The clatter of steel and the thrum of bowstrings echoed through the training yard as James stood in the center of Valoran's bustling fortress. His gaze swept over his soldiers, each preparing for the upcoming journey north. Armor was polished, weapons sharpened, and supplies packed. They were getting ready for war.
Yet, amidst the controlled chaos, James found himself watching his children. "William" and "Joanna" sparred nearby, their twin blades flashing in the early morning sun. Each move they made was precise, a reflection of the rigorous training they had endured since they could walk. They were still young, but their skills were undeniable. Their strength, even now, surpassed many of the soldiers who trained beside them.
