It had been a few days and the sound of the war horn made noise notifying everyone that trouble was near. Mercedes had managed to calm her thoughts, not letting anything make her falter. She was going to fight, and she was going to defeat Drakoen. She chanted those words like a mantra, not willing to believe otherwise. She was sitting in her room and thinking of how she was going to fight Drakoen. It was all she could think of and, in her mind, she had killed him a thousand times already. It ...