I turned my head towards her while she sat on her rocky throne, sun shining, above me, and looked at her. Midday. Her head turned to look at me, her goldening locks moved like water, sending a shockwave throughout my entire being. Her eyes peirced my soul and rendered me immovable. Her smile beconed me to a sense of happiness and safety, where nothing could harm us, but her eyes, still embedded somewhere, lost within me, drank in my essence and learned all they could. Her skin was virgin and pure, a heavenly angel sat before me. And yet others have crossed her path before.
Her path was strewn with the shattered remains of others. A warlord in her own right, weilding her broad axe as she moved in for the kill. She was beside me now, smiling, ready to strike. Her blow would be swift and unchallenged, yet strike she didn't. I felt warmth on my shoulder as she leaned into me, her feathery black wings encompassing my torso. She had spared one, only to face the challenge and scream her war cry another day. A golden curtain ran down my back, silence filling the void. In the silence, one was spared.
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