SIXTY TWO: She’ll Come to Me

The remainder of the officers' meeting was dominated entirely by the Dragon Emperor.

It seemed not even his brightest and best could understand his ambitions. Why not take the path of least resistance? Why not sit back and wait for the poison of dissension to immobilize all three of the western kingdoms?

'You must save them, all of them.'

Itzae's commission from so many years ago was still fresh in Calix's mind.

Why not hold back, they ask?

Because his destiny was to save.

This continent.

These people.

Everything and everyone.

As many of them as he could.

It was a burden far too heavy for any mortal human to carry alone, but that's what made him who he was. 

A man who shouldered what no man could shoulder.

Calix smirked to himself, thinking of Keliyah's sleeping figure that he'd left in his tent, while the disgruntled first and third generals wrapped up the meeting.