his armor glittered in the lamplight. it was pretty late, nearing midnight. the army would be moving out the next day.

"you aren't going. i won't allow it." elijah hissed. he anxiously walked the span of the tent, running his hands through his black hair. he wouldn't be able to live with himself he lost anyone else. "please, just listen to me- the king will have my head if you're gone. we can't lose anyone else. i can't lose anyone else." he pleaded. elijah was getting desperate.