From the Draiks and Angels universe
Written by Celebuial aka Draconissa
It was the first quiet day in a long while. Most of the soldiers were sleeping near the front, but the Enemy hadn't attacked in several days, allowing for some much needed rest and relaxation. I had returned to the Protected area to rest and resupply, because I knew that being at the un-Protected front would only tempt the Enemy to come after me. I didn't want to endanger all the others' first real rest in months.
There were a few members of the human group that supported us still in the Protected area. I never learned what they called themselves, so I just referred to them as the Cult. The advisors never liked it when I said it out loud, but still never told me their real name, saying that it was "beneath me to concern myself with such lowly humans." They say that, but those "lowly humans" supply all our food and clothing