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J.R. Obra

PROLOGUE

An exhausted Kinu fell face first into the ground sending a cloud of dust into the air. This average stature, dark haired ninja with a pale complexion remained where she was feeling the effects of an intense battle on her sore and battered body. As she released a throatily groan her eyes finally flickered open to reveal a pair of intense gray eyes filled with pained sorrow.

After perceiving an intricately designed katana with a unique Jade colored blade lying a few feet away she grumbled. “Humph.” Her eyes focused in on the image of a raven in flight that had been etched into its blade. This lone surviving member of the Raven Clan released a jagged breath at the emblem that signified her past. A lifetime ago or so it feels.

Realizing that she had better get up before the scavengers arrived to loot the dead Kinu reluctantly pushed herself up. She rose to her feet minding her sore ribs and the throbbing sensation that seemed to radiate on the left side of her abdomen. Her petite, athletic frame was clad in a dark blue shinobi shozoko that at the moment was caked in gore. As she walked over to retrieve her discarded katana Kinu placed a hand to her side then brought her fingers up to inspect them. When she noticed fresh blood upon them she growled, “Damn it!”

Once Kinu sheathed her blade she proceeded to leave the gory battlefield the lone victor. All about her were the bodies of fallen friends that now lay entangled with the their defeated foes. As her heart ached at not giving them a proper burial, she knew that another wave of Eyre soldiers led by Sir Oldac would be arriving at any moment. There’ll be a time later to mourn for them. For her foremost priority right now was one of self-preservation.

“Bastard Duain,” she spat in disgust, “murderous tyrant.” This was a horrid nightmare that she wished she could just wake from. Her kids had been targeted by their own uncle for death as their father had before them. Deston, her beloved husband had fallen five years prior, which left her a single parent whose main goal was to protect them with every fiber of her being. “As long as there’s breath in my lungs you’ll never lay a finger upon them.”

Her priorities right now were to get the hell out of here and reunite with her hidden girls. Prior to the battle she had them search out a hidden cave that she had used as a teen herself so long ago. She had faith in her oldest, Quinn to lead them to safety. Her daughter had a natural knack at picking up just about anything taught to her and was to date being trained in the fine arts of a huntress.

As her body ached something fierce her head was spinning out of control. She scolded herself for misjudging her stabbing wound from earlier. And with her mind suddenly unfocused, her priorities grew cloudy. Not now just a little further. She soon realized though that her exhausted body needed rest and the wound at her side needed tending.

After deciding that she was at a safe enough distance away Kinu had a seat next to an ivy leaf maple tree. She brought up her water skin, finished off the remaining swallow then leaned her head back. Part of her wanted to reunite with her kids while the other reminded her that she needed to stitch her wound up before she bled to death. “All right... all right,” she groaned and realized that a stream was within walking distance from where she was, “first aid then my girls.”

“Wise indeed, but the end result will be the same.”

As Kinu’s head snapped towards the feminine voice, her hand readied a shaken from a hidden pocket at her side. She narrowed her eyes towards the stranger who stood just a few feet away. And knew that there was just something strangely familiar about this woman whose skin shimmered when looked upon. “Who are you?”

Dressed in a flowing white toga that had been tied with a thin, gold link chain was an attractive, porcelain white skinned woman. She knelt before a pink rose and was casually inhaling its fragrant scent when her thin lips curled into bright smile. Loosely curled shoulder length strawberry hair framed her delicate features while loving, deep twilight blue colored eyes stared into the mortal’s. “My name is Freya.”

“The Goddess of Fertility,” she uttered in surprise and swallowed hard. “I’m Kinu, but you probably know that. So... What did you mean by the end result will be the same?”

“I’m afraid that you won’t make it in time.”

Her heart stopped upon realizing what the goddess had meant, “You mean?”

“No, but your wounds prevent you from saving your children though.”

As this sank in Kinu gently outlined the four pointed star within her hand. She thought it was funny that she had readied a shaken, as if would actually damage a god or something and tucked it away. Her heart ached. Having already lost the love of her life she now feared their children as well. Her faced hardened with resolve and she climbed to unsteady feet. “I won’t let this happen!”

“It will and it has.”

She uttered with tear filled eyes, “WHY?”

“A freak accident.”

“Why are telling me this if it had already happened?” she inquired while fighting back the tears. When a revelation sparked within her, “Unless...”

The Fertility Goddess gave the mortal an acknowledging nod. “Please continue.”

“Unless,” she said with hope, “there’s something we can do to change it.”

“There is, but...”

“A sacrifice must be made,” Kinu said just as the very thought entered into her mind, “my life for theirs.”

Freya nodded somberly.

“Then I will gladly give mine for theirs.”

“Very well then,” Freya said and was about to gesture with a wave of her hand when she noticed the questioning look upon the mortal’s face. “Is there a question you’d like to ask?”

“Yes, if I may?”

“You may.”

“Why?”

“Because I’ve seen a future... filled with unspeakable horrors that no mortal could readily comprehend or should. Even I was traumatized by the untold suffering that I felt for that brief moment in time. All I can say is that one of your daughters will play a major role in the years to come. One that may drastically change if she were to die today.”

Pride filled her soul for the very thought of just one of her daughters doing such a thing was unimaginable to say the least. She would’ve been happy for whatever path they desired in life so long as they were happy. This was her way. Taught to her by her own mother so long ago and in turn had passed it down to her daughters. Part of her wished that she could be there to see that happen, but as with life sacrifices must be made. And she would make the ultimate one for her children with no regrets. “Thank you.” she said finally with renewed resolve and readied herself for whatever the goddess intended to do, “I am ready then.”

“Very well,” the goddess acknowledged with a small smile, “may the Great Mother bless you in the hereafter.”

A SOVEREIGN’S BORN

A dusty mare pulled a rickety wagon down a well-worn mountain road. Its grizzly looking driver by the name of Petrus glanced over his shoulder at the setting sun. After downing the remnants of a flask containing firewater he purred, “Well... that hit the spot Frances,” replacing it into a pocket, “and no one’s the wiser.”

A low grumbling came from Petrus’ stomach as he guided the wagon into a dense part of the Great Forest. One that signaled for him to stop or risk the consequences. “Damn blue oysters,” he griped. Quickly, he yanked on the reins unaware of a voyeur who watched his every move. After pulling his mare to a halt he then leapt off in search of a bush.

Camouflaged in the tree limbs above was a hooded stranger who’d been sitting there ever since the driver had entered into the forest. Ignoring the man’s gaze for a moment a pair of icy grays then focused on the distant city of Corinth.

As the Mare Aegean gently lapped its shores a gentle eastern breeze brought with it the fresh scent of the sea. Tales of this scenic seaport lured immigrants from everywhere with visions of wealth. Yet, as with everything this booming city concealed scars of battles past. All fought for its ownership. Located on the main trade route in the realm of Kladon and this was the port capital of Glaine. Corinth was the city of dreams for hidden in the snowcapped mountains just to the north of it was an abundant source of natural resources that would amount to untold wealth.

Gliding silently through the tree limbs towards the returning driver was the cloaked figure whose hood had now fallen back to reveal a fair-skinned woman with chiseled features and long fiery red hair. As her eyes narrowed she mentally scolded herself for choosing a man of Petrus’ caliber. Being that he had stopped at two taverns to take his fill of the spirits prior to leaving the city knowing full well he was to meet her at base camp at midday.

Detesting those who wasted HER time on frivolous things like this she released a low growl. For she knew that time was of the essence now and spied Petrus a moment longer before dropping down behind him as he passed by. After latching a strong arm around his neck she growled in low voice, “Sloshing on your job.”

His eyes widened upon recognizing the voice that belonged to none other than Lord Quinn Ethan, his latest employer. A startled gasp issued from Petrus’ mouth as the pressure upon his neck tightened. Even his 5’6” frame felt small compared to her domineering presence being that she was only three inches taller. Yet, her beauty maybe considered to some as deadly as the blade she wielded so skillfully. He tried to pull her hands off, but it was to no avail. “Please...” he gasped between breaths, “I...”

“Tsk... tsk.”

“B-but I did as you asked,” he pled to the young ruler, “I just thought-”

“I didn’t pay you to think, Petrus.”

“But-”

“Do you have something for me?”

“Yes,” Petrus uttered in a gasp and pulled out a wadded up piece of paper that he’d received earlier, “here.” It was from a colleague of his who just happened to be a Corinth city council member and in charge of the upcoming festival. A local festival that his employer was somewhat intrigued by. “Fraym said he’d do it...”

“Aye, then.” Quinn said before snapping his neck in one swift move, “Ignorant drunk.” She knew his death served two purposes. One to remind those that tallied about death would be result and the other, to tie up an annoying loose end. She then proceeded to drag his lifeless body behind some bushes.

Once done with discarding the body, she stepped out from the foliage. This warrior stood tall in the black cloak that draped over her well-oiled gray leather armor. Armor that fit her athletic body like a glove, yet flaunted her obvious femininity. An image of a silver dragon, her family’s guardian from generations past, decorated her chest plate. She scanned the area once again for any bothersome voyeurs and none were found. Satisfied she relaxed enough to take in a calming breath.

Quinn was a highly skilled warrior whose talents leaned towards the dark arts of assassination just like her mother before her. This 19-year-old was the sole ruler of Eyre and the lands surrounding it. Sheathed at her side was the ‘Noble Blade of Ages’. A bastard sword possessing an unbreakable ebony blade. This relic’s hilt held an explicit design of two serpents intertwined in the struggle of battle. Aiding her in battles past, it nourished the bloodlust within her.

Quinn began to reflect on the day she’d first set foot upon the white sandy shores of Glaine. Her mind was taken by the richness of this land while her heart its beauty. It wasn’t hard considering she’d been intrigued by this city for sometime now, for this new world impassioned her desires of power. And she ultimately chose the city of Corinth as an extension to her already prosperous empire. A good day indeed, she pondered and was suddenly brought from her thoughts when the hairs on the back of neck rose, signaling her of a strange presence nearby.

“You could own this as well as the lands beyond.”

Quinn spun around towards the seductive voice that surrounded her and found no one there. Yet, she still felt a presence and growled, “Show yourself!”

A tanned, muscular woman wearing a skin-tight black leather ensemble that accented her large bosom appeared beside her. Shapely long legs brought the dark beauty to about the same height as the lord. Black tresses fell into enigmatic sapphires while her hand rested upon the hilt of a broadsword. Upon noticing the lingering eyes of the mortal she purred, “Like what you see?”

“Aye, perhaps.” Quinn voiced and locked eyes with the dark stranger. “And you are?”

“The name’s Morrigan,” she revealed with a broad grin, “Goddess of War.”

“And,” Quinn’s brow quirked up, “what brings a Goddess to me?”

“I must confess that I’ve been keeping an eye on you for some time now.”

Quinn’s eyes narrowed upon hearing this.

“Goddess of War remember?”

“….”

“Anyway,” said the War Goddess as she sauntered up to the mortal’s side, “it was your battle with King Duain that caught my attention.”

Unconsciously Quinn released a low growl upon hearing the name of the cowardly bastard that had shattered her childhood so long ago.

There’s just something about her, Morrigan thought with a slight grin. Was it Quinn’s savvy and charismatic personality used to recruit the populace in hordes to fight? Maybe. Perhaps it was an astuteness that was beyond her mortal years that allowed Quinn to be diplomatic when need be. Could be. Or was it her strength and courage that seemed to radiate through a complex being that lured her in. Possibly. And finally she concluded that it was a mixture of the mortal’s dark side and light that would one day lead her to greatness.

After placing a gentle hand on her shoulder Morrigan added, “Which by the way was an invigorating sight to see.”

“Humph...”

Quickly Morrigan remembered that the young lord detested the late king as she had when he was alive. “Many pardons,” she apologized with a bowed head, “I didn’t mean to offend.”

“My UNCLE was a damned fool!” Quinn spat in disgust. She hated Duain for what he was. A pretentious ass who murdered his own brother for the throne. A throne that she might add awaited her own father, a one Lord Deston. But it wasn’t to be. For Duain was in cahoots with a rivaling faction who’d been promised prime land deeds as well as a percentage from the kingdom’s annual tax for their help in assassinating her father.

Being that Quinn was eight at the time she hadn’t known the details of her father’s death until she was in her early teens. Confessed to her by her dying mother. It was sad indeed for their tearful goodbyes were lost on the truth. Truth of how they barely escaped with their lives just to go into hiding from the very people who’d wished them dead as well.

“I know talent when I see it.”

“Is that so?”

“And you... my beauty, have the makings of a true sovereign.”

An overtly ambitious Quinn already knew this and acknowledged it with a slight nod. “Aye.”

“And with my help... you could rule the WORLD.”

“If I so desire it--I shall be doing this without the help of ANY Goddess.”

“True and what fun that will be.”

Quinn only glared back at her.

“All right... how about being MY champion then?”

“Your champion?” Quinn’s brow perked up, “eh?”

The War Goddess nodded.

“And that would entitle me to...”

“Imagine being a master of all known fighting skills and then some,” Morrigan revealed excitedly. “Your body healing itself at three times the time it does now... faster reflexes... as well as an assortment of other...” she paused a moment for emphasis before finally purring, “gifts.”

“Enough!” An intrigued Quinn silenced her with a quick hand gesture. Is she serious? She then began to wonder what the catch to this godly offer would be.

The War Goddess easily read her mind while drawing small circles upon the mortal’s shoulder. “The use of your abilities from time to time,” she replied slyly.

“And?”

“As well as a shrine or two devoted to me of course.”

As Quinn’s brow perked up the images of hot, unbridled sex with this dark goddess flashed before her mind’s eye. Flesh upon flesh. Limbs intertwined in heated friction while the sweet sounds of orgasmic pleasures rang in her ears causing her heart to race and body to grow excited. Her tongue darted out as to moisten her now dry lips and breathed, “Begods!”

“No silly,” she said nudging her. “Your talents will do nicely.” Leaning towards Quinn’s ear Morrigan seductively added, “But if you desire a more intimate relationship... I’d be more than happy to comply.”

Quinn swallowed hard. For her arousal was growing tï proportions from the close proximity of this dark goddess. She needed to control this and fast. So, she focused all her effortó on the goddess’ offer. All this for the use of my blade. “My talents and the shrines...” her voice cracked while as she spoke, “will do for now.”

“Aawww...” the War Goddess sighed disappointedly. For she so wanted to bed this mortal. No matter, there’s plenty of time to partake in the pleasures of the flesh, she thought. “We could have SO much fun though,” she added with a lopsided grin. “Oh well, as you desire it then. So, do we have a deal?”

Quinn knew this arrangement would ultimately be beneficial in the long run. Being a champion for goddess was a uniyue privilege indeed. Yet, part of her was weary of this arrangement. “You’ll give me the ability to master all fighting skills... faster reflexes and healing,” she assessed aloud. “All this for the use of MY talents.”

“That’s the deal.”

“I don’t know...”

“Okay, I’ll even throw myself in pot as well.” Morrigan added gesturing towards herself, “Think about it--you’ll have the exclusive use of my talents from time to time. Now, doesn’t that sound like a deal?”

“Perhaps.”

“Come on... people would kill to have less.”

“Aye,” Quinn nodded. “It’s a deal then.”

“Goodie!” Morrigan grinned just as a parchment materialized in her hand. “Everything’s in the contract,” she said and held it out for her inspection. “Would you care to look it over?”

“Aye, I would.” Quinn took the offered scroll and gave it a once over. Satisfied with its contents she gave a simple, “Em.”

“Good,” mused the War Goddess. “Now just place your thumb print next to mine and it’s a done deal.”

Quinn paused for a moment as if to reconsider this pact, but placed her digit onto it anyway. She watched as her print burned into the contract, thus sealing their contract. A done deal indeed. She then turned to the goddess, “It’s done?”

“Yes.”

“When does it start?”

