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Izra

Izra stood quietly off to the side, her gaze fixed on the crowd as Josiah spoke. His words were familiar each one sounded more like a reminder of everything they hadn’t done. “We must prepare ourselves.” She’d heard that line a hundred times before, but there was no action behind it, just endless waiting. “We will continue to defend Havenwood,” he said again, but as long as they waited, Havenwood would be nothing more than a cage, and everyone inside it would slowly suffocate.

The green-skinned woman’s voice cut through the tension, sharp and demanding. “We can’t face the Republic directly.” But Izra had heard it all before: “There are other ways.” Poison the water. Burn the fields. Cut their supply lines. She didn’t just agree with her; she knew that was the only way to get their hands dirty enough to turn the tide. Anything else would just be watching as the Republic walked all over them. But Josiah... he wouldn’t hear it. His voice rang out with that same stubbornness, that same worn-out promise of peace. “We will defend ourselves,” he said. But how many more of their people would die before that defense even mattered? How long before the Republic came knocking, ready to burn everything to the ground?

Izra’s jaw clenched. The frustration in the air was thick, rising with each passing moment, as Josiah’s refusal to act echoed off the walls. People were starting to wake up to the reality—his way wasn’t working. They could see it, even if he couldn’t. “I have led you for years,” he claimed, as if the years of waiting had meant anything at all. As if more time was ever going to change anything. His departure marked the end of the speech, and the room fell into a restless quiet. But Izra didn’t feel any sense of resolution. She felt like something was finally snapping inside her. She was done waiting. Josiah wanted peace, but peace was a luxury they couldn’t afford anymore. They couldn’t just sit on the sidelines and hope that things would change. She’d made up her mind long ago. If Josiah wouldn’t lead them into action, then someone else would. And if that someone had to be her... so be it.

Trust had its limits, and Izra was at the edge of hers.
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