HAYDEN'S POV
I stand at the edge of the stone balcony, my fists clenched around the cold balustrade. The courtyard below teems with the presence of Silvermoon armed soldiers lining up to match for battle, but my focus rests solely on one man - my father, the King, mounted on his warhorse coming forward to address his army.
"My valiant warriors, this is a moment of great importance." he booms, his confident voice cutting through the crisp air . "It's an hour that shall separate the weak from the mighty, the cowards from the heroes. Chronicles are not weaved for those who find solace behind towering walls, nor are kingdoms forged through mere talks. They are shaped with the razor-sharp edge of the sword!" He shouts with conviction while raising his sword triumphantly towards the sky, the s