“As we speak.” Morrigan grinned broadly. “Now do your Lord thing and get this city conquered,” she added and disappeared in a bright flash of light.

~~~ # ~~~

Two weeks had passed since Quinn had signed the pact with the goddess. During which her trustworthy spies had gathered enough information on the city’s latest owner for her upcoming invasion. He was a portly man with the morals of a sea slug that went by the name of Lord Casben. The man’s main focus she read was monetary and cared not that his men ravaged the city’s citizens. This sickened her.

Quinn had strategically positioned her battle-hardened cohorts around the port city as well as a century unit disguised within the Corinth itself prior. Her plan was to wait until everyone was preoccupied with the local harvest festival for the Earth Goddess Rowan to make her move. It was the perfect plan for she would invade from within.

Soldiers on both sides were clashing amongst themselves. Whilst citizens scrambled for their very lives. General chaos ran amuck and for the next five hours the invasion transpired. In the end Casben’s men were no match for her proficient army.

As the sounds of battle lulled Quinn in, victory was ultimately hers with minimal loss to her men. After securing the city she turned her attention towards the castle, for the bastard Casben was next. She stormed it with ease and found the cowardly lord hidden among his slaves. Detesting cowards and all she knew this man was truly one through and through. Dragging the begging man by his shirt Quinn then tied him to her mount and victoriously rode through the battered city with the wailing man behind.

“String him up along side the others!” Quinn ordered upon arriving at the Town Square with her prize. And observed with a smirk as her men strung him up next his battered supporters for all to see. This was a good day indeed, she thought amongst the cheers of support that rang all around her.

~~~ # ~~~

Four days later, a regal Quinn rode towards the Town Square atop her Ebony colored warhorse named Storm. As she was contemplating the sentences for her prisoners the victorious chants from her cohorts brought her from her thoughts. With a broad grin upon her stoic face she pulled Storm to a halt. Raising a hand into the air Quinn hushed her cheering men. “These men are incompetent and represent an unwanted element in the city!”

The triumphant lord gazed into the crowd of enthusiastic soldiers with pride. This was why she chose this path. With a loyal cohort that ranged from the young and old as well as intermixed with the sexes she knew they were all willing to die for her cause without hesitation. “We cannot allow them to fester within Corinth!” she shouted somberly.

“HAIL LORD QUINN!” They chanted again while clanging their swords onto their shields. “HAIL LORD QUINN!”

“And to all who oppose us!” a bemused Quinn roared next, “DEATH by disembowelment!” She observed with a placid interest as her men carried out her orders to each of the five prisoners prior to placing their mutilated bodies on the boundaries of the city. A ghastly warning to those who opposed them to rethink any thoughts of invasion.

TEN YEARS TO THE DAY

Quinn, now a sovereign, stood on her balcony enjoying this breathtaking view of her kingdom. She usually savored this daily ritual, but not today. The distant horizon that normally glowed with the vibrate hues of red, orange and yellow, and more than often creating a scenic background for her thriving city was marred by gloomy storm clouds.

As she stood there a distinct call of a great falcon caught her attention. She cocked her head to the side as to hear this rare bird only to reveal a black eye patch and a long scar that ran from the right brow itself down and along her cheek. Quinn spied the bird just as it banked right and disappeared behind a cluster of trees. Yet, her remaining gray eye betrayed an emptiness within--something she had yet to realize.

Quinn ran a hand over a scarlet silk robe that she wore, and thought back on how she had brought this town of trade from ruin to glory. She alone possessed this city as well as a third of the vast domain surrounding it. Whereas the Emperor Iakoboi owned the eastern lands across the vast sea of Mare Aegean and the Goddess Anitra’s daughter Queen Areyn, the western.

Plans of ruling her domain in peace were soon nixed by a greedy mage whose sights were set on all she owned. A war had ensued and was on its fifth year when an unforeseen stalemate occurred between their perspective empires. One to her surprise grew into years. Years of gaining a few steps only to fall back two fold was waning heavy on her very nerves as well as on her resources.

As a gentle southern breeze blew her short tresses into a cold eye she pondered to earlier that day. Her spies had sent word that the emperor was planning something horrid for the Queen of the Amazons. Assassination would be more like it, she sighed with relief knowing full well that it would fail miserably as it had numerous times before. Brushing the bothersome hair away she smirked, “When will he ever learn?”

For she’d been down that road before, on Iakoboi. Lost a third of her men to his army in the process, an eye to Bertók and almost her life as well. It was a complete failure on her part. One she never wanted to relive again. And to her sure grin her comrades at arms, the Amazons’ had jumped at this opportunity to attack the bastard, thus sending him retreating with his tail between his legs. A sight indeed.

“I must say,” whispered Morrigan a second later, “that it’s just another glorious day in the sovereign’s empire.”

“Aye,” Quinn sighed, “perhaps.”

There was a bright flash and the War Goddess revealed herself casually sitting on the balcony’s railing. “What’s wrong my champion?”

“This damned stalemate!”

“It leaves a bitter taste on ones palate doesn’t it?”

Quinn nodded.

“Who’d guess that this would happen?” shrugged Morrigan. She mentally scolded herself for even she hadn’t a clue as to this unforeseen stalemate. “Three empires... three gods all-striving to be number one,” she chuckled playfully. “Don’t you just love it?”

“Ach….”

The War Goddess’ eyes grew wide as she spoke, “Tell me you’re not thinking of giving it up.”

“NEVER!” Quinn snapped turning to the dark goddess. “I didn’t come this far just to become a pacifist.”

“Good,” Morrigan released a reassuring sigh and added with pride, “I’d expect nothing less from you.”

“It’s just that... I’m in need of a solution that will break this impasse that’s all.”

“Be cautious of what you inquire for,” Morrigan remarked casually. And as she disappeared in a bright flash her voice lingered on, “For it may come to pass.”

Quinn only shook her head at the departed Goddess. Part of her wondered if she’d made the right decision in being the goddess’ champion so long ago. Yet, she didn’t linger on the what ifs for what was done was done. When she finally turned back to the horizon before her and heard a light rapping at the door. “ENTER!”

The door opened to reveal a petite blond with short hair poking her head in. “My liege,” she said, “may I enter?”

“Aye.”

After quickly closing the door behind her the fair-skinned beauty ran a nervous hand over the simple green toga that covered her lithe body and approached. Her name was Sibyl and she was the sovereign’s personal oracle. “During my meditation to the Goddess Freya,” she revealed with a bowed head, “I was granted another premonition.”

“Um...” Quinn turned to her, “well, Oracle it would behoove you to present it.”

Once Sibyl’s emerald eyes locked with an icy gray she spoke in a lowered voice, “I saw the death of a queen...”

A mixture of emotions filled Quinn’s eye in an instant upon hearing this. But soon narrowed upon realizing the somber look that was plastered across the her face as if there was more to this story. “And?”

“Emperor Iakoboi’s banner was hanging in my liege’s Corinth.”

“On ‘bout?” She couldn’t believe the omen this oracle had just foretold. “Are you daft girl?” Quinn scoffed in her native tongue, which seemed to appear more often when she was angered as well as on rare occasions such as this. “I think you need to lay off the Amazon wine.”

“My liege, I’m not drunk.”

Quinn abruptly cleared her throat.

“All right,” sighed Sibyl. “I admit that I had a whole bottle last night. And yes, I have a slight hangover, but the vision IS real.”

“Are YOU certain that it’s Queen Areyn we’re talking about here?”

“I’m positive,” Sibyl affirmed somberly. “She possesses short dark hair, unique green eyes-”

“Aye, its her.”

“Queen Areyn’s death will be my liege’s downfall.”

Quinn still couldn’t believe what the oracle was saying and needed a second opinion on this omen. A godly one to be exact. “Your dismissed,” she said gruffly and waited until Sibyl had left the room before calling upon her deity. “Morrigan!”

“Yes?” purred the War Goddess as she materialized upon her champion’s bed a moment later. “You called?”

“Will the death of Queen Areyn be my downfall?”

“Did I not warn you earlier?” sighed Morrigan. “Was it not YOU that desired a solution to break this impasse?”

Her patience was wearing thin about now and the godly scolding was getting aggravating to say the least. She was about to comment on this, but held her tongue and just narrowed her eye towards the dark goddess.

“And don’t be giving me that famous stare of yours,” Morrigan reprimanded prior to revealing the truth. “It seems that a certain nymph during one of her famous temper tantrums has granted your request.”

“You’re joking right?”

“I wish,” Morrigan stretched out on the bed, “the little tike possesses a will of stone just like her mother Freya. Mix that with my stubborn nature and you get one three-year-old nymph who wants her way all the time. And before you inquire about me reversing it... can’t do it. Seems that Zâral has been secretly coaching her on the fine arts of cursing and only she can reverse it.”

Gods, could this get any worse? Quinn just shook her head in disappointment.

“I’m sorry,” Morrigan said honestly, “but I don’t see that happening anytime soon. So, if you value your empire like I know you do... I can only suggest that you set aside your differences for now and protect Areyn with all your abilities.”

“Ach...” Quinn murmured not liking this one damn bit. Unfortunately there wasn’t any other choice that she cared to dwell on. For death wasn’t an option and losing her empire to Iakoboi just made her ill. No, there wasn’t a choice in the matter. Quinn had to protect Queen Areyn at all costs.

“I know... I know. I’ll do my best in persuading my daughter to reverse it, all right?”

“And I’ll protect Areyn.”

“You’ll do fine. I have faith in you.” Morrigan said with an all knowing smirk then disappeared in burst of light. “Thank you.”

As Quinn stormed out of her room she made her way towards her oracle’s room that was located two doors away. After entering through the open door she observed Sibyl kneeling before a small shrine devoted to Freya. “What must I do to prevent this?” she said knowing full well what she must do and quickly corrected, “Your opinion that is.”

Sibyl started to say, “I have a plan...” then realized that she had just overstepped her boundaries, “Forgive me for my error.”

“A plan?” repeated Quinn as her brow perked up. “Go on with you.”

Sibyl brightened at the fact that she was about to reveal her strategy. One that involved bringing two empires together to form one whole one. She knew it would work for Freya had suggested this prior. Nonetheless this was something that she had never thought would happen in the three years she’d been in servitude to the sovereign and nervously unveiled it, “May Freya bless me.”

BRING ON THE AMAZONS

Snuggled deep in the thick Elven forest known, as Shadowdar was the city of Ephesus, the center of the Amazon nation. This powerful nation was located on the continent of Obaye the second largest, Glaine being first in the realm of Kladon. This legendary city had been designed in a uniquely elliptical layout with a vast temple dedicated to the Goddess Anitra at its axis. Surrounding it were community buildings, numerous shops and workshops, family sized structures and large communal bachelor huts.

As a matriarchal society power was granted through the linage of women. All females were raised to become warriors from an early age. Each were taught to defend their way of life at all costs. This was ingrained in part from their rich heritage that came as a result of being the loyal defenders of the sacred lands of the Goddess Anitra. They were warriors first and foremost, and all other skills were considered secondary.

As for the men, though there was an established discrimination of power based upon sex. They were essentially allowed only to be caregivers of their offspring. And in rare instances a chosen few even held some low-level authoritative positions. Over the years, a select number of men grew in skill and as a result, the matriarchs found that they were worthy enough become warriors and were allowed to establish a male warrior group. This group was eventually named the Paladins of Anitra.

Inhabiting the forests of the realm as well as co-existing with the Amazons was the L´Emeraude Elves. They were a virtuous and lawful race by nature. The fine features of an L´Emeraude were framed with dark green hair and their slender 5’ high frame was covered in a light green skin. Possessing their own unique abilities they were wildly known to have animosity towards their distant brethren. These recluse beings were keepers of the land as well as endowed with the innate ability to caste magic and create magical weapons.

A strand of black hair fell into Areyn Weismyer’s charismatic eyes. Eyes that were unique considering the irises were briar green and the corneas a shade lighter. This rare trait was known throughout the realm as a sign of her godly lineage. One that only a select few possessed and others coveted. Covering her tanned physique was a billowy half buttoned white shirt that revealed an ample bosom. Tailored black breeches covered muscular thighs and upon her feet were knee high matching boots. Her ensemble graced her feminine beauty and confirmed an athletically fit body.

Leaning against her thigh was a sheathed bastard sword, the Majestic Blade of Akshan. As Areyn observed the harvesting festivities from her throne a finger casually caressed the vivid image of a white dragon with glowing ruby eyes that had been carved upon its hilt.

As a celebration for their bountiful hunt and a fruitful harvest commenced all around, her mind was on more pressing matters of the nation. The emperor to be exact. Areyn knew that the stalemate between the emperor and the sovereign was really a blessing in disguised so to speak. For the nation needed time to regroup, gather strength and form new alliances that would ultimately aid them in the victory to come. Yet, in the back of her mind a part of her grew weary of this damned war of greed.

Areyn was soon drawn from her thoughts by the chanters who were now circling the large bonfire in the center of the square. She closed her eyes and listened as the rhythmic pounding of the drums mixed with the joyous songs grew louder and more emotional with every beat.

Meanwhile, an attractive, L´Emeraude Elven Princess by the name of Kali Porthios maneuvered through the crowd with ease. She wore intricate decorated, brown leather armor that possessed an image of a white dragon in flight on the upper right corner of her breastplate signifying Elven Royalty. Being only 500 winters old she was considered a mere young adult in the eyes of her brethren. Short dark green hair framed her fine Elven features while a pair of enchanting green eyes revealed an observant personality as well as an honorable disposition.

Noticing the worried look on her friend’s face Kali had a seat next to her. She knew that Areyn was a wise and compassionate Queen who often had a tendency to help others at the expense of her own happiness. One of her many unique traits. Nonetheless her friend and leader was a gifted warrior of 26 years who’d quickly grown to become a brilliant tactician from their numerous run-ins with the emperor. “Areyn,” she said in a low whisper, “are you all right?”

“I’m fine Kali.” Areyn replied flashing her regent a reassuring grin. “Any news on...”

“The emperor?”

Areyn nodded.

“Cyma should be arriving anytime now,” Kali mentioned just as the brunette scout in question approached. “Speaking of which.”

“Greetings, my queen.” Cyma greeted out of breath. Her dark eyes lowered in respect as she knelt before them. “Regent Kali.”

“Good evening,” Areyn responded, “what did you find out?”

“The emperor is moving two Cohorts totaling a thousand solders towards our western tribe,” Cyma informed. “He plans to take over the gold mines.”

“We can’t have that now can we?” Areyn muttered aloud before glancing down at her royal scout. “You did well,” gesturing with a wave of a hand, “now go... Enjoy the festivities.”

“Thank you, my queen.”

Her mind was racing as she watched the scout disappear into the celebrating crowd. “Send a messenger to the western providence,” Areyn said while rubbing the bridge of her nose, “make sure they’re ready for our uninvited guests. Oh, and ready two cohorts of my elite guard and one of my paladin.”

“Of course.”

“And Kali... I’m going to greet our intruders personally.”

