A Plan for War
The war room buzzed with tension as warriors and leaders crowded around the massive oak table. Maps and scrolls covered the surface, detailing the terrain, enemy positions, and potential strategies. The air was thick with the scent of smoke and ink, and the crackle of torches cast flickering shadows against the stone walls.
Draven stood at the head of the table, his commanding presence demanding attention. He pointed to a section of the map near the southern border. “This is where Malrik will hit first. It’s his most obvious point of attack, but also his most dangerous. If we lose the ravine, we lose the packhouse.”
Susan leaned over the table, her fingers tracing the lines of the map. “We’ve set traps along the main route, but they won’t hold his forces for long. He’s got too many wolves, and those shadow constructs of his are nearly unstoppable.”
Kaelen spoke up from across the table, his tone measured. “We focus our efforts on the borders. Malrik’s forces are strong, but they’re spread thin. If we can hold him at these two choke points,” he gestured to narrow passes flanking the main route, “we can cut off his reinforcements.”
Eira stepped forward, her voice calm but authoritative. “Your warriors are skilled, but they lack the means to counter Malrik’s shadow magic. That’s where Kaelen and I come in. My spells can weaken his constructs and give your wolves the edge they need.”
Susan crossed her arms, her skepticism clear. “And what happens when your magic runs out? Malrik won’t stop because you’re tired, Eira.”
Eira’s expression didn’t waver. “Then we ensure it doesn’t run out. I’ve spent decades mastering these spells. I know what’s at stake, Susan.”
Draven’s growl silenced the tension. “We don’t have time to question every move. If Eira’s magic can give us an advantage, we use it—but we don’t rely on it completely. The packhouse defenses must be fortified, and every warrior needs to be prepared to hold their ground.”
Isla, who had been listening quietly, finally spoke. “Malrik’s obsession with the twins blinds him. He’s reckless when it comes to us.” Her silver eyes met Draven’s. “We use that. Draw him in, make him think he’s winning, and then strike when he’s vulnerable.”
Kaelen nodded, a glint of respect in his gaze. “A sound strategy. Malrik’s pride will be his undoing.”
Draven placed a hand on Isla’s shoulder, his voice low but steady. “It’s risky, but it might be the only way.”
Eira’s gaze lingered on Isla, her voice soft but pointed. “Remember, Isla, this fight isn’t just about survival—it’s about legacy. The choices you make now will shape the future for your children.”
Isla’s jaw tightened, the weight of the moment pressing heavily on her. “Then we make sure that future is worth fighting for,” she said, her voice resolute.
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