The Elven Kingdom had been in preparation for days. Vast armories were opened, and thousands of swords, spears, bows, and shields were polished and packed into sturdy crates. Soon after, tens of thousands of supplies were loaded onto heavy wagons, ready for the great war against the darkness.
In the city square, the elves watched Mamir with admiration. His bravery and the tale of how he saved his mother had spread throughout the realm. None was more captivated than the young, twelve-year-old Elven Prince, Elanfer. He had listened to the story over and over, his eyes gleaming with awe. Finally, he could no longer hold back and approached Mamir.
— "Brother Mamir... Can I come with you?" he asked eagerly.
Mamir smiled warmly and knelt to meet his gaze.
— "Perhaps in ten years, Elanfer. For now, you are still too young. But if you truly look up to me, if you wish to reach my level and my strength, then train with all your might. Never give up, never falter."
Elanfer's eyes sparkled like stars.
— "No matter what, I will catch up to you, Brother Mamir!"
The words brought a smile to everyone present.
At last, in the great throne hall, the Elven King proclaimed with a voice that shook the chamber:
— "Six thousand of our finest warriors, and ten thousand wagons filled with arms and supplies, are ready! And all of them shall march under the command of Commander Prince Mamir!"
The hall erupted in thunderous applause and chants. Mamir's eyes glistened, but his face held firm with pride. He was no longer just a prince or an heir—he was now the commander of his own army.
Standing before his soldiers, Mamir raised his voice:
— "Today, you place your trust in me, and gather behind me! Never forget this: I will never abandon those who trust me! We will destroy the darkness!"
The army roared as one:
— "Long live Commander Prince Mamir! Long live Commander Prince Mamir!"
The roar shook the skies. Then, the gates of the Elven Kingdom opened wide.
At the front marched Mamir, Ener, Runya, Necor, Bete, and Kirarya. Behind them, the vast elven host and the endless line of supply wagons. Their destination: the Dwarven Realm. For the dwarves had sworn an oath—if the elves joined the war, they would forge the world's strongest armor and send a thousand elite warriors to Mamir's side.
And so the great march began. A moment forever etched into history.
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