Chapter 15: The March to Seraphoria (Part 1)

The Seraphoria border is in Thier sight , separating Eclipsara . Lysandra, riding her wyvern, surveyed the soldiers who stood at attention, their armor shinit in the dawn. In the rear, King Aric, wearing a golden armor, observed the march with detached interest.

"Your Majesty," Lysandra called out, her voice cutting through the crisp in the air, "a true leader marches alongside their soldiers, not from the comfort of the rear."

The king, unfazed by her words, replied, "My place is in strategy, not on the frontline. Your duty is to execute my orders."

Lysandra's eyes looked with anger, but she quelled the rising storm within. Instead, she signaled for a halt to the forest, dense and became their temporary base.

"Set up camp," she commanded her elite soldiers, "we march before the sunrise". The people of Seraphoria will bear witness to our arrival."

As the elite soldiers moved with practiced efficiency, Lysandra brooded in the shadows. Her father's reluctance to stand beside his soldiers fueled the fire of resentment within her. The looming confrontation with Seraphoria draw near.

In the dark forest, where the sun cast the light of morning on the sky with her wyvern, Lysandra make the path ahead. The unforseen army of Eclipsara, Seraphoria not knowing what happen whenn the sunrisr Her determination burned as a beacon in the dawn—a war maiden leading her army into the heart of Seraphina, with the weight of a kingdom

Dawn approached, casting a soft glow on the camp as the soldiers prepared to march once more. Lysandra, riding her wyvern, surveyed the disciplined ranks. The king, still lingering in the rear, remained a distant figure, detached from the pulse of the impending conflict.

As they ventured deeper into Seraphoria, Lysandra's thoughts mirrored the darkness that surrounded them. Her words, laced with bitterness, cut through the cold air. "We marched to the Kingdom of Seraphoria they will know the power of our Kingdom"

The soldiers, their breath visible in the winter air, awaited her command. With a raised hand, Lysandra signaled the advance. To the border of Seraphina.