A swell of hope filled the room, washing over us like the first breaths of dawn dispelling the night. It was a hope not just for victory in the battles to come, but also for the enduring strength of the bonds that held us together. We were a family, yes, but also guardians of an ancient line-a line that would not falter while we stood watch.

"Love is our greatest weapon," I whispered, the words a mantra against the encroaching darkness. In their eyes, I saw the reflection of my own ...