Alacrity
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Last published Tue, Oct 20, 2015
After everything, the Humans seemed to forget who really won. We were monsters once again.
We looked to our Queen and in rage, she spoke once more.
"We win the War, but to what end? My people are still being beaten and mistreated. Are you humans so low that you do not see the peace being shoved in your faces? None of my subjects have harmed a Human out of the War. We have done nothing to you. Why are we still monsters in your eyes?"
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