Vivian wakes

"Lord Athtar, do you not want to send some people to help in the effort?" Itireae, the supreme commander of the Elven Empire, asked her emperor.

"For what reason would we mobilize? We were caught off guard by this invasion, the prophecies told us it would not be for another thousand years." Athtar replied calmly as they walked out of the hall and into the royal garden.

"More the reason, they need our leadership... My lord!" Itireae pleaded, almost forgetting her etiquette in her haste.

"I understand what you are thinking, but you must know that you cannot change things alone. One empire can not change things." Pausing Athtar turned towards Itireae and placed his hand on her shoulder. "I know you want to show me you can fill your father's shoes. That you are worthy of being the supreme commander."

"Know this, I only choose the worthy. If I thought you were not, then you would not be at my side."