It had been a long night and Yaara watched the morning sky for signs of danger. The world was a strange mix of fact and fantasy, science and sorcery. The elders had always been able to protect the village in the past with their magics, but now thier powers were waning. The village had to turn to the Outworlders for help. There were some that were against it but even they knew there was no other choice. As the elders talked to the strange men inside their stronghold, Yaara did her part and kept watch. She had seen many wonders in the Outworlder's halls of metal... things even her elders' magic (what the Outworlder's called Psychic) powers couldn't match. Perhaps there was hope. Perhaps the people from the stars could indeed stop the dragons.