“As you wish it then.”

~~~ # ~~~

It was later that night when Areyn began contemplating her life to date as well as her reign as queen. Having been a successful queen for the last 10 years she knew that half of those were used in warring with the emperor. After slipping away from the festivities she made her way through the dark forest to a childhood spot. This secret sanctuary atop a large boulder overlooking a huge valley below was one she’d visited for over 23 years now.

“Peace,” she sighed, “is it a dream or...?” Areyn knew that his empire would fight till the end to possess her nation’s land and all its rich resources. “Over my dead body.”

Having foreseen this prior she had allied with the White Dragon Clan thus empowering them with their vast numbers and not to mention their ancient dragon magic’s. She also sought the help from the Cleric’s of Rowan who were known for mastering the healing arts. Although she knew deep down that her mother probably had a hand in persuading Rowan to allow her chosen to help in this bloody mess. Being the daughter to the Goddess of the Hunt had its privileges after all it seems.

“Thinking too hard might strain something,” a masculine voice spoke up next.

“Very funny,” a grinning Areyn glanced down at her sword, “Akshan, I thought you’d be asleep.”

“Oh never! Well, not before a battle that is.”

“There’s still time you know.”

“I know, but I could say the same for you.”

“My mind is restless-”

“Your heart as well.”

“My heart?” she repeated cocking a brow, “what ARE you talking about sword?”

“You’ve been so busy fighting instead of living that you secretly desire someone to love.”

Areyn laughed, “You’re reaching my friend.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Uh huh.”

“I’ve been with you for over 13 years and have yet to seen you with a true consort.”

“Hey!” protested the Amazon Queen, “I’ve been a bit busy here... becoming QUEEN. And not to mention ALL the duties that come with the position.”

“Humph.”

“What? Besides a certain individual that we both know may disagree with that comment of yours.”

“Perhaps, but one who’s willing to submit-”

“Hey! We’re working on that--it just takes time for someone who possesses such a dominate nature to relinquish a part of themselves that’s all.”

“Three years?”

“The world wasn’t created in a day, you know.”

“Uh huh.”

“Besides you should be happy that I have someone that’s fiercely loyal, enamored at the mere sight of me and ruggedly handsome to boot.”

“I am, Mistress. It’s just that I’m worried-”

“No worries my friend... No worries.”

“It’s just I’ve had three owners over the years,” Akshan said casually. “Two gave into their hearts and became better people for it, while the third did not. He became a cold warrior and grew bitter at the world for not allowing him to find his heart. I don’t want THAT to happen to you.”

“Well, my friend... I can assure you THAT will not happen. Besides, I really don’t need the distraction-”

“Hiding behind all those masters,” he said with disappointment, “how sad.”

“Am not.”

“Are too.”

“I have friends.”

“Any SPECIAL friends?”

“Well,” Areyn shrugged, “you’re with me from sun up to sun down you tell me. And again let’s not forget a certain individual-”

“Anyone else?”

“Well... I do have plenty of suitors.”

“Uh huh.”

“Besides I’m happy with you know who... remind me why I’m discussing my love life to you.”

“Because you can.” Akshan pointed out. “You know that I speak the truth.”

“Yeah,” she said with a laugh, “it’s just one of your MANY abilities.”

STORMS ARISING

Menzotaro was a mystical cavern city located in the heart of the Menzo mountain range on the continent of Eustas. An ebony castle made from adamantine sat in the center of this bustling stone metropolis and dug on either side of it were two huge tunnels that led further into the bowels of the capital. Ever watchful stone gargoyles were perched along its walls and above the building itself was a huge glowing crystal facet that brightened the gloomy atmosphere.

Armed Siraj soldiers dressed in black chain mail patrolled its perimeter. This beastly looking species possessed a high intelligence for magic as well as the art of warring. Normally standing between 4’ to 5’ this hairless race had tan-green skin, which covered their muscular frame. Each possessed a pug nose, pointed ears, sloping forehead and a pair of thick lips that framed a mouthful of sharp teeth. Two obvious features of the species were two large canines that protruded from a lower jaw and their discerning crimson eyes.

Deep within the confines of the castle was a ruthless dark mage ruled Menzotaro with an iron hand. He was a lowly middle-aged man of average stature and height who looked older than he really was. Lean with sharp features, the mage’s spellbinding black eyes matched a heartless soul. His name was Iakoboi Antalya´ar. He was a cruel, cunning and highly intelligent schemer whose motives were basic. Power and greed controlled his destiny as well as his unwavering faith in the Storm God Zâral.

Black robes, accented with red trimmings draped Iakoboi’s lithe frame. The studying mage sat alone in his vast library of spell books memorizing yet another spell. Mastering new spells to him was like breathing to others. The emperor was known to be in here for days on end just practicing the Dark Magic and furthering his skill and power at the expense of his own health at times. In the end though his body would finally succumb from exhaustion at the cost of gaining another spell.

A sudden lightning bolt crashed to the ground and the Storm God Zâral appeared before his chosen one. His powerful frame stood 7’ tall and he was clad head to toe in spiked black armor. An enclosed horned helmet was atop his head that revealed a pair of sinister red eyes. “I can understand the need of memorizing more spells,” he commented narrowing his eyes, “yet YOU are a mortal after all.”

“My lord,” greeted Iakoboi before dropping to his knees in reverence to his deity, “I only desire to be the best.”

“You are with MY help of course.”

“But of course... what brings my lord here?”

“I may have a plan. One that will end this stalemate once and for all.”

~~~ # ~~~

Later that day was like any other for Iakoboi, one of intense study. “Etaretilbo,” he said gesturing towards a clay pot. His target seemed to shift and move then abruptly ripped itself apart. After attaining another spell a sly smirk formed, but his glorious achievement was rudely disrupted by a pounding on the large oak door that separated him from the rest of the castle. Iakoboi knew of only one person that dared to interrupt his studies was his second in command. “Enter!”

The door opened and in stepped a cloaked dark paladin clad in all black armor. His short brown hair was peppered gray and he possessed a battle scar along his left cheek along with an eye patch, which gave this handsome fellow character. An intense brown eye revealed a savvy and cunning nature and not to mention a ruthless intellect. This faithful servant of the emperor was named Bertók. And sheathed at his side was the ‘Broadsword of Dread’. This magical blade would curse all those that fell from it to become one of the undead.

“Emperor,” Bertók said and respectfully fell to a knee, “Spiridon will be in position by dawn.”

“Good,” yawned Iakoboi, “he always had a nose for gold.”

“This is true.”

“How did his troops look?”

“Refreshed and ready to serve their emperor.”

“Excellent.”

BEGINNINGS

The spacious bedchamber belonging to the sovereign was exquisitely decorated in a black and red theme. Large Niabian tapestries depicted glorious, battlefield landscapes from faraway lands hung on the walls. Enormous vases sat in the four corners and spread out on the floor was a huge Ethan clan rug with the silver dragon image upon it.

A large Oak desk and chair set that at the moment was being occupied by its owner sat against one wall and next to it a matching chest. A large archway, which led to the bathing chamber as well as to a large dressing room was located opposite of an oversized four-post canopy bed covered in silk sheets. And finally, an extensive balcony with table for four completed this lavish room.

Quinn sealed the official document by pressed her seal into the hot wax. And as she waited for the wax to harden she muttered, “This had better work, Oracle.”

“My liege,” Sibyl lowered her head and affirmed, “I’ve spoken the truth and it will work.”

“Enter!” Quinn called out when she heard a knock on the door. “Right on time.” She rose to her feet and recognized the cloaked woman dressed in black sauntering in. “Myron.”

The newcomer lowered her hood to reveal cruel features that mirrored her dark personality. Strikingly white hair framed Myron’s thin hawk like features and hypnotizing burgundy eyes. “My liege,” the mage dropped to one knee, “you need of my services?”

“Aye, I need you to take this...” Quinn held out the scroll before continuing, “personally hand this to the Queen of the Amazons then bring back her reply.”

“What is it?” Myron inquired as she took the offered scroll and placed it into her cloak.

“A proposal for an alliance between our two empires.”

A astonish Myron uttered, “Is that wise?”

“Ach!” Quinn’s brow raised just as an icy stare bore through her second in command who’d quickly lowered her head. “Myron your growing spirited with age.”

“Forgive me, my liege.”

“It would be best if you’d remember your place MAGE!” sneered Quinn before gesturing with a wave of a hand. “Dismissed.”

“Of course,” Myron nodded, “forgive my error.” Arrogant bitch. Then spun around and made a hasty exit out of the room as not to anger her liege any further. No, I wouldn’t that.

SQUABBLING FOR RICHES

Two weeks had passed on the western coastal territory of Obaye and the battle over the Amazon mines was now on its tenth day. Sounds of battle echoed in the air. The valley that once held dozens of species of flowers was now littered with the bodies of the fallen and covered in a layer of bloody gore.

Leading the emperor’s ogre/skeletal forces was an ogre named Spiridon. As he proudly crushed any foe that was unlucky enough to cross his path, this chieftain with leathery brown-black skin, dirty gray hair and aggressive orange eyes. He was a sight to behold considering that he rode atop a painted war horse that was twice the size of an average mount due to his 10’ frame and all.

After decimating an Amazon’s head with a powerful blow, he scanned the battlefield and noticed a weak flank in their defenses. Leaping at this chance to defeat his enemies the chieftain quickly decided to charge his heavy skeletal cavalry through it. “REGROUP!” He yelled towards his remaining brethren. “REGROUP!”

Spiridon raised his club high, “FOR THE EMPEROR!” He then charged through the battlefield followed by a century of Ogres as well as two centuries of armored skeletons atop their skeletal mounts. “KILL THEM ALL!” yelled the overzealous chieftain as he led his cavalry towards the weak flank in attempt to surround them. “TAKE NO PRISONERS!”

~~~ # ~~~

A thick layer of blood and gore was caked upon the Amazon Queen’s dark green armor causing it to glisten in the sun’s fleeting rays. An intricate design of a full moon with a howling wolf’s head was on her upper left corner of her breastplate had been plastered with what looked to be brain matter. Areyn was freeing her sword from gut of an ogre when she noticed the chieftain from the corner of her eye. And in an instant decapitated a skeletal soldier with a quick horizontal strike prior to roaring out, “GIVE THE SIGNAL!”

A nearby Elven archer heard this and shot two arrows simultaneously into a pair of approaching ogres before sending a flaming arrow high into the sky.

“Long for victory and we shall celebrate it!” Akshan sang out. “FA…la…la…la. FA…la…la…la.”

A horn trumpeted just as a legion of elite guards approached to the rear of Spiridon’s forces. The once weak flank was now strengthened by a century of Amazons that seemed to come out of nowhere. This deceptive tactic essentially boxed their foes in the valley and within an hour the emperor’s soldiers were wiped out.

Later, as the Amazon Queen scanned the battlefield she took in the grisly sight around her. Ogre, skeletal, Elven, paladin and Amazon were mixed, etching a surreal scene in ones mind. A banner embroidered with an image of a demonic face belonging to the emperor’s forces lay trampled in the soiled earth before her. In her right hand was a gore-encrusted Akshan, whilst the other held the severed head of Spiridon. Scenes of the brutal battle quickly replayed in her mind’s eye as she observed her fellow victors sifting through the bodies in search of their fallen comrades.

“And to the victor...” Akshan spoke up, “a glorious Sunset.”

“It is.” Areyn nodded slightly and perceived a brawny, coco skinned Amazon equipped in gray armor and a broad sword approaching. A small smile crept upon her face upon noticing the familiar face belonging to her captain. “Lucia.”

“My queen,” Lucia strode up to her leader just as her topknot bobbed with every step she made. Her passionate, violet eyes assessed her queen for any visible injuries. Satisfied when she found none then informed, “Our guards were approached by a mage named Myron.”

“The sovereign’s second.” Areyn commented then turned towards her elite guard captain and said, “Lucia, bring her to me.”

“Bring her!” she gestured for the guards that had followed her forward. Lucia then watched as an unarmed Myron was brought forward. “My queen.”

“Well,” Myron’s eyes glanced down at the freshly severed head of the chieftain, “the mighty Spiridon has fallen. And I so wanted the pleasure of his blood.”

Lucia released a low growl prior to kicking the mage’s legs out from under her, “Show our QUEEN respect!”

Areyn watched placidly as Myron dropped to her knees before her. “Forgive me for taking your PLEASURE, Myron.” She remarked then handed the chieftain’s head to her captain. “Wrap it up with the emperor’s banner and send it back to him.”

“Yes, my queen.” Lucia gestured over another Amazon and conveyed the orders to her. Who in turn took the offered head and set off to do as she was told.

“So,” Areyn wiped Akshan off on Spiridon’s discarded cape then sheathed him, “mind telling me what brings the sovereign’s second to me?”

“I was sent here to give you a message.”

“My queen,” spoke a guard on the mage’s right and held out a scroll, “she had this on her.”

Areyn took the offered item and recognized the silver dragon in wax as belonging to the Sovereign Quinn. Once the seal was broken, she unrolled the fine parchment and proceeded to read it.

#

#

“It seems that the sovereign wants an alliance with us,” she said. After rolling the scroll up Areyn then placed it under her armor. “Give our guest whatever she wants then meet us back at my tent.”

“Yes, my queen.” the guard replied then turned to their guest. “This way.”

Waiting until the mage was out of earshot Lucia whispered, “It may be a trap.”

“I must agree with the captain,” Akshan affirmed as well, “please, Mistress proceed with caution.”

“I know.” Areyn sighed then kneeled down next to the body of her enemy and removed the chieftain’s ring. “If there’s a chance that we can defeat the emperor by allying with her then we must try. We’ve got to bring peace to these lands... no matter what the consequences.” She gave her captain a somber look, “You know the ramifications if we don’t.”

After rolling the scroll that held her response up Areyn placed her seal upon it. She then quenched her thirst with a sip from her wine and felt the eyes of her worried Captain. She gave her a reassuring grin just as Myron was escorted into the tent. “Well, I hope my sisters have treated you well.”

“I’ll be sure to inform my liege of your hospitality,” sneered Myron.

“Good.” Areyn held out the scroll and a small leather pouch for her to take. “Please take these to your Sovereign.”

Myron nodded prior to taking the items. She didn’t know what angered her more... The fact that she was amongst her sworn enemies and couldn’t do a damn thing or being used as a common messenger by her own liege. I’m a MAGE for gods sakes!

With their discussion at an end Areyn then leaned back in her chair and said, “Once she’s escort out of the camp return her weapons.”

“Yes, my queen.” the guards replied in unison.

“And Myron,” Areyn added, “safe journey.”

“The sovereign thanks you for your kindness.” Myron responded mechanically before following them out.

Areyn observed her leaving guest while finishing off her drink. “Don’t worry Lucia,” she assured pouring herself another, “in the end it all works out.”

Lucia gave her an acknowledging nod.

Akshan spoke up next, “This was a good day.”

“It always is when one lives to see the next,” Areyn finished with a broad grin.

MEETINGS

Clad in an enchanted blue armor that seemed to shimmer when looked upon was Quinn. And on her chest plate was the familiar Silver Dragon image, a generous gift from an ecstatic Goddess of War on her fifth anniversary of being sovereign. A swift kick to her sparring partner’s chest sent the man flying. After executing a back flip as to distance herself from him she taunted, “Dion, you’re getting soft.”

The battered fighter leapt to his feet and swung his sword in a chaotic manner towards her head. She easily deflected the blows with her sword and countered with a reverse horizontal strike. Her razor sharp blade sliced into his gut, spilling blood and intestines onto the cobblestone ground beneath them. Dion groaned in pain then tried desperately to put his intestines back into his body, but it was to no avail.

“You dishonor me Dion!” Quinn sneered before adding. “Fleecing from MY Corinth for THAT you shall be made an example of!”

Meanwhile observing the sparing from the sidelines with intrigued curiosity was a silent paladin wearing polished bronze armor. Draped over his broad shoulders was a brilliant, red cape that fell to his lower thighs. Jevin was head of security as well as his liege’s closest friend.

His Almond shaped eyes with golden iris’ and reddish-brown skin were the unique traits of the Niabian race. He sported a trimmed goatee, which added to his chiseled features and his shoulder length wavy brown hair had been pulled back into a tight ponytail. Attached to his side was a ‘Bastard Sword of Searing’. This magical blade would inflict double damage by searing through an opponent’s flesh and hindering the healing process by two fold.

“Crucify him.” Quinn said to the awaiting paladin while wiping Dion’s blood from her sword’s unique blade. “Display his innards for all to see.”

“Aye, my liege.” Responded Jevin who then pointed towards two nearby guards as to carry the suffering traitor. “Lads take him and follow me.”

Sibyl had witnessed this horrible scene with disgust from a balcony above and secretly prayed that the God Vidar would take him soon. Nonetheless it seemed that the Underworld God had yet again ignored her pleas. Why do I even bother? She scolded herself for being emotional towards a man who was guilty as sin, but he didn’t deserve a horrid death such as this.

“My liege could be the sweetest person with a heart of gold,” she sighed to the wind, “then transforms into this monster the next.” This instantaneous change was what scared her the most till this day.

~~~ # ~~~

“ENTER!” Quinn called out.

As Myron entered into the bathing chamber she soon noticed that the sovereign was relaxing in a warm sub-level bath. And abruptly cleared her throat upon observing her liege’s nakedness through the clear ripples of the water. “My liege.”

“Myron,” Quinn greeted while climbing out of the pool. She then moved over to a bench to dry off and slipped into a silk robe that had been laid there prior. “I hope you brought good news.”

“Of course.” Myron nodded then handed her the scroll and leather pouch. “I arrived just as the battle between Spiridon and the amazons ended.”

Quinn took the offered items, “And?” After entering into her bedchamber she then had a seat at her desk as to inspect her unexpected gifts.

“They won of course. The damned ogre fell for the weak flank tactic.”

Quinn’s brow perked up.

“Her elite guard came in from the rear and slaughtered them all. Queen Areyn held Spiridon’s severed head as I approached.”

Once she opened the pouch Quinn dumped its contents into her hand and recognized the Menzotarian noble ring with the letter S stamped into it. The evening rays were shimmering off the intricate silver carvings as she held the ring up for inspection. “Awe... a beautiful sight indeed. One down and the others shall soon follow,” she purred in delight before breaking the scroll’s wax seal. “Did they treat you well?”

“Yes, my liege.”

#

#

“Good news, my liege?”

