[Storyteller's POV]
As the moon retreated, the sun came forward. The dark sky was illuminated, hiding the bright stars decorating the sky and accentuating the milky-white-coloured clouds covering it. The day that every citizen of Antares had been anticipating had come. This day would be the day when the war that had lasted for two centuries would end.
Everyone that remained in the Antares Kingdom was extremely worried. They were well aware of the significance of this day toward their fate. Many of them wanted to flee the Kingdom but couldn't. They were forced to stay and fight against their will by their rulers, producing a bunch of lifeless and spiritless soldiers.
