Chapter 95 The Invasion

• CHARLES
• I thought I would barely sleep that night, but I slept like a baby. My dreams were filled with blood and dragonfire, a heavy reminder of the day to come. But for some reason, the images of violence did not make me concerned, rather, I was even more excited for the day ahead.
• I woke to the sound of trumpets–a call from our army, signaling us to wake. When I rolled over, I was reminded of another presence in my bed.