for an eye law is still in effect.