The night was chilly. The soldiers were on high alert, they were informed that they would attack at dawn by Alexander. He had all the men ready and well rested in the night.
Standing on top of the wall he had his eyes on the enemies of his kingdom. In truth he was dreadful of the war to come, something told him that they weren't going to be so lucky to make it out alive. With Francis and Ander in his mind he couldn't help but clutch at his sword a little harder.
He needed to find a way to protect his love and his son. The two were the most of his concerns. He averted his gaze to the great gate that led into the kingdom. His eyes caught a flash moving from inside the kingdom.
He watched closely in the direction the flash moved to, with his dragon eyes he caught a glimpse of the being.
"Ander," he frowned seeing his son charging for the enemies with a glowing sword.
