Luna_Rudina
"No, Lana! You will not be a part of this mission." I slam my hands on the table in frustration.
Lana is practically vibrating with anger. "But Iris, I want to help! You expect me to just sit by while you all go charging into battle?!"
I groan, leaning back in my chair. "Lana, you're sixteen! If the King finds out you're part of the resistance, you might be sacrificed. As your mentor, it's my job to keep that from happening."
Lana stands up, her chair scraping harshly against the stone floor. "Fine!" she says angrily before storming out.
"Lana!" I call after her, before sighing and rubbing my temples.
"Iris, you did the right thing. She's too young," says a voice from behind me.
"I sure hope so, Mister Wulfric. I sure hope so," I say, looking up at the grey-haired man sadly. I stand up, shaking off the doubt. "We need to get ready. The ritual starts in a few days; there's no time to waste."