Sitting between the elves, Arad had to think about how to solve this big problem quickly. The hatred that the war had caused was now the fuel for conflict, and Arad couldn't just erase that. His draconic mind immediately told him to kill all of the older elves and let the new generation prosper in peace, but his human side immediately shot that idea down.
That quick thinking didn't prevent Cerilla from immediately sensing what he was thinking about, so she asked with a pout. "You thought of something scary just now. I can see the faint glow in your eyes."
Arad closed his eyes, sighed, and looked at her. "I thought that maybe I should just kill all of the older elves and let the younger ones prosper in a peaceful world. That way, all of the hatred would be forgotten."
