Zubeia hummed at the sound of wings flapping, raising her majestic snout to face her husband as he entered their den, nestling down beside her. "Avizandum." She greeted simply, curling her tail around their egg. It had only been born a week ago; and would be many years until it hatched.

Avizandum growled, his throat rumbling. "Hello, Zubeia. How is our egg?"

"Nothing has changed since this morning. What troubles you, my dear?"

"Humans." Avizandum spat, back arching as he lay himself across the ground, groaning. "A few tried to sneak across the border last night; after I returned home. They stole something; I think it was the heart of Rontillum."

"Oh!" Zubeia gasped, taking a step back. "They killed him, didn't they? That poor titan!"

"Indeed." Avizandum rumbled, sighed as he stared at their egg, sighing. "I slayed as many of them as I could for killing him, of course. Most still escaped."

"Will there ever be peace?" Zubeia fretted, shaking her head. "So much suffering. So much death."

"There will be peace when they stop invading, when they stop using dark magic." Avizandum snorted, shaking his head. "Which shall never happen."

"It could. I feel as though we're not giving them enough of a chance!" Zubeia flashed back, shaking her head in anger. "If only we let them, maybe we could-"

"Could what? Put aside your childish fantasies, Zubeia! It's been centuries, and they still haven't turned away from the evil which is dark magic!"

"You're being stubborn, Avizandum!" Zubeia roared, blue eyes flashing dangerously as electricity soared within them. Her tail raised, rippling with the familiar lightning, running across the entirety of the cove that they lived in. "You refuse to even try to settle this tiresome war; do you really want Azymondias to grow up stuck in this infinite cycle of hate and anger?! Do you really think he wishes for that to be his destiny."

"He shall do as he must." Avizandum returned, turning his back on her, nostrils flaring. "It is the way off all the kings before him."

"One day," Zubeia hissed, lowering her head. "You'll see that war is futile and that things can be better."

"We will see what we shall see." Avizandum retorted shaking his mighty head in disbelief. "And we will see which one is truly correct."