The sun had risen high over the battlefield, casting long shadows across the barren landscape. The armies of the two fey princes were lined up on opposite sides, each waiting for the signal to charge.
Fey Prince Ardan, the Eldest, stood at the head of his army, his eyes locked onto his opponent across the field.
Tathariel, the 6th Fey Prince, stood tall and proud at the head of his own army, his sword drawn and ready for battle.
Ardan's heart was heavy with the weight of the lives lost in this war. He had fought for so long, and still, victory eluded him. He took a deep breath and looked around at his troops. They were exhausted, but determined to fight to the bitter end. He knew he had to lead them to victory, no matter the cost.
