He stood, overlooking the battle below him. Sword was drawn, and he held it loosely at his side. He hated this, every second of it. He had never planned on attacking them. He didn’t want revenge; he didn’t want war. Then they brought the war to him.
“Are you ready?” His best friend, Matthias, stands to his left, also watching the battle below.
“I am never ready,” Eli replies. He turns to Matthias...