“Grand indeed,” drawled Quinn.

~~~ # ~~~

Two weeks had passed since then and a restless Quinn was in the process of enjoying a fine meal with her generals when a sudden feeling of being watched overcame her. She casually listened to their drunken’ banter of battles past a few moments longer before finishing off her wine then excusing herself.

After exiting the large dinning room she ascended five large flights of stairs. She stealthy traversed down the vast hall that led towards her bedchambers where a pair of stationary guards stood watch. “No one’s to disturb me!” Quinn said in passing just as they acknowledged her with a salute.

“Yes, my liege!”

Moving shadows filled the candle lit room. Just as Quinn stepped into her bedchambers she felt another’s presence and took in the room with caution. Once she had noticed a new scroll that now lay upon her desk the sovereign lowered her defenses a notch and addressed her hidden guest. “What I would like to know is how YOU got passed MY guards?”

“Just like you,” Areyn finally spoke up, “I possess many skills.”

As Quinn turned towards the feminine voice a dark clad individual armed with a sword upon their back stepped out from the shadows and into the light. “Forgive me,” she said to her honored guest then respectfully bowed her head, “I wasn’t expecting a QUEEN in MY personal chambers.”

Areyn was removing her cloth mask when she laughed, “And I’m a Freian virgin.”

“Nay, but one could only hope.” Quinn chuckled at the thought before flirting back. “Nonetheless we could always use our imaginations if need be.”

“My-my is the sovereign actually flirting with her enemy?”

“Let’s just say that I’ve always desired the one that got away.” Quinn said in reflection while leisurely walking around the gorgeous woman before her. As her eyes lavished over the beauty’s body she took in all Queen Areyn’s natural curves. Beauty and bronze. Possessing a dominant nature and all she preferred her lovers shorter than herself. And this lovely lady was just right.

“So,” mused Areyn, “I’m the LONE one that got away huh?”

Quinn nodded.

“Well, I guess I should feel honored to be that lucky gal.”

“You should lass,” a stimulated Sovereign smirked. “Now to answer your prior question... I don’t consider you my enemy.”

“Then what do you consider me as?” wondered Areyn out of curiosity.

Quinn inhaled her soft scent of lavender and musk combo and grew aroused by the familiar pair with each passing moment. “Let’s just...” she replied with all knowing smirk, “say a disgruntled ally in need of reassurance.”

“Oh really?”

“And soon to be my equal,” she whispered into an ear before conveying seductively, “and quite possibly my next lover.”

“Well...” An amused Areyn was unfazed by the pointed comment considering that she had a prior experience with the sovereign’s techniques of seduction. “STUD before we release our carnal desires on one another. We must first discuss the terms of our allegiance.”

“Business before pleasure... I like that in a lass.” Quinn laughed. “So, where do you want to discuss OUR partnership?”

“Come with me.”

“Aye,” a mischievous smirk grew on Quinn’s face, “that would be an honor indeed.”

Areyn chuckled as well, “I walked into that one didn’t I?”

“Afraid so lass. Afraid so.”

~~~ # ~~~

A large teleportation gate opened on the outskirts of the city of Therese. The newly reacquainted Monarchs stepped out and silently rode up to a large building lined with colorful lantern’s that illuminated the perimeter of the ‘The Rose Glem Cabaret’. A rhythmic tune resonated out from the busy establishment’s open windows drawing in all those within earshot of it. Ultimately the pair came to a halt before it and dismounted. Each then handed their reins as well as a gold coin to an awaiting stable hand who’d promptly guided their horses towards a nearby stable.

The cloaked duo passed by a contented customer and made their way inside the lowly lit room. They observed a tall brunette dressed in a skimpy princess gown swaying to the rhythmic music that filled the cabaret. She began to undress her attire on the long stage in the shape of the letter T. Once the erotic dancer had flung her sheer top into the crowd the enthralled audience of horny men grew ecstatic with catcalls and whistles.

A voluptuous brunette wearing a skimpy dress that barely covered her assets spied the monarchs as they lowered their hoods. Her eyes lit up as she made a bee-line towards them. Tris Rose was her name and she was the proud owner of this fine establishment. “Greetings, Sovereign.” She greeted upon recognizing one of her most esteemed clients. “It’s been awhile.”

“Aye,” Quinn grinned, “it has.”

“Too long.”

“I know...” nodded Quinn, “been a bit busy my friend.” She then turned to her silent partner, “And you should know of my companion.”

“It’s nice to meet you Highness,” Tris responded with a bow. “It’s a pleasure to have someone of your stature in my humble establishment.”

“And you,” Areyn countered as she took in the cabaret. Her heart raced upon observing the nude dancer leaning back and gyrating herself towards one lucky customer. “Interesting place you have here.”

“Thank you,” a proud Tris glowed. “Entertaining the lonely souls of Kladon is my specialty.”

“I see that.”

Recognizing the awed look that was upon her overtly tense companion’s face as one she herself had when first entering this establishment so long ago. “Relax,” Quinn whispered, “and enjoy the scenery.”

Areyn gave her a lopsided grin. She’d heard whispers about places such as these, houses of ill repute they would say. It wasn’t as if the female body offended her, far from it. The natural curves that graced the glorious form of a woman were a sight to behold in her book. Alas, her mind reflected back to her years of training that helped mold her into the queen she was now. And ultimately realized that there really wasn’t time for such carnal hungers as this. “Maybe one day,” she murmured to herself, “one day.”

“Excuse me?” inquired Quinn.

“Oh, it was nothing.”

“This way please.” Tris gestured and led them through the maze of customers to a secluded table in a shadowy corner reserved only for her most esteemed clientele. “Will this do?”

“It’s grand.” Quinn thanked and made herself comfortable in the corner chair. As she waited for Areyn to have a seat on her left she said, “A pitcher of your best ale if you please.”

“Of course Sovereign,” Tris flashed her a grin, “Highness.”

“So, lovely lady...” Quinn wondered playfully, “do you come here often?”

“I’m afraid I don’t.”

“Well... You should. One needs to let their hair down at times and just enjoy life.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

“I usually go to Tris’ other cabaret located outside Corinth.” Quinn said with a smirk, adding. “It’s twice the size of this one and has an attached inn to it that one can relive any tensions they may have.”

“Interesting,” Areyn nodded and mentally chastised herself for inquiring of a relaxing establishment for their discussions. “I’ll be sure to add it to my itinerary once this damned warring ends.”

Glancing over at her now blushing companion Quinn thoroughly enjoyed the queen’s reaction upon entering an establishment such as this. One that she’d give anything to see again.

“Here you go.” Tris came back with two mugs and the requested pitcher then sat them on the table. “Enjoy!”

“Cheers!” Quinn said abruptly and handed her ten gold coins. “Tris, keep the pitchers coming if you please.”

“Will do, Sovereign.”

Areyn watched as the madam took the offered coins then left them to their own accord. She was finally alone with the sovereign, in a cabaret no doubt. Part of her was wary of this public meeting. Yet, her other half had faith in the Great Mother Gaia and the new path that lay ahead of her. Bless it be oh, Great Mother. And had a sip from her ale before suggesting, “If we’re going to be allies we might as well drop with the formalities.”

“Aye then,” nodded Quinn, “where do you want to start?”

~~~ # ~~~

Three hours later, a foundation was finally made for the union of their empires. And with the weight of running their perspective empires temporally lifted, they settled back to enjoy the live entertainment before them.

“I recommend you not to drink anymore,” Akshan advised in a voice that was only meant for his mistress’ ear. He had observed them prior drinking at least 20 mugs between the two. “You’ve had your limit on alcohol.”

“Oh...” Areyn belched. “Excuse me. I do believe that you’re right.”

“May I ask who you’re talking too?” inquired Quinn as she scanned the area around them.

“Oh!” Areyn realized whom and unsheathed her blade a bit. “It’s my sword.”

“Ach.” Quinn vocalized while her eyes focused in on the gleaming blade between them. “A talking blade?” she said in surprise and kicked herself for not paying more attention as she should.

“Yes,” Areyn purred while resting a hand upon its hilt, “introduce yourself Akshan.”

“It’s an honor to meet you Sovereign,” greeted Akshan before introducing himself, “I am the Majestic Blade of Akshan. Please call me Akshan.”

“Akshan.” The sovereign’s brow perked up upon hearing the familiar name. One that was heard from bard’s tales and casual whispers around late night campfires. “It’s a rare blade indeed.”

“I am.”

Areyn added with a lopsided grin, “He is.”

“Interesting... so, tell me Areyn.” After quickly downing the last of her ale Quinn leaned in closer. “Do you have a consort?”

“Nope.” the Amazon Queen shook her head then hiccupped. “Excuse me. I haven’t found that SPECIAL person.” And soon realized that the tasty ale she had consumed earlier had finally caught up with her. As she pushed her half-full mug away she felt her inhibitions fading fast. Get a hold of yourself! She didn’t know what turned her on more, the close proximity of Quinn or the dark ruler’s damned Eyre accent. What am I thinking? “Last rumors I heard...” she tried to think back, but her mind grew scattered. Blessed be! Areyn sighed and at last remembered what she was going to say. “...was that YOU and a cute blond were an item.”

“Sibyl.” Quinn informed before acquiring Areyn’s discarded mug and chugging it. “And I can assure you that she’s just my oracle.” She replied in a slurred voice as the effects of the alcohol had finally caught up with her as well.

“Well, that’s a relief.” Areyn mumbled a bit too loudly and observed Quinn’s raised brow. “Uh... That the rumor was false I mean,” she corrected and abruptly stood up. “Air--I need some air.”

“Yes,” Akshan commented, “you certainly do.”

“I’ll cum with you...” Quinn chuckled at the flustered queen and rose to her unsteady feet, “continue our discussion and stuff.” And as she took a step forward she stumbled into her drinking partner. “Sorry ‘bout that.”

“No problem.” Areyn said after wrapping an arm around Quinn’s waist and proceeded to help guide her out of the cabaret. “Besides it’s time to take you home anyway.”

“I’m grand... really.”

#

And as Akshan was steering the drunken pair towards their destination he noticed that they would gradually migrate in the opposite direction. “The barn is on your right.”

The Amazon Queen nodded, “Gotcha.” She then started towards the stable, but her body seemed to move on its own accord. “Damn.”

“Umm... Mistress you’re going left,” he said. “The barn is right.”

“I’m doing my best with the ground moving and all.” Areyn grumbled back before correcting her course. “Wyvern shite!”

“Areyn,” Quinn whispered, “but I do believe it’s you lass.”

“Well, it sure feels like it.” Struggling to keep her larger companion from falling Areyn griped, “I just wanted to let you know that you’re heavy.”

“It’s all muscle,” Quinn purred with pride. “Would you like to see?”

“It’s okay, I believe you.”

“Be careful, there’s a water trough on your left.” Akshan warned and realized that it may be beneficial for them as well. “Well, the water IS cold enough to sober you two up.”

“I don’t think so,” muttered Areyn. She then thanked the Great Mother that she had somehow managed to bypass the obstacle, open the door with her foot then steer them into the barn. “Quinn,” she said while leaning her against a stall door, “I want you to stay here.”

Quinn nodded her reply as her hooded, lust filled eyes roamed over the beauty before her. Erotic scenarios with a certain Queen filled her mind and she sensually licked her lips in anticipation of what was to come. “Will do.”

“Let me get the horses and then we’ll be on our way.” Areyn said, but was swiftly grabbed from behind and pulled into a hard body. “What are you doing?”

As Quinn’s hand caressed a clothed breast, the other held the beauty tight around her waist. After kissing an exposed neck she then began to lick a trail towards an accessible earlobe. “You want this as much as I do,” she purred and inhaled the soft scent of arousal that was upon the queen. Her voice turned husky and was filled with desire as she spoke, “and I’m willing to bet you’re as turned on as I am.”

Areyn couldn’t believe what she was feeling and not to mention how her body was reacting to the way Quinn was touching her. Yet, her mind wanted to subdue these feelings. “Uh huh,” was all she could say for fear of revealing what it really felt like. “Like I said...”

Quinn paused in her nibbling of a tasty lobe then purred seductively, “That sweet nectar is slowly traveling down your inner thigh.”

“We’ve got to stop this-”

Akshan interrupted with an affirmation, “A wise decision indeed.”

“I can smell your soft, musky scent and I bet it tastes like ambrosia.” Quinn continued to comment before spinning her captive around and pulling her body closer. Once done her moist lips found the queen’s tongue then forcibly entered in search of a partner.

“Hello?” Akshan interrupted. “Time out.”

Areyn’s body gave into its carnal urges that had been denied for way too long and fell into the passionate kiss. Mixed that with the luring smell of Quinn turned her on even more. Her arms snaked around the muscular waist and she pulled her in closer yet.

As the kiss came to an end Quinn heard the disappointed sigh from her partner. “Don’t worry little one,” she mused with a broad grin and picked the startled queen up then tossed her over a shoulder. “The evening’s just begun.”

“HEY!” Areyn protested at being manhandled so, “Put me down this instant!”

“Aye,” replied Quinn with a light smack to her butt, “soon, luv.”

“No fair!” Once Areyn realized that she was being carried up the hayloft above, her heart raced at what was to come. “Quinn?” She felt herself being lowered and turned in time to observe Quinn unhooking her cloak then spreading it over the hay. “We should really...” she started to say, but was silenced by another passionate kiss.

Quinn’s attention was now focused on undressing the queen in between kisses. She needed to taste this beauty to feel her flesh upon hers. This need was greater than any she had for another. And once she had removed an article of clothing the sovereign would then toss it nonchalantly over a shoulder.

“... but in the barn?”

After hushing another protest with a kiss she whispered, “Let yourself go.”

“Mistress,” reminded Akshan, “there’s still time to stop this.”

“Akshan...” Areyn said while unbuckling her partner’s leathers and discarding them to the side.

“Yes, Mistress?”

“Will...” Areyn kicked off her boots then began to divest Quinn of her pants, “you...”

“Will you what?”

Just then the kissing pair paused enough to snap, “BE QUIET!”

“As you wish, then.”

Quinn moved in for a searing kiss that would blow any control she had out the window. Her soul ached to become one with this breathtaking woman. Never had she felt this way towards another as she did with Areyn. With their eyes locked on one another she guided her onto the soft cloak and lowered herself onto the queen.

~~~ # ~~~

Sibyl awoke with a start and soon realized that she was in her bedchambers. An intimate scene had just transpired before her minds eye of her liege having passionate sex with the Amazon Queen. She abruptly sat up, wiped the sweat from her brow and released a breath she had unbeknownst held in. Disheartened by the sight of them together she climbed out of bed then moved over to the balcony for some needed fresh air. This wasn’t what she had meant by uniting them.

“Why are my visions taunting me so?” She questioned the stars above. “I know the alliance between the two empires is a wise one. I’ve seen the fall of the emperor from it. But this...”

“Well, maybe it’s because you’ve seen a love different than your own.”

“Oh, gods I’m coveting another!” A startled Sibyl then spun around to find the owner of the disembodied voice. “Who... said that?”

“I did.” There was a bright flash of light and the Goddess of Fertility appeared. She stared at the mortal for a moment before responding, “Love is love. As long as your true to your heart that’s all that matters.”

Sibyl recognized the god immediately, “Freya!” Dropping to her knees in reverence to her deity she said in awe, “It’s an honor to be in your presence Mistress. Forgive my error.”

“My child there’s no need for forgiveness. It was a simple misunderstanding. Now rise.” Freya gestured when she felt the mortal’s soul radiating a familiar essence. “You and I are alike.”

“Uh...” wondering what the goddess had meant Sibyl climbed to her wobbly feet, “excuse me?”

“We are guided by our hearts.”

“Oh yes, Mistress!” Her eyes widened and she latched onto the balcony’s railing as to steady herself. “Although some say that’s a weakness.”

“Depends on your perspective,” she said in amusement and noticed the nervousness upon the poor girl, “Relax Sibyl. Breath.”

Sibyl relaxed as much as one would being in the presence of ones deity and all. She took in a calming breath and wondered, “Mistress what do you need of me?”

