His father worried over the maps as his generals advised him on the most proper course of action. He rushed to his father’s side. “Who’s attacked?” He asked.

His father looked up. “Krolians.” That one word sent a tremor through his body.

“What’s the situation?” He asked.

One of the generals looked up. “Presently they are bombarding us from their warships. We expect them to send their ground forces down soon. Our troops are mobilizing as best they can on such short notice, but since the Clan Wars we’ve had little use for them.”

He grunted. “Well we need them now. Father I will get the troops together and lead them.”

The general leaned down. “Kaiser, the prince would be the perfect figure to lead the men into battle. He has your talent for leadership.”

I smirked. “It’s not like you have a choice, Father, your generals must stay here to keep you updated on the battle.”

His father moaned.

He smiled again as he turned to leave. He didn’t want to admit it but the thought of battle made him giddy.