I will help

   The Aerian ended her story with a sigh. That group of Equos were left in silence for the next few minutes. There is nothing but the sounds of waves embracing the shore. The sun is coming down; what a beautiful sunset scenery they are! But none of the centaurs there was in the mood of chatting about it or taking some images. They seem all serious or lost in thoughts. No one was urgent for an answer, and they silently understood that it was better if every single one here considered their answer carefully before voicing it out. The Aerian don't usually visit the Aqua Equos to deliver messages, so this seems to be a thing that's out of their hands.

- I quit.

   An Equos rises his hand and then slowly steps back. A faint expression of anxiety flashed through his eyes. Turturel knows him. This boy only wants peace and solitude. He will be the first one to back off if any dangers occur. The Aerian centaur seemed slightly disappointed, but she was not judging; she just nodded. For the next few minutes, the atmosphere is pretty awkward after that Aqua Centaur leaves. Turture doesn't take that much to make a decision. She raises her hand.

- I will help.

   A light of hope flickers in the Aerian Equos' eyes. She looks at the little girl, then asks with a gentle voice.

- That's good. Do you have any special skills?

   Turturel looks down into her small crossbody bag, where the beautiful shells she collected lie inside. They seem to emit a faint glow.

- I am an expert at healing and consoling. If the violent Equos hurt someone, I'll be there.

   That scene was in yesterday. She totally forgets about time, and when she looks up to see the clock, Turturel is surprised to know how many hours have passed since she leaves the shore. At first, she wouldn't have thought things could go as far as this. Maybe people are overreacting after a long time of peace? Maybe they just want something to entertain themselves and pull out all of this. But it turned out to be much more severe. She's staying at a healing center of the Aerians, where they escort wounded fighters, or even innocent civilians, here to get some treatments. Turturel saw a lot of heavy cases, from a man who was almost burned alive to a girl with several cuts on her body. What made those ones so aggressive? Is there a grudge or misunderstanding that occurred between the dreams and nightmare sides of Velarune? She can foresee chaos coming. How can a realm keep its perfect order and peace while containing two completely opposite sides at once?

   Maybe the answer won't come soon. Turturel hopes for a little chance that both sides may find the same goal and stop all of this. Until then, she'll contribute to the defense force with everything she has. The used shells lie broken. There are countless of them, representing every single person she saved.