“I seek your help in a small matter...”

~~~ # ~~~

As the sounds of raw unbridled lovemaking continued from the hayloft above the Amazon Queen’s body shook from achieving yet another orgasm, which counted four so far. Her body ached with pleasure. A guttural moan escape from Areyn’s lips just as her body rode out a series of small tremors. When she suddenly felt the floodgates lower thus releasing more of the delicious nectar her body had created for her experienced lover.

Quinn blissfully lapped up her luscious reward, until nothing was left. The sweet taste lingered upon her tongue as she kissed a trail over Areyn’s tight abdomen and gave each nipple a quick peck before reaching a set of luscious lips then began to outline them as well. With her body now exhausted Quinn wrapped the thick cloak tightly around their bodies.

They both lay spent. Intertwined in the protective arms of other as the sweet scent of their lovemaking lingered in the loft around them. Clothes lay scattered all around them while their weapons leaned against a bale of hay at arm lengths away. With their hunger for the other satiated for the moment the lovers patiently waited as their bodies succumbed to sleep.

Neither were aware that a silent voyeur watched their every move from the rafters above. A dark brown falcon with a splash of gray on its chest observed them a moment longer before taking flight. Leaving the only evidence of its presence, a single brown feather as it floated gently towards the ground.

#

Come dawn, the sound of an obnoxious rooster shattered the still morning and signaled the beginning of a new day. The early rays of dawn heated the lovers’ naked skin causing them to snuggle closer yet. As moments passed each slowly began to awake from their peaceful slumber nestled in the arms of the other.

Areyn soon awoke with a pounding headache. “Troll’s tits!” She groaned before squinting her eyes from the glare of the bright sun. “What the?”

“Morning, sunshine.” a bushy eyed Quinn greeted.

“Huh?” yawned Areyn, “Yeah... right.” Upon recognizing the seductive voice then feeling a warm body atop hers she uttered. “Quinn?”

“Aye?”

Her eyes adjusted enough to make out a very naked sovereign who at the moment had a sly grin from ear to ear. Areyn vocalized, “Oh my!” And as common sense slapped her upside the head she spoke up hesitantly, “Did we?”

“Aye, we did luv.” Quinn purred with delight before kissing her softly on the lips. “You should’ve told me.”

“Told you what?”

Quinn gave her lover a ‘you know what I’m talking about’ stare, “You know...”

“Oh...” Areyn’s eyes grew wide upon realizing what she had meant, “OH!”

Quinn read this unexpected reaction and quirked a brow up, “On ‘bout?”

“I really didn’t think that it was wise to advertise our alliance-”

A look of regret overcame Quinn’s features and the thought of her not being involved made her ill. “Begods!” she started to mutter, “I thought our little meeting was a heads up...”

“It was...” Areyn silenced her by placing a finger upon Quinn’s lips and assuring, “but at the time I just thought I’d deal with it on my own.” Her heart ached at seeing this pained look coming from her lover. “And I did.”

“So I hear.”

And to hear it from her added a sting to it. “You had every right to know,” she said honestly, “I‘m sorry... for not informing you of my plans prior.” Areyn averted her eyes, “I should’ve sent word to you-”

“Aye,” Quinn interrupted not letting her lady off that easily, “that would’ve be wise indeed considering that I‘m your consort and all.”

“I know... I know.”

“Am I that lowly to forget?”

“NO!” she uttered at the mere thought of it, “Far from it. You’re always in my heart--its just that at times when my minds so focused on something I may inadvertently overlook something. I’m only human after all.”

“This is true.” Quinn acknowledged with a toothy grin. “And a fine specimen I might add.”

“You think so?”

Quinn leaned in for a kiss, “I know so.”

“Well, my entire being feels good right now,” she added after their soul melting kiss. “Well,” she thought about it again, “I wish I would’ve told you though. I really am sorry.”

“Its grand, really. I was just a bit worried as a good consort should,” Quinn enlightened knowing full well that she couldn’t stay mad at her for long. “And you’re forgiven luv,” she secured then gave her a reassuring kiss. “Really.”

“Your sure?”

“No more talk of it.” Quinn added with a kiss. “What’s done is done,” another kiss, “understand?”

Areyn gave her a nod and flashed her a grin.

“I do believe that this scenario was by far the best--I hope I didn’t wear you out too much.”

“You didn’t and it was.”

“Done deal then.” Quinn affirmed while climbing off her soft pillow. “Better get up luv.” She then helped her beautiful lady up and proceeded to dress. “We have a busy day ahead of us.”

“How can you be so perky?”

“I am?” chuckled Quinn.

“Yes,” Areyn drawled as she too followed suit. “You drank as much as I did--so how?”

A grinning Quinn lured her lady into another intimate embrace. This feels so right. “I know, but let’s not forget that YOU worked it COMPLETELY off ME.” She enlightened with pride then pulled her in for a searing kiss that left both breathless. “Now where were we?”

Moments passed and a few stolen kisses later, both were finally dressed and ready for their journeys back to their perspective empires. Amidst flirtatious comments the affectionate duo readied their horses before casually leading them out of the barn.

“I do believe,” Quinn stated as she was mounting her steed, “that an official ceremony for the unification of our two empires is needed.”

“Very well,” Areyn agreed then repeated her companion’s actions. “When?”

“In two weeks.”

“All right.”

Quinn moved along side her, leaned over and passionately kissed her goodbye. “Until then M’lady,” she said before nudging her steed forward.

As Areyn watched Quinn riding off she waved, “Safe journey!”

“I may have misjudged her,” Akshan spoke up. “Perhaps I should keep an open mind-”

“That would be wise indeed.” A grinning Amazon Queen placed a reassuring hand upon her sword’s hilt, “For she’s my heart’s desire.”

HOME AGAIN

“HAIL, TO THE SOVEREIGN!”

Quinn tipped her glass towards her toasting subjects before finishing off her wine in one swallow. She waited until a young wine maiden stepped forward, dutifully refilled her glass and stepped back before decreeing, “Open the borders adjacent to the Amazon’s territory. I want ALL trade routes with them to commence immediately.”

“But...” a middle-aged man with beady dark eyes stepped forward to voice his objections. “My liege?”

Turning an icy glare towards her lowly treasurer who’d been under her service for over five years now and snarled, “What is it Tiberius?”

“How can we trust these wild women?”

“Tiberius, who runs this empire?”

“My liege, y-you d-do.”

“Who determines what’s best for it?”

“My liege, you do.”

“And who decides if you shall live or DIE?”

Tiberius swallowed hard, “My liege, you do.”

“Until further notice,” Quinn began just as a devious punishment for her ever-vocal treasurer came to mind, “your salary is surrendered to the city’s orphanage.”

“B-b-but...” Tiberius caught himself from protesting further and really upsetting his leader. “My liege, forgive me.”

“You’re lucky I’m in a good mood.” Quinn remarked before adding. “Does anyone else want to question MY decisions?” Silence was her reply. “Aye then.” she affirmed. “I suggest that we should get on with it for we’ve only two weeks to get everything in order for the ceremony.”

Everyone around her replied, “Yes, my liege!”

Pleased with their response Quinn gave them a nod and continued with her fine meal before her. She soon observed from the corner of an eye that Sibyl was picking at her food. Then it dawned on her that the oracle had been introverted ever since she’d returned and inquired, “What is it Oracle? Does the food not satisfy you?”

“No, my liege.”

“Then what is it lass?”

Sibyl kept her eyes on her plate, “It’s a personal issue.”

“Very well, we’ll talk about it after dinner.”

“Yes, my liege.”

~~~ # ~~~

Lounging in one of the numerous hot springs that Ephesus’ was famous for was Areyn. She was soaking her worries away while she waited for Kali return, and thought back to earlier when she awoke with Quinn’s body upon hers. A satisfying grin played on her features as she replayed that night in her head.

As Kali climbed into the large spring she made herself comfortable across from her best friend. “YOU DID WHAT?”

“I said...” Areyn leaned her head back, “we revealed ourselves. Okay... here’s the lowdown,” she began her story. “We went to a cabaret to discuss the terms of our alliance.”

“Uh huh.”

“Everything was perfect,” Areyn explained, “Had a foundation and everything. All we had to do is write it up.” She took in a breath before continuing. “We talked a bit. Watched the dancers. Talked some more. Watched the dancers and between all that--we drank like fishes.” she revealed finally. “And we ended up in the barn.”

“….”

“What?”

“Considering that the emperor’s eyes and ears are vast indeed. Do you think it’s wise to expose yourselves like that?”

“Perhaps...” Areyn shrugged. “Perhaps not.”

“Aren’t you a bit worried?”

“Not really... We’re already targets as it is--why not add another thing to our lists. You know?”

“Well, I can’t believe you actually did it! Let alone in a cabaret” A flabbergasted Kali exclaimed. “Alas it was to happen sooner or later I suppose. And how does it feel?”

“Feels good,” Areyn thought back, “it’s like a weight’s been lifted.”

THE REALITY OF IT ALL

Sibyl was silently observing the gorgeous sunset from her balcony. She was deep in thought as she waited for her lover to arrive. “Why must everything be so complicated?” she sighed, “and why can’t I keep my big, mouth shut? He obvious doesn’t want to know how I feel.”

“Oh,” Jevin whispered just his arms wrapped around her waist, “please tell me.”

The startled oracle spun around and was face to face with the person in question. She hesitated momentarily. It’s now or never. “Jevin,” she swallowed hard before confessing, “I’m falling for you. I mean...” gathering all her courage and grinned nervously. “I love you.” She finally told him. Please feel the same way... oh please.

“Now that’s an interesting dilemma...” Jevin pulled her into a tight embrace. “I didn’t expect this,” kissing her on the forehead, “Sibyl, do you know what love is?”

“Yes.” Sibyl nodded while searching his eyes for the love that she knew was there. “I feel it when I’m with you,” she revealed. “And sometimes, I can even see it in your eyes.”

“You think so?”

“Deep down...” Sibyl caressed his cheek, “it’s there. I can feel it.” She then pulled him in for a passionate kiss. “Can you feel it?”

“Oh, I feel something...”

DARK SIDE OF A MAGE

Iakoboi was observing the civilians of Menzotaro as they went about their lowly lives in HIS majestic city from the safety of his balcony. He knew this nation had grown stronger from his rule and reflected back on the day he laid claim to its throne so many winters ago.

#

It was 12 years earlier that Iakoboi had been fleeing from his homeland of Bjaring to the southeastern isles aboard ‘The Sea Witch’ when a giant squid attacked it. The ship was literally torn apart and its crew scavenged upon by the local carnivores. While a unconscious mage who’d somehow survived the assault was carried of by a strong current to a nearby landmass of Eustas’.

Iakoboi awoke a few days later in a fisherman’s abode that he’d later befriend. Days grew into weeks and his body strengthened more every day. To past the time the old fisherman told intriguing stories of a nearby cavern city of Menzotaro inhabited by Siraj’s.

The day came when he was seduced by the aura of magic that radiated from the mountain range. Realizing that a sickly ogre mage ruled it he came up with a devious plan to overthrow the ruler and make the city his. Considering that he wasn’t a physical type of person his plan required the use of all his magical abilities to date.

To elevate any witnesses Iakoboi brutally murdered the fisherman without a second thought and turned his attention to the ruler. During one of his numerous journeys through the city he found the ogre’s weakness for a certain giant black panther named Melchior. When not in the company of his master the big cat was known to roam the city in search of its next meal. And this was the weak link he so desired. After exterminating the real cat prior Iakoboi then morphed himself into the ogre’s favorite pet and waltzed right into the castle. No one was the wiser. Once inside he waited until its master was fast asleep before tearing out the ruler’s jugular and swallowing his heart whole.

#

A sly smirk formed upon the mage’s face as he thought back to that glorious day. His rags to riches story so to speak. “Spiridon, you arrogant bastard...” he grumbled, “underestimating those natives.”

“Excuse me, Emperor.”

“Yes, Bertók?”

The paladin stepped onto the balcony and held out a scroll, “I thought you’d find this interesting.”

“Very well.” Iakoboi took the offered item, unrolled it then quickly read over the official document. “Ahh... there seems to be a celebration between the two empires,” he commented with a sneer. “An alliance between the sovereign and the queen--how touching. Seems the Amazon Queen has finally fallen for Quinn’s seductions as well. Interesting.”

“With the two realms allying-”

“We don’t stand a chance?” Iakoboi finished then turned to face his second. “Far from that, Bertók. Emotions are weaknesses,” he commented. “Arrogance is Quinn’s and with that we have a kink in her precious armor.”

Bertók scoffed at the very thought, “The sovereign has emotions?”

“She’s a full-fledged woman is she not?”

“Of course.”

“No matter what you pretend to be,” lectured the emperor, “the truth is the same my friend. An emotional species they are, and therefore weak. MALES are superior to females.”

Bertók nodded in agreement.

“Give them some rights and they get delusions of grandeur!” Iakoboi spat in disgust. “And in reality they’re only good for procreation and serving OUR needs.”

“Of course, Emperor.”

“And I do believe that I have the perfect gift for the celebration.”

LET THE CEREMONY BEGIN

The celebrating city was decorated in the allying empires colors, red for Corinth and green for Ephesus. The day of the alliance was finally at hand and the festivities had already begun for the long awaited union between the empires. Citizens of all ages were showing their spirit by greeting the arriving Amazons at the main road that led to the sovereign’s castle.

Standing at attention along the edges of the boulevard were Corinthian guards clad in polished bronze armor that glistened in the late afternoon Sun. Men-at-arms meanwhile were regularly patrolling the cheering crowds and making sure that the city’s guests weren’t too rowdy and all.

~~~ # ~~~

Sibyl was modeling the gown inside Quinn’s bedchambers. One that her liege had made especially for her. The crimson silk she wore hugged her curves and accented her assets. This sleeveless gown had an oval cut upon the chest as to reveal more of her cleavage. Its length was cut to her knees, slits ran along each of her shapely thighs and upon her feet were wraparound sandals.

“Sakura has outdone herself yet again,” the sovereign revealed with a grin, “remind me to double her pay.” A regal Quinn meanwhile was clad in her shimmering armor. Draped over her broad shoulders was a matching cape, which fell to the back of her lower thighs and her sword as always was readied at her side.

“Yes,” a blush overcame the oracle’s features, “my liege.” Sibyl brought over a velvet pillow that her liege’s diadem sat upon.

“Cheers.” Quinn thanked lifting the golden crown and placing it upon her head. This simple task sent shivers down her back as well as tiny goose bumps on her exposed skin. Her body tingled from an inner power that flowed through her veins. This raw essence radiated out, giving anyone standing close enough a taste of her quintessence. The Vanquisher of Nations and the Lord of Eyre formed the majestic sovereign.

Yet her mind wondered to the strange feelings that she’d been experiencing as of lately. She never questioned her motives nor had she ever second-guessed herself, but here she was. Be it her partner that she must now protect all costs or the emperor’s twisted plans for domination. Her duties as sovereign dictated this.

She stood there a moment longer reflecting on this when she heard her trumpeters sounding the arrival of the amazons. “Remember this day Sibyl,” Quinn avowed, “this’ll be the beginning of the end for the emperor.”

~~~ # ~~~

Everyone in the procession was dressed in his or her required ceremonial masks and wardrobes by order of the queen. Two elite guards with black bracers rode ahead, followed by seven more riders in a V shape formation. Next was Areyn, her regent and captain. Flanking them were two paladins and behind them seven royal guards with blue bracers then a second duo of paladins bringing up the rear.

Areyn was torn between protecting her empire or her very soul. She’d seen a horrific vision of a realm ruled by the tyrant Iakoboi three weeks prior. One filled with ruin, suffering and death. With the remnants of her visions still haunting her to this day Areyn was suddenly brought from her thoughts by the sounds of cheering. And as she took in the large city around she whispered, “Nice city.”

“Many wars have been fought for its ownership.” Akshan enlightened, adding. “I personally have experienced one such battle.”

“Who was it?”

“Lord William.”

“Ah... the Dark Ruler,” she voiced glancing back at her troupe, “look alive my brothers and sisters.”

They responded in unison, “Yes, my queen!”

Areyn was dressed in her battle armor with a black cape swathe behind her. She was taking in all the nearby sights and sounds of Corinth while riding atop a white mare in the center of the procession. “Mother, give me strength.” she whispered listening in amusement as the cheering citizens hollered their greetings of kindness.

“Little one,” Anitra breathed into an ear, “you have my strength as well as my heart.”

“Thank you, Mother.” Areyn acknowledged just as her procession came to a halt in a decorated courtyard. When she suddenly felt the voyeuristic eye on her person and scanned the large courtyard for its. Quinn. She observed as everyone patiently waited for her to dismount first before following suit. She did so and from a corner of her eye noted that a team of stable hands were approaching. She then handed the reins to an awaiting elite guard and said, “Take three, help them settle the horses in and meet up with us later.”

“Yes, my queen.”

Jevin was first to approach and respectfully bowed his head. “Welcome to Corinth, Highness.”

“Thank you,” she responded politely, “for having us.”

“My name is Jevin,” the paladin informed. “I’m the sovereign’s head of security.”

The Amazon Queen’s overly protective guards surrounded her in the same V formation as before. While Areyn’s close friends took their places on either side then waited for her to take the first step. “Well, then...” she introduced, “Jevin meet Kali, my regent.”

“Ma’am.”

Kali nodded, “Jevin.”

