Queen Amara- The spirit of Heaven and Earth

The first rays of dawn filtered through the curtains of Sword Sage Peter Hill's chambers, casting a warm glow upon his slumbering form. As the soft light danced across his face, servants bustled about the room, gently rousing him from his rest.

"Master Hill," one of the royal servants spoke with deference, "King Suria has sent word. He requires your presence at the palace at once."

Peter Hill's eyes snapped open, instantly alert as he processed the urgency of the message. With a sense of purpose, he sprang from his bed, hastily donning his armor and strapping on his sword. There was no time to waste.

Mounting his war horse, Peter Hill rode with determination towards the royal palace, the rhythmic sound of hooves against the ground echoing through the early morning silence.