As preparations for the next phase of their campaign were being made, the rebel stronghold was bustling with activity. Voices overlapped in intense debates as maps were unfolded. But in the midst of the confusion, everyone was under a lot of stress from recent losses.
Leaning against a table in the battle room's corner, Kael's thoughts were racing through a hundred possible outcomes. Although he was accustomed to making sacrifices, the growing toll on his people troubled him. They seemed to have to pay a price they could hardly afford after every triumph.
Elara came over, her face gentle but worried. "You're repeating yourself," she remarked softly.
"What are you doing?" Even though he already knew the answer, Kael enquired.
Having the entire world resting on your shoulders. You're not by yourself in this.
He forced a faint, weary smile. "I feel like I am sometimes."
His arm was touched by Elara. "A whole movement has been sparked by you. However, you must allow them to assist you. Ha