“And this is Lucia,” Areyn gestured towards her captain, “Captain of my elite guard.”

He nodded, “Captain.”

Lucia acknowledged him with a simple nod.

“The sovereign awaits, your Highness.” Jevin said then led them further into the courtyard. “This way please.”

A seated Quinn was observing her guests when flashes of hot, sweaty, unbridled lovemaking with the most gorgeous woman around overwhelmed her mind. A lustful smirk formed. She caught a glimpse of a nervous Sibyl taking in the sight of the regal Amazons. “Relax.”

Sibyl nodded and followed her liege’s eyes to a certain Amazon Queen. The look upon Quinn’s face was one dreams were made from and it overjoyed her to think that it was finally directed towards someone of her caliber.

Standing to the left of the throne was Myron. Her eyes lingered on Quinn for a moment before affixing on the oracle. Making frivolous treaties with the enemy. Where did the bloodthirsty vanquisher go? An emotionless mask quickly moved over the mage’s features just as she turned her attention back to their royal guests.

Areyn recognized the all too familiar look that her consort had when they were in the barn. Glad that her ceremonial mask had effectively covered the grin that had grown at the mire sight of Quinn. Halting her sisters with a wave of a hand the Amazon Queen stood before the Vanquisher of Nations. Truly a beautiful creature, Areyn thought when she glanced over at the blond on her consort’s right then slowly turned to the enigmatic Myron. Keep an eye on that one... seems to be hiding something. And finally, her eyes locked with a charismatic gray.

“Your Highness,” Quinn rose gracefully from her throne and bowed towards her guests, “welcome to Corinth.”

“My lord,” Areyn signaled for her guards to drop to one knee leaving herself, Kali and Lucia standing. Her friends then in turn respectfully bowed to the sovereign as well. “The nation thanks you for inviting us.”

“And Corinth thanks you for coming.” Quinn said with a broad grin while descending down the stone steps. “I hope your trip went well.”

Areyn observed as her guards parted freeing a path for her consort. She met her halfway, followed by her second and captain. “It did,” she remarked lifting her mask and handing it to Lucia, “thanks for the welcoming committee.”

Quinn took the Amazon Queen’s offered hand and gave it a kiss, “It’s my pleasure.”

“Quinn, this is my regent, Kali.” Areyn introduced her childhood friends. “And my captain, Lucia.” She observed from the corner of an eye as both acknowledged the sovereign with a slight nod.

“Nice to meet you both.” Quinn said flashing them a friendly grin before gesturing to her own. “You’ve met Myron and this is my oracle, Sibyl.”

“Myron.”

“Highness.”

Areyn then turned to the oracle, “A pleasure to meet you Sibyl.”

Sibyl bowed, “Nice to meet you, Highness.”

~~~ # ~~~

“Sign here, my liege and here.” Sibyl observed as her liege signed the treaty then passed it back. She then slid the documents before the queen, “Highness, please sign underneath Sovereign Quinn’s signature.”

“All right.” Areyn nodded before jotting down her name next to Quinn’s. “Done deal then.”

Sibyl signed her own name down as a witness, rolled each scroll up then kept one and handed the other to the amazon regent. “Here you go.”

As Kali took the offered document she gave her a polite grin, “Thank you.”

Sibyl blushed upon noticing the admiring look from Jevin. “You’re welcome.”

“It’s official!” Quinn rose to her feet. “The empires have united and I do believe that there’s a feast waiting for us in the dining hall.” She announced then gestured towards the room in question. “Let the celebration begin!”

#

Much later, Quinn kicked back yet another goblet of wine and sat it upon the small table next to a large bowl of fruit that had been placed between herself and the queen. Picking a plump grape from the bowl she plopped it into her mouth then slowly began to chew it while listening to Sibyl’s fairy tale as it came to an end.

“And that is how Cain the immortal son of Rowan became a hero and legend to all,” a grinning Sibyl finished. The room grew to an uproar as clapping and cheering echoed around her. She blushed bowing to her contented audience, “Thank you, all!”

“Quinn, now I know why you’ve kept that wonderful creature with you for this long.” Areyn remarked with a grin. She watched as an ecstatic Sibyl approached and once again found her place on the sovereign’s left. “She possesses many talents.”

“That she does.”

“A spirit filled with creativity!” Akshan expressed before cheering. “BRAVO! BRAVO!”

“She is.” Quinn affirmed with a grin while glancing down at the Amazon’s sheathed blade.

“It’s an honor to meet you Sibyl.” The sword greeted then introduced itself. “I am the Majestic Blade of Akshan. Please call me Akshan.”

“Nice to meet you Akshan.”

“Sibyl,” Areyn returned the grin and lifted her goblet to the oracle. “I’m honored to have heard your enchanting tale.”

“Thank you, Highness.”

“Your story was very creative,” Akshan spoke up next. “Thank you, for sharing your talent with us.”

Sibyl blushed, “Thank you.”

“So, Quinn...” Areyn remarked while scanning the room, “I haven’t seen your second around.”

“Myron hates functions such as these,” Quinn said taking another sip. “She’s leading a surprise maneuver with my troops. Keeps them on their toes, so to speak.”

“Uh huh,” Areyn affirmed glancing over at the oracle. “So, how long have you had Sibyl in your service?”

“Three years now, why?”

She took a ripe strawberry and seductively bit into it, “I just wondered where one would find a woman such as her.”

“After disbanding a group of rebels outside of Teidri.” Quinn grasped Areyn’s wrist and brought the fruit to her own awaiting lips. She finished off the defenseless fruit, amorously sucking the juices from her lady’s fingers and began her story. “Three years ago I came across a young creature working in the fields...”

~~~ # ~~~

~~~ # ~~~

“I see.” Areyn swallowed hard, “Interesting story indeed.”

“Her talents caught my eye of course,” Quinn revealed with a grin, “and I knew then that I had to enlist her.” She then finished her wine in one gulp before observing the wine girl refilling her cup.

Areyn acknowledged with a nod just as she heard her mother’s melodious voice.

“Little one,” Anitra whispered, “we need to talk.”

“Forgive me, Quinn.” Areyn quickly apologized to her drinking companion. “But I must excuse myself from this enchanting affair.”

Raising a worried brow Quinn wondered, “Are you feeling well?”

“I’m fine,” she assured with a gentle grin. “My mother is calling.”

“Very well,” Quinn acknowledged. “I’ll see you soon then.”

~~~ # ~~~

Areyn sat upon the balcony’s ledge and was staring out into a darkened part of the courtyard. Next to her was a beautiful dark-haired Goddess of the Hunt. Dressed in dark green leather armor Anitra’s long hair had been pulled back into a tight braid that draped over one shoulder. “It’s a beautiful evening.”

“Mother, what’s so important?”

“What? Must I need a reason to see my OWN daughter?” Anitra inquired brushing a stray bang from her loving eyes. “Besides, you seemed to be preoccupied anyway.”

“Perhaps,” sighed Areyn while turning her gaze towards the heavens above.

She read her daughter like a book and nudged her in the side, “You know you can tell me anything.”

“Thank you... for giving me this gift of sight, but it can be a curse at times as well.”

“Well, there must be a balance my child.”

“I know... I’ve seen our empires united and the freedom of a creative soul...”

“True.” Anitra acknowledged then placed a reassuring hand upon her shoulder. “Everything has a purpose. No matter if it’s good or bad.”

“What doesn’t kill us, makes us stronger... right?”

“Yes, little one.” The Goddess of the Hunt said before leaning over and kissing her daughter’s cheek. “That is the way.”

“True... but I don’t have to like it.”

“No, but your role in it is vital.” she reminded just as there was soft knock on the door. “You know this.”

“Yes, I know.”

“Go,” Anitra suggested before disappearing in a flash, “and do your part.”

Areyn called out, “Come in!”

“Hello?” Sibyl replied as she stepped into the candle lit room. “Highness, I was told to check on you.”

“I’m out here,” Areyn informed with a gesture. “Come on over.”

“Yes, your Highness.”

Areyn stared at a pulsating star above for a moment longer before wondering, “What do you think about this stalemate?”

“Highness?” a questioning look flashed over Sibyl’s face. “I must say that I’ve never been asked that...”

“Well?”

“Its horrible really. Not knowing when it will end--so many good souls lost--and when a vision of what may be is revealed... Gods it scares the hell out of me.”

Areyn just stared at her blunt honesty.

“Sorry.”

“Relax, Sibyl.” she advised turning to the blond. “And dispense with the formalities when we’re alone.”

“Yes, your Highness--Areyn.”

“So,” Areyn grinned, “does Quinn know of your secret?”

Sibyl swallowed hard, “Pardon?”

“Does she know that you’re in love with her head of security?”

Sibyl blushed, “I don’t know.”

“I’m willing to be she does.”

“Do you think so? We’ve been so careful.”

“I can see that.”

“Well... I hope she won’t be mad because we’re in love and all.”

“I wouldn’t see why she would,” Areyn said. “Anyway if you could have one wish what would it be?”

Sibyl stared into the queen’s unique eyes for a moment longer trying to assess what she had meant. Part of her wanted to confront Areyn about her tryst with the sovereign, but that would be rude. Once she discarded with that idea she focused again on the question at hand.

“Be honest.”

“Peace.”

“Humm... I‘m working on it.”

“I haven’t seen my parents in some time...”

“A vacation then,” Areyn remarked with a grin from ear to ear. “Mind telling Quinn that I’m in a mood for a late night sparring session? Please ask her if she would honor me with the use of her talented body.”

Why is she asking such questions? Sibyl thought before responding. “Yes, Areyn of course.”

“We each have special gifts and sometimes they overlap the other,” Areyn gave her a quick wink. “Don’t worry my friend.”

“All right.”

“I’ll be waiting in the courtyard for you both,” she added before leaping off her perch.

#

A few moments later, Areyn and Kali were waiting in the shadows of the courtyard. They silently observed two Corinthian guards brightening the darken areas of the courtyard by lighting a few extra torches for the subsequent sparing session.

“Don’t worry,” Areyn spoke up first.

“You could get hurt.”

“Well, then I’ll certainly learn from my mistake. Now won’t I?” Areyn remarked playfully. “I’ll be fine.”

“Uh huh.”

“Kali, you seem to worry about me more everyday.” Areyn remarked while raising a brow to her. “Something a Consort would do.”

“True,” Kali blushed at the comment, “but it seems THAT position is already filled.”

Areyn chuckled as soon as she realized whom the elf was talking about. “Quinn.”

The regent grinned.

“Too obvious?”

“Perhaps,” Kali shrugged then playfully nudged her friend in the side, “You guys make a cute couple.”

“Uh huh.” Areyn nudged back.

“Yeah.”

“Well, this will be a first.” A grinning Quinn dressed in black interrupted the duo’s lighthearted banter. “It would be my honor to spar with you M’lady,” she expressed with amusement.

“Thank you.” Areyn acknowledged and returned a broad grin of her own. “Let’s make this session interesting.”

“Go on with you,” Quinn smirked.

“Let’s say if I should win...” Areyn started to say and assessed what she wanted for a moment, “I get whatever I want.”

“All right and if I win... I’ll hand pick 50 of your best elite guard and have them train my men on their techniques.”

“Very well,” Areyn agreed and held out her hand. “You, have yourself a bet.”

“So,” Quinn sealed their deal with a shake of a hand. “What weapons shall we use?”

“It makes no difference.” Areyn shrugged then addressed a silent Sibyl who was moving over to stand next to Kali. “Oracle, choose a weapon.”

“My liege?” Sibyl wondered waiting for her permission.

Quinn nodded.

“Staves, your Highness.”

Quinn glanced over at a nearby guard who’d rushed off to bring the chosen weapons. He came back a moment later with two staves and held them out to her. She then chose one and began to twirl it around. “Are you ready?”

The queen took the remaining one, twisted it in her hands as to feel its balance and replied. “But of course.”

Quinn began her assault with a series of thrusts, left, right, left, right, a horizontal leg swipe and a reverse horizontal head swipe. Areyn meanwhile blocked all the blows, jumped, ducked and released a horizontal leg swipe of her own.

~~~ # ~~~

Myron was observing two large tents as she approached a small camp just outside of Therese. She counted seven Siraj soldiers relaxing around a roasting boar. The mage continued to move stealthily towards the larger of the two tents when she was grabbed from behind and pulled into a tight embrace. “What the?”

“It’s about time you show up.” Bertók growled into an ear and proceeded to drag her into the tent. “The emperor’s waiting for you.”

Iakoboi preoccupied with the maps before him ignored the pair as they entered into the shadowy tent. “Ahh... Myron,” he spoke finally, “did you bring gifts?”

“Yes.” Myron replied then pulled out a scroll and held it out. “You have the gold?”

Iakoboi gestured towards his second who’d just pulled out a pouch. Watching as the paladin exchanged it for the scroll before passing it to him. “Thank you.”

Myron opened it leather pouch and took a quick assessment of her reward. Once satisfied she then remarked, “It’s nice doing business with you.”

“Would you like to triple that amount?” Iakoboi inquired just as she was about to leave.

Myron halted in mid-step and slowly turned to the emperor. “What do I have to do?”

“Bring me the queen.”

~~~ # ~~~

As the rhythmic banging of the staves continued Kali and Sibyl realized that they were the only spectators besides a few guards to witness this evening’s unique live entertainment. Each studied their perspective warriors in action and every once in a while commenting on move that had just been made.

Areyn kicked Quinn in the chest and flipped back to give herself some space. Once done she took the offensive and swung the staff in an oblique strike towards her opponent’s head. After faking a thrust the Amazon Queen reversed it with a quick horizontal leg swipe.

Stumbling back from the kick, Quinn ducked, blocked and struck Areyn’s rib cage. When she realized too late that she had overlooked the reverse and abruptly dropped to the ground winded and dazed.

A low grunt left the Amazon Queen at the unexpected blow she had just received in return, disarmed Quinn in one fluid move then pointed the staff to her sparring partner’s throat. “Well...” a grin soon formed upon Areyn’s victorious face as she spoke, “that was invigorating!”

Quinn’s stoic gaze was soon replaced with a mischievous smirk just as the staff was removed from her throat. “Aye,” she breathed, “it was.”

Areyn held out a hand for Quinn to take and helped pull her up. “I guess that means I get to choose whatever I want.” She said before tossing her staff towards her second, who’d easily caught it.

“Aye then.”

“My liege.” Sibyl approached the sweating monarchs and held out a mug of water for each to take. “Your Highness.”

Quinn took a mug, finished its continents in one gulp and returned the empty. “Cheers then.”

Areyn finished hers in two gulps, “Thanks.”

“Now, Areyn tell me what you want.”

“A three month vacation for Sibyl,” she said and added with a smirk, “And Jevin will accompany her.”

A surprised Oracle couldn’t believe what she had just heard. Could this really be happening? Sibyl’s eyes widened at the sound of those simple words just as the reality of them sank into her heart. I’m going to visit my parents!

“ON ‘BOUT?” uttered Quinn. “Why would you want that?”

“I believe that she’s a valuable person, who deserves some time off with the person whom she cares for.”

“You could have-”

“I know... her vacation will do. And as a good gesture I shall transfer 50 of my elite guard into your army,” Areyn offered. “I hope that it will soften the loss of a talented person such as her.”

Having admitted that she did make a bet and it would look bad if she reneged. “Aye then,” Quinn nodded, “She will have a three month vacation with Jevin.” She then turned to the surprised Oracle and decreed, “Sibyl, you’re free to leave.”

“I’m going to see my parents!” Sibyl gasped then in turn gave Kali a friendly hug. “Wait till Jevin hears about this!”

Areyn glanced in Sibyl’s direction, “He’ll love it.” She flashed her a comforting smile just before Quinn pulled her in for a searing kiss.

“I expect YOU to accompany me back to MY chambers.” Whispered Quinn to a breathless Amazon who’d been silenced by the unexpected kiss and could only nod her response. “We have some unfinished pleasures to continue.”

“Thank you.” Sibyl spoke up while approaching the affectionate pair. “Again, thank you for this generous gift my liege.” She then rushed off in search of her lover.

Areyn quickly gave Kali a reassuring grin just as Quinn took her by the hand and led her towards the castle.

#

Huge candles lined the walls of the bathing chamber giving the room an intimate glow. A trail of leather armor and clothes led to a pair of lovers that were intimately making out in the steaming bath. And along the bath’s edge sat an ignored pitcher of wine with two gold goblets.

As Areyn was about to reach over for her goblet she was pulled back into Quinn’s embrace again. She loved being enveloped in her arms. Feeling the firm breasts of her consort upon her bare back caused a shiver of desire to overwhelm all her senses. “Oh, Quinn.”

