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POV: Third Person The air was thick with anticipation as the kingdom continued its preparations for the impending conflict. Word had spread far and wide, and allies from neighboring realms began to trickle in, bolstering the kingdom’s forces. The training grounds were filled with warriors honing their skills, while the council worked tirelessly to devise strategies and contingencies. One morning, as dawn's first light broke over the horizon, a distant horn sounded. The guards atop the palace walls strained their eyes to see a lone figure approaching on horseback. The rider, cloaked in a dark, flowing cape, moved with a sense of urgency. "Open the gates!" a guard commanded, recognizing the emblem on the rider’s cloak. It was the mark of an ancient, powerful ally thought to have been lost