Hours passed, the day had changed and the appointed time had come. Dion washed his face and put on his clothes and armor.
Preparing for a tough day that would decide the fate of his kingdom. He took a breath before finally exiting the tent. From there he could see Theodore was ready with his army.
"Huft... I hope all will be well today," Dion muttered as he approached his brother.
Theodore turned around and talked to Dion before their father, Ferid the Emperor, came and ordered them to get ready at once.
"Make sure we win this war. I don't want to go home defeated because of a mistake that happened here, do you understand?"
"Yes father, we understand," Dion and Thodore replied.
"Especially you, Dion. Learn this battle, I want you to have a more useful strategy for the next war."
"Yes, father."
The two princes headed for their horses and the royal troops began to form up according to what they had talked about.