Quinn sensuously kissed a trail from her lady’s shoulder blade to a very sensitive neck. Where upon, she nipped at the flushed skin just as her hand found a perky nipple and pinched it. “I alone can quench your thirst, M’lady.” She purred with pride before turning back as to kiss her.

Areyn fell into the sizzling kiss. She felt a certain part of her body growing moist with longing just as she ultimately spoke those four important words. “Do you love me?”

Quinn paused a moment as the question finally registered. “Eh?” Her eye grew dark with lust. “A four-letter lie between two individuals to get whatever they want.” She recited mischievously then spun her around and locked her lips onto an erect nipple.

Areyn meanwhile tried to no avail to keep the conversation going and soon realized what her role was. A moan slipped past her lips as the sovereign’s busy tongue gradually traveled north licking a trail towards a collarbone, past an erogenous neck and to a luscious pair of lips.

As Quinn planted a scorching kiss upon them, she ran her fingers though the queen’s short hair and roughly pulled her from the kiss. “AYE, I love you!” She growled kissing her cheek. “I’m the only person who can make you feel this way. Am I right?”

Areyn’s breath quickened as she nodded.

The sovereign’s tongue began to outline her lady’s jaw line. “I wonder?” She muttered while her hand lowered onto a furry mound and parted a set of nether lips. The warm center there was filled with ambrosia that Quinn had longed to taste for sometime now and plunged two fingers in.

Areyn released a low moan.

“I believe your body knows the truth,” she taunted and brought the wet digits to her waiting lips then sensuously licked them clean.

A whimpering queen was at a loss as those long fingers entered and then left with a horrid emptiness that came after. Any protesting thoughts she had were thrown aside as her hunger for this woman overwhelmed her so. “Quuuinnn.”

Gazing into the submissive eyes of the Amazon thus solidifying any questions that may have lingered. Quinn picked the startled woman up, tossed her over a shoulder and climbed out of the bath. “I’ll show you just how much,” she drawled with lust.

~~~ # ~~~

A smirking Myron stood in the shadowy courtyard below. She was listening to the orgasmic moans that came from her liege’s balcony with placid interest. Recognizing the other voice as belonging to the Amazon Queen she purred in delight, “My-my sovereign... Releasing some pent up lust on the powerful queen. I’m impressed.” When she glanced over at the oracle’s balcony and noticed a flickering light of a candle just as a devious plan began to form. She then went in search of the blond and chuckled, “Maybe a certain oracle needs some company.”

~~~ # ~~~

Rubbing her throbbing sex against Areyn’s thigh Quinn’s fingers continued their assault on pleasuring the beauty beneath her. She bent down and nipped at an erect nipple before moving in for another blazing kiss. As her tongue entered a willing mouth she felt herself coming to a peak. And a moment later both were propelled into a yet another exquisite orgasm. After releasing a satisfied groan Quinn then shakily collapsed on top of her lady. “Love you with all my heart.” She whispered before succumbing to sleep.

Areyn slowed her breathing down and enveloped the trembling sovereign in her arms. A heartening grin formed upon her equally satisfied face, “I love you too.”

~~~ # ~~~

Sibyl was distracted by her thoughts of Quinn and what Freya had mentioned the other day. She hadn’t known what to focus on first. Her heart or what the goddess wanted her to do. She was utterly confused when there was a sudden knock on her bedchamber door. She griped to herself at this late hour guest then climbed out of bed and opened it. “Hello?” She said with a yawn and recognized the person leaning against the doorframe. “Myron.”

“Good evening Sibyl,” greeted Myron. Her eyes roamed lustfully over the thin shift that covered the petite blonde’s body and drawled, “I didn’t wake you did I?”

Sibyl eyed her guest before responding, “Myron, what do you want?”

“I noticed that your candle was still lit and wondered if you’d like to talk.”

“Oh,” realizing that she hadn’t blown it out Sibyl commented as a side note, “I must’ve forgotten... about what?”

“May I enter?”

“Not really.” Sibyl responded dryly as Myron brushed past her. “I was only sleeping.” She rolled her eyes at the rude mage and closed the door behind her.

“That’s nice.” she remarked and circled the dark room. “I’m surprised that anyone could sleep with all that moaning going on.”

“Well, one must deal with what one must.”

“Oooo...” purred Myron before plopping herself onto the oracle’s bed. “So cryptic, Sibyl.”

Narrowing her eyes at the arrogant mage, “What do you want Myron?”

“We have something in common.”

“And that would be?”

“First,” Myron said while nonchalantly inspecting her nails, “we’ve both been dumped.”

“I don’t think-”

“And before you make an excuse for our liege,” Myron interrupted, “I was once honored. And now, I’m used as a common runner for her.”

“Well, you ARE doing something important.”

“Don’t be facetious!” Myron spat in anger. “OUR liege tossed YOUR talents to the side for some Amazon ass, which by the way IS nice.”

“Thanks for sharing,” Sibyl rolled her eyes at the perverted comment, “but OUR liege will choose whomever she wants to sleep with.”

“Doesn’t it hurt just a little bit?” Myron probed with a sneer. “Come on,” gesturing with a thumb and forefinger, “just a tiny bit.”

“I...” Sibyl fumbled for the right words then realized whom she was speaking too. “It-it doesn’t matter.”

“Well, I’d be a bit peeved.”

“Glad to hear that.”

“….”

Deciding that this conversation was now over Sibyl opened the door, “Would you mind?”

Myron rose to her feet.

“Myron,” Sibyl said as she held it open for her guest. “Would you do me the honor of visiting me at a time when the sun is up?”

“Very well.” Myron acknowledged prior to stepping out of the room. “We can finish our girl talk later.”

Sibyl shrugged then slammed the door shut, “I can’t wait.”

CHOICES OF THE HEART

“I believe that we have some unfinished business to discuss.” Areyn spoke up from the scroll that she was reading.

“Uh huh.”

“I know the truth,” she said next. After rolling it up she leaned back in her chair. Relaxing across from her in a warm bath was Quinn. Who was at the moment taking a hearty sip from her goblet of wine. “And YOU know the truth.”

Glancing over at her now clothed lover dressed in black Quinn wondered, “And that is?”

“Well, from a person who thinks love is lie between two individuals...” Areyn commented with a exaggerated sigh. “I guess you still want to keep our relationship a secret...”

“Perhaps.”

“Perhaps?” she muttered and rose to her feet. “And here... I thought you’d be wiser than that.”

“You think?” A smirking Quinn raised a brow at her comment. “Taunting me, eh?”

“I know so.”

“Get in the tub.”

Rubbing the bridge of her nose Areyn simply said, “NO.”

“Excuse me?”

“I said no. I will not be involved with someone that’s timid from the very thing I seek!” she exclaimed, but not before adding, “Besides, there’s an underlining fact that the person in question is afraid of yielding to me.”

“….” Silenced by her lover’s unexpected outburst Quinn stilled the hurt within. Part of her knew Areyn was right yet, the stubborn part of herself wouldn’t hear of it.

“I am Queen of the Amazon Nation!” Areyn decreed with pride and all the while facing a conflicted sovereign. “And I’d hoped that by giving YOU all this time would change... No adjust some of your views. Views that may make or break this relationship.”

“I’m sorry, luv.” she apologized finally. “But I was only pulling your leg--I didn’t mean to offend you.”

“Uh huh.” Areyn waited a moment before responding with a lopsided grin, “You’re forgiven.”

Overwhelmed with feelings towards this woman Quinn’s arrogant pride interfered with the very emotions that she so desired. Love or pride? She was dumbfounded at the very thought. How could she be so stupid as to let this linger for so long? She hadn’t a clue, but was by the gods going to start changing her ways if it killed her. After assessing her error she then confessed, “I’m such a dingle berry!”

“Quinn?” Areyn wondered noticing the varied emotions that swirled within that lone gray eye. Turning my life upside down and not to mention giving me something to believe in. “I’m in love with you.”

Quinn’s heart raced. Her eye never left the queen’s as she climbed out of the tub with determined confidence at finally confronting the little demons within. What have you done to me, she thought and approached the woman she loved dearly leaving a trail of wet footprints behind. You’ve conquered me, that’s what. She gently caressed the beauty’s cheek with the back of a hand, “You are eh?”

Areyn nodded.

~~~ # ~~~

Just then Sibyl took this opportunity to storm into a bathing chamber thus interrupting her lover as he was drying off. She bee-lined it to Jevin, possessively sought his lips and kissed them with all her being. Her tongue entered his mouth and hunted for its partner as to conquer it, conquer him. Once done the oracle grabbed a handful of wet hair and pulled him away. “I love you,” Sibyl confessed with a cleansing sigh.

Awed at the sudden aggressiveness of his lover Jevin said, “You think so?”

“I know so.”

Jevin just stood there stunned watching as the aggressive oracle sauntered out. His body began to betray the stony dexterity that he’d always kept in check. Yet, when he was around this beautiful creature he seemed to melt into a puddle of ooze. Loving ooze to be exact. And if his buddies knew this little secret of his he’d be taunted to no end. He didn’t care, for his heart longed for a certain blond...

Tears were now streaming down Sibyl’s flushed cheeks. She had somehow managed to retreat to the safety her balcony through her blurry vision. Having confessed herself to the man of her dreams she now awaited his response. I’ve done it now. “Jevin, please listen to your heart.” she begged to the wind. “I’m there--we’re there.”

“I don’t know if can,” Jevin spoke softly, “seems that a certain oracle has stolen it.”

Sibyl spun around to face the one she had come to love, “Jevin?”

“And it would be a dishonor for me to take it away.”

~~~ # ~~~

Leaning over with a renewed hope Quinn fervently kissed the woman who’d stolen her heart. She picked her lady up and carried her over to the bed before sitting her down. Removed the cloth barriers that covered Areyn’s body, discarded them over a shoulder and stepped out of the silk robe she wore. “The gods themselves would be envious of your beauty.”

“C’mere,” breathed Areyn, “and let me love you.”

“It would be my honor luv.” She whispered and moved in for another taste of those moist lips all the while guiding her onto her back. Once their flesh was upon flesh Quinn positioned herself between a pair of inviting legs.

“Quinn, touch me.”

She obliged by squeezing Areyn’s firm round breasts and nipping the small of her neck. A small growl escaped Quinn’s lips as her thumbs brushed upon perky nipples. “You’ve peaked my desire for far too long,” she said seductively before taking one into her mouth.

“Oh, QUINN!” Areyn moaned when she felt an experience tongue flick playfully over a sensitive nipple. Her fingers ran through Quinn’s scarlet hair just as her body melted under her consort’s ministrations. “I need,” she breathed again, “you...”

“M’lady, what do you desire?” Quinn teased all the while licking a trail towards its mate. She knew of a firm nipple that awaited some attention and latched onto it like a hungry babe. A mischievous smirk grew as her teeth grazed its sensitive skin, taunting her.

“PLEASE,” shuttered Areyn, “I need... your touch.”

Quinn sucked her lady’s lip before her tongue entered into an awaiting mouth and fought its owner for dominance. Once victorious she then pulled away from the battle and breathed, “You have it.”

“Quuuiiinnn.” Her loins were burning with need as she squeezed the firm buttocks of her consort and threatened, “Don’t make me go Amazon on your ass!”

#

A few hours later, Areyn was descending down a flight of stairs to the courtyard below where she’d observed her waiting regent. A lopsided smile played on her face when she thought back to an afternoon spent on lovemaking. Being practical as she was Areyn had suggested they accomplish some duties before Sundown and reluctantly parted with the promise of more exploring later. While her consort was off holding court she decided on a quick sparring session with Kali.

As Areyn was approaching the elf she was besieged with pain. A flash of mystical light blinded the queen causing her to drop to her knees. An intense throbbing to her temples grew exponentially. “DAMN IT TO HELL!” she roared out, “Not again.”

“AREYN!” A wide-eyed Kali called out before rushing to her friend’s side. “WE NEED A HEALER, NOW!”

Lucia who was just now approaching charged towards her as well. “MY QUEEN!”

“Noooo!” Areyn held her face in her hands as the pain grew two fold. “Not again.”

A series of blurred images of the future flashed before her mind’s eye; Menzotarian soldiers’ brutally beating someone, Bertók as he backhanded another and finally a massive ship sailing through a sea of blood. She was then blinded by another bright flash before a disheartening darkness surrounded her once more. Areyn’s body abruptly tensed up at the end of the vision and collapsed into her regent’s awaiting arms.

“Areyn,” Kali whispered holding her close, “it’s going to be all right.”

#

Quinn was pacing nervously in her lady’s chambers, “She just collapsed?”

“Yes,” Kali nodded. “She held her head in her hands before collapsing into my arms.”

“Did Areyn say anything before she fell?”

“Damn it to hell,” Kali recited, “and no, not again.”

Sibyl brought in a pitcher of water and sat it down on the nightstand table. “Here you go, Karis.” She said to the preoccupied healer who was at the moment feeling Areyn for a fever.

“She has a slight fever and is now sleeping comfortably,” Karis informed wiping the Amazon Queen’s brow with the rag. He wrung it out into a bucket then brushed his gray tresses from his intense brown eyes. “Forgive me my liege,” he apologized, “but I couldn’t find any causes for her majesty’s unconsciousness.”

Quinn eyed him for a moment, “None?”

“My liege,” he shook his head, “none.”

“Cheers, then.” Quinn thanked before dismissing him. “Karis, you may go.”

“Of course,” he bowed then made his leave.

Quinn then turned her attention to the regent, “Has Areyn ever collapsed before?”

“Never.” Kali responded glancing down at her sleeping friend. “Why?”

“To rule out any preconditions that may have affected her.”

Kali thought back, “Nothing major.”

As Quinn was contemplating her lover’s symptoms trying to access her vast knowledge in the healing arts for the cause she grumbled, “We’re overlooking something.”

Sibyl was wiping the sleeping queen’s brow with a warm cloth when she realized what. “The queen is an oracle like myself,” she said when she suddenly felt everyone’s gaze focused on herself. “What?”

“On ‘bout?” said Quinn.

Sibyl stared back at the trio, “Areyn said something about having a gift like mine.”

“An oracle!” Quinn uttered. “It makes sense now.”

Kali nodded in agreement.

“I’ve seen some go into fits of spasms when they receive a vision.” Quinn added before scolding herself for not deducing it prior. “Bloody hell!”

“It must’ve been one hell of a vision then,” Lucia remarked grimly.

“Well,” Sibyl enlightened, “they can be very draining on the body.”

“Ugh.” Kali muttered as she began to recognize the familiar symptoms. “She’d pass it off as just a headache!”

“I’m sorry,” Areyn apologized in whisper as she slowly sat up, “for not revealing it earlier.”

“AREYN!” Kali gasped and gave her friend a warm hug. “You had us so worried!”

“Sorry.” she said to her before locking eyes with Quinn. “This one was a beauty, I guess.”

Quinn knelt down before her, “Forgiven luv.”

“My friends,” Areyn said turning to her worried friends, “I’m sorry for any inconveniences I may have caused.”

“You didn’t.” Quinn assured kissing her forehead, “Besides I’ve got to keep Karis on his toes.”

“Highness?” Sibyl spoke up next.

“Sibyl, we’re all friends here,” Areyn reminded, “Areyn will be fine.”

“Areyn, would you like to discuss your vision?”

“I’m sorry,” Areyn shook her head, “but I can’t say anything right now.”

A disappointed Sibyl only nodded.

“Lucia,” Areyn addressed to her awaiting captain, “gather everyone up and have our horses ready for the trip home.”

Lucia nodded, “All right.”

“We’re leaving tonight.”

“As you wish, my queen.”

Kali watched at Lucia made a hasty exit before inquiring next, “Are you sure you’re up to traveling?”

“I’m fine.” Areyn assured flashing her a reassuring smile. “Quinn...”

“You don’t have to leave at this very moment,” offered Quinn.

“I know, but the sooner we leave-”

“The sooner you get there,” she finished. Quinn knew full well that her lover had already made her mind up and pulled her into a warm embrace. “Aye then,” noticing Areyn nudging her head toward the oracle, “eh?”

“Ask her,” whispered Areyn.

Finally understanding whom she was talking about Quinn then turned to the person in question, “Would you like to join us Sibyl?”

“I don’t want to intrude,” a wide-eyed Sibyl replied to the Amazon Queen.

“You’re not.”

Sibyl then turned back to her liege, “May I?”

“You’re on vacation remember?” Quinn reminded with a grin.

Sibyl gave Kali a small smile before nodding, “I’d like that.”

“Good,” Quinn acknowledged, “let’s get busy then.”

A SHORT ROMP

The journey to the Ephesus began with a short jaunt to Corinth’s teleportation gate, which would take them to the continent of Obaye, home of the Amazon nation. And for three days the traveling troop would then continue their journey by land.

This was the end of the second day and the final night of sleeping in the wilderness before reaching the city the next day. As Corinthian guardsmen were patrolling the perimeter of the large camp, elite guards kept watch from their hidden perches above while the remaining men were settling in for the night of rest.

Huddled around five glowing campfires were Amazons and Corinthian’s alike. As they waited for their various catches such as rabbits, a few squirrels and a raccoon or two that had been skewered over the lapping flames to finish cooking, tales of battles past filled the air among the warriors.

Areyn and Quinn meanwhile were in a loving embrace in front of a large roaring fire of their own. Observing in silence as the hungry flames were roasting their meal of two plump rabbits. Succulent juices sizzled and popped when it dripped into the hot flames beneath it.

“Quinn,” Areyn said and squeezed her consort’s hand, “thanks for helping me,”

“No problem.”

“Those rabbits are huge!”

“Aye that they be.” Quinn acknowledged with a broad grin. “Mind telling me what happened back there?”

“You mean the visions?”

Quinn nodded.

“A ship sailing in bloody seas,” Areyn began, “Menzotarian’s beating someone and Bertók backhanding another.” She revealed with a sigh. “They were quick flashes really.”

“Did you see who it was?”

Lowering her gaze in disappointment Areyn shook her head.

“It’s okay luv.” Quinn assured kissing her lady on the cheek. “All that matters is that you’re all right.”

“Thanks.”

“Again...” grinnedQuinn, “no problem.”

“Quinn, shouldn’t we turn the rabbits over?”

“Perhaps.”

“Perhaps?” She zepeated turning to her. “Don’t you know how to cook?”

Quinn flashed her a lopsided smile, “Sorta.”

“Sorta?”

“Aye, I sorta burn it. Does that count?”

“Noooo….” A chuckling Areyn nudged her in the gut with an elbow. “Silly.”

“Well, do YOU know how to cook?”

“A bit, it’s not that hard.”

“Well,” nibbling on an exposed neck before her, “I could be... verrryyyy... hard.” Quinn drawled as she licked a trail towards Areyn’s ear.

“Quinnnn.”

