It would've been a beautiful sunny day, had he not been sitting in the war-room of the castle. Marcos was going over battle plans, checking the locations of the enemy's armies. One army, in particular, had been slipping in through the north. He had had to evacuate that part of the kingdom. Now, the army awaited for his command. But... He was unsure as to what that command would be. If he sent out an army to battle in the north, he may leave another part of the kingdom unprotected. Who knew what the faeries were planning. Meanwhile, Almirah was at the archery range. Her hand wavered a little as she lifted the bow and fired, missing the target by a few inches. "Damn..." she muttered, "My aim is so off lately." She sighed and looked around, wondering if anyone had seen. If she was caught aiming so badly, they may make her keep training while the rest of the army headed off into some sort of battle. Nearby, she could see some warriors practice-fighting, but they weren't paying any attention to her.