Is That A Dragon In The Sky?
The dragonkin tribe was faced with a burden too heavy to bear.
On one hand, they could choose to fight against the dragons—risking their lives. As for the second option, they could live on the meager resources they had left, hoping to survive the winter.
Based on their observations, both choices boded a tremendous loss for their tribe.
"Our neighboring tribes also face a similar problem of scarcity. Asking them to come to our aid would be dooming their people to the same fate." Sirius heard their Tribe Leader mutter to herself.
He understood just how weighty the responsibility she was saddled with was—the heavy burden she had to shoulder. Heavy is the head that wears the crown indeed. Still, he needed her to endure.
Everyone needed her to endure.
"The way of our tribe is that of relentless effort. We clawed our way to the top for a reason. We are resilient!" She growled, almost as though convincing herself, more than she was addressing the two warriors kneeling before her.