~~~ # ~~~

Sibyl was on the other hand seated next to the base of a tree just outside of camp. “You have a point,” she affirmed then leaned back against the large oak and closed her eyes.

“Lick, lick, slurp, lick, lick, slurp, slurp, lick... yuuuummmmm!” Jevin vocalized while atop a nearby boulder enjoying a freshly acquired honeycomb. His tongue flicked over the sweet nectar just as the oracle brought hers up at the same time. “Didn’t I tell you that it was heavenly?”

“You did.”

Turning to the oracle Jevin’s mind raced as how she could turn their conversation to something more intimate. A topic that seemed to distract him ever since he’d first laid eyes upon the blond so long ago. He exhaled then began his confession of the heart. “I know I haven’t been vocal in my feelings and all...”

Sibyl gave him a friendly smile.

“But I’m trying, really.”

“I know.”

“Good, I just wanted to tell you that.”

“Now,” Sibyl grinned broadly and said, “bring those lips of yours over here...”

~~~ # ~~~

Quinn was secretly glancing up from her delicious dinner as to stare at her silent dinner companion. Her mind raced while her body grew heated with desire for the beauty before her. “Wonder what they’re doing?” she inquired mischievously.

“Spending quality time together.” Areyn said and playfully jabbed her in the arm. Concluding that her consort maybe assuming some perverted thoughts her brow rose, “Be nice.”

“Me nice?” Quinn scoffed. “I’m the Vanquisher of Nations, being nice isn’t in my handbook-”

“It is now.” Areyn purred then leaned over and silenced her with a searing kiss.

“Aye it is.” Quinn said breathlessly then picked her lady up and carried her precious cargo into their tent for night of passionate lovemaking.

#

The next morning had flown by as the procession religiously followed a worn trail that would soon lead them into the heart of the Amazon nation, the legendary city of Ephesus.

“So,” Quinn remarked nonchalantly and brushed a hand upon her shined armor, “I heard your little talk went well.”

“Jevin had some good points that I couldn’t resist,” replied Sibyl and eyed her liege for a moment longer before adding, “Besides, you two seemed to be enjoying yourselves as well.”

Quinn flashed her an acknowledging grin, “True indeed and cheers.”

“For what?”

“For being a... friend.”

A speechless Sibyl returned the grin with one of her own.

“My friends,” Areyn announced as they entered into the city, “welcome to Ephesus!”

“Wow!” Sibyl turned towards the large Amazon City and gasped, “A legendary city indeed.”

“You’ve read about this place?” Jevin whispered to his awed lover while focusing on the Amazons that awaited them.

“Of course,” Sibyl nodded. “Legend has it that Anitra came to the first Cyane in a dream. The goddess foretold that she would build a great tribe for her sisters and for generations thereafter.”

“Interesting,” Jevin said, “and the men?”

“They were used for procreation-”

“This was true long ago, but times have changed.” Areyn added after overhearing the pair’s discussion. “And by the way... some of our sisters are married to males. Contrary to popular belief, males do live with their mates along with any male offspring. At first, they were essentially allowed only to be caregivers of our offspring. And in rare instances a chosen few even held some low-level authoritative positions,” she revealed. “Over the winters, a select number of men grew in skill and as a result, the matriarchs found that they were worthy enough become warriors and were allowed to establish a male warrior group within the nation. This group was eventually named as the Paladins of Anitra.”

The procession entered into the city and were greeted with the cheers and chants from hundreds of amazons and paladins alike. They cheered then fell to one knee as she passed by. “HAIL QUEEN AREYN!”

“Greetings, my sisters and brothers!” Areyn shouted back. “Welcome the nation’s new ally and friend, the sovereign.” She observed them honorably making a fist with their right hand before touching their upper chest then raising it towards their ally in respect.

THE WEB WE WEAVE

A large dark brown falcon with a splash of gray on its chest was gliding through the late afternoon breeze on the outskirts of the Amazon territory. His wings expanded to its full length as he gracefully banked right, revealing a small parchment that had been tied to a talon.

Meanwhile waiting atop a gray mare upon a nearby ridge overlooking a flowery meadow was a cloaked rider. Their hood lowered to reveal Myron deep in thought as she held up a gloved hand. The large hawk squawked out a greeting as he made his descent towards the familiar perch and made a perfect landing once again. He squawked again and brought his wings into his body then looked up at his mistress’ caring face.

“Hello, Grahf.” She greeted removing the message from his leg. “How’s my little boy?”

He replied with an ecstatic squawk.

“That good huh?” Myron laughed upon unrolling the parchment. “What did you think of the nice Menzotarians?”

Grahf squawked twice, lifted his tail and made his feeling known by defecating.

“That much, huh?”

#

#

“Pompous ass,” she grumbled. “What does he think I am... an idiot?”

Grahf stared up at her.

“We’ll see who’s laughing in the end,” Myron muttered to her bird. “Now won’t we?” She closed her eyes and whispered, “Tfihsepahs.” Her image shape shifted and blurred before morphing into an Amazon she had seen prior. Nudging her horse down the worn path towards the city itself with a satisfying smirk plastered upon her face.

A TIME OF FESTIVITY

A citywide celebration was taking place in the Amazon city of Ephesus. Filling the air were the lone calls and shouts, from joyful singers harmonizing with the ritualistic chants. Ceremonial dancers moved gracefully to the rhythmic drums as they encircled three huge bonfires.

Areyn was silently observing the festivities from her throne. On her left was Quinn while on her right, sat Kali and next to her an empty chair. “In the morning,” she said with a grin, “you can choose the best from my elite.”

Quinn nodded, “Aye then.”

“Here you go,” Sibyl announced as she approached, carrying with her four mugs of wine then held them out for everyone.

“Thanks,” Kali spoke up first and took an offered mug, “How kind of you.”

“Thanks,” Areyn thanked and chose one.

“Sibyl,” Quinn said taking hers. “Cheers.”

“You’re all welcome.” Sibyl said then made herself comfortable next to Kali before turning her attention to the dancers. Watching in awed delight she spoke, “This is great!”

“Well,” Kali enlightened with amusement, “Amazon celebrations are known to be festive at times.”

Quinn nodded, “True indeed.”

“Yep,” Areyn agreed as well. “You never know what’s going to happen.”

Sibyl observed four young girls carrying with them staves as they entered into the center of the circle. “They’re SO young,” she expressed noting that each was not more than fourteen years old.

The youths paired up and began a graceful dance with their staves. They started off with an upward vertical strike, downward vertical, a horizontal strike, reverse horizontal, oblique downward, reverse oblique upward, lower horizontal and high reverse horizontal. Their perspective partners on the other hand blocked the others with ease and retaliated with a series of attacks of their own.

“We start teaching them on their eighth birthday.” Kali revealed before taking a sip. “First they start out with hand to hand techniques then onto the staves. And from there their training will progressively move onto more advanced weaponry.”

“Wow!” Sibyl voiced as she stared at them with youthful enthusiasm. Her eyes were aglow at the sight and her heart thumped louder as the sounds of the staves struck each other. She didn’t know what it was, but something familiar called to her. “I wonder,” she started to say, “is it hard to master?”

“Hard is relative.” Quinn was first to respond. She eyed her and realized what Sibyl had in mind. “It’s a lot of work and even then a wise master knows that learning is a never-ending path.”

“When one believes that the lesson is at an end then they are the fools,” Areyn added next. “For a fool believes they’re a master and deems that continuous training is worthless.”

“Interesting,” Sibyl nodded. “I’d loved to learn how to use one.”

“Very well then.” Areyn said as she rose to her feet. “Let’s assess your abilities.” The youths halted in their sparring as she approached then took a step back. Turning to one of the nearby teens she held her hand out for their staff, “May I?”

“Of course, my queen.” One acknowledged before bowing her head and handing over the practice staff.

As their queen moved forward the celebration ceased and all the surrounding dancers stepped back clearing a large radius around them.

“You want ME to spar with YOU?” A surprised Sibyl uttered aloud. “But I don’t know-”

“You’d be surprised to know that some individuals have a natural talent for it,” Areyn stated while moving into the circle.

“But...” Sibyl hesitated before glancing towards the head of security for support. “Jevin?”

“It’s up to you,” he mouthed with a grin.

Quinn added, “You can do it.”

“I have a feeling about you.” Areyn expressed with a sly smirk. “I’ll be VERY gentle.”

“Really?”

“You have my word.”

“All right.” Sibyl agreed then looked over at a supportive Quinn before approaching her counterpart. “If you say so then. Thanks,” she thanked taking an offered worn practice staff, “Promise?”

“I promise.”

Sibyl turned to face heR first sparringpartner, the Queen of the Amazons. Am I fool or what? “Okay, what do I do?” She(inquired tightening her grip on the hardwood weapon. Feels like its part of me... an extension of myself, she thought just as something awoke from within her very soul and a strange tingling sensation overwhelmed her entire body. How in the world? The oracle then began to warm herself by twirling the staff in her hands. Gods! And why does it feel so natural?

As an intrigued Quinn was watching their interaction when she looked across the clearing and noticed that Jevin’s eyes were focused on Sibyl. She mentally assessed them for a moment longer before turning back to her lady with a sly smirk. “A perfect couple.”

“Okay,” Areyn said next then progressed into a ready position, “I want you to attack me with your staff.”

“But I don’t know-”

“Just go by instinct, Sibyl.” she offered. “I can handle it. I’m not an innocent maiden, you know.”

Sibyl nodded.

“Good.” Areyn gave her a grin before advising once more. “Just say stop and we’ll quit, okay?”

“Sure.” Sibyl nodded again and began by attacking with a quick thrust to the head then a left, right, left, right and a reverse horizontal leg strike.

Areyn was grinning broadly as she blocked the thrust, halted the left, right, left, right moves and jumped over the swipe. She countered the attack with a slowed series of right, left, right, and left moves then a horizontal leg strike of her own.

To an amazed Sibyl she hastily dissipated all her sparring partner’s blows with perfect blocks of her own and leapt over the swipe. There was a small smile forming as she swung her staff towards her opponent’s head, faked it then reversed it with an instant low horizontal strike to her legs.

After blocking the strike with a foot Areyn brought her staff up and under Sibyl’s. She neatly pulled the oracle off balance and was on the verge of finishing her off when she heard her sparing partner’s plea.

“STOP!” Sibyl gasped and closed her eyes just as she was about to land flat on her face.

Areyn latched onto her sparring partner’s arm just in time and brought her back up. Taking a quick once over the blond then assessed that she hadn’t harmed the young woman. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” Sibyl spoke up and realized that her sparing partner had caught her, “just fine.” She took in a much-needed breath and wiped her brow with the back of a hand. “I was just scared that’s all.”

“Understandable.”

“I can’t believe that I just did that!”

“Well, my instincts were right about you.” Areyn affirmed. “You’re a natural through and through.”

“I still don’t believe it though.”

“Well, believe it.” Areyn affirmed before tossing both staves back to their perspective owners. “And I would advise your new friend over there to start on your lessons.” Gesturing towards Jevin she teased, “I mean in between the lovemaking and all.”

“Huh?” A wide-eyed Sibyl realized what she had meant. “We didn’t-”

“Okay,” she drawled, “it just sounded like you two were enjoying yourselves the other night-”

“It was the honey...” Sibyl informed then heard what she had just said. “Oh, that didn’t come out right...”

“No... it didn’t,” laughed Areyn, “but I understand.”

“Uh huh.” Sibyl muttered before nudging her in the side. She then lowered her voice just enough for the Amazon to hear. “I could say something about last night.”

Areyn reflected back to a night of passionate lovemaking with a certain sovereign. “Learning is like opium,” she recited a loud and gave her a guilty grin. “Once you tried it you can’t get enough.”

“Uh huh.”

~~~ # ~~~

An assortment of weapons in between decorative banners and ceremonial masks belonging to the Amazon Queen were hung along the four clay walls of her hut. A hide from a large man eating grizzly that terrorized the area five years ago was now laid before a large fireplace. Two glowing stones, one red and the other green was upon its mantle and a set of deer antlers that possessed ten points were hung above it. A large bed that was now occupied sat that in the far corner, next to it a chest and a desk that completed this shadowy room.

A layer of glistening sweat formed upon the heated bodies of the monarchs as they bathed in the moonlight. Intertwined lovers were now resting in each other’s arms after another session of lovemaking. As they drew in the soft fragrance of their passion, the soothing sounds of the forest lulled to them.

“That was...” Areyn drew a blank at what she was about to say then chuckled at herself. “Y-you my darlin’ surprise me more every day.”

“Areyn,” Quinn beamed at her dumbfounded lady then placed a gentle kiss upon her head, “YOU’RE the one that brings it out of me lovely lady.”

“That’s so sweet.” she said as a blush overcame her entire body at the sweet comment. Lowering her head upon Quinn’s chest she then gently kissed a breast, “But I can’t take all the credit-”

“Aye, you can.”

“But-”

“Listen to me,” Quinn interrupted, “YOU... my lovely QUEEN has enraptured an otherwise dull life. YOUR light subdued the dark entity that held me prisoner.” She confessed then placed a tender kiss onto her lady’s forehead. “And for THAT I’m eternally grateful.”

Areyn raised an inquisitive brow.

“So, when I say that you deserve all the credit then by all GAIA, you do.”

“Quinn, thank you.” Areyn expressed then gave her consort a squeeze. “For letting me into your life.”

“It’s you luv.”

“You know what I mean.”

“I know and you’re welcome.” Quinn said before commenting further, “Seems that Jevin and Sibyl are getting along well.”

“You think?”

“Aye,” Quinn nodded. “They make a cute couple.”

Areyn snuggled closer, “That they do.”

“So, how long have they been together?”

“I haven’t a clue,” Areyn said with a sigh. “Could be months... Hell years--kind of like us...”

“I see your point.” She gave her a squeeze knowing full well what her lady was getting at. “Aye, true indeed. Lass, you know what?”

“What?”

“I knew you were special when I first laid eyes upon you.”

Areyn lifted her head up, “Really?”

“The Rank Onion Tavern.” Quinn recited from memory as she thought back to their first meeting and chuckled. “You bloody blew me off!”

“I did...” Areyn reflected back with a laugh, “didn’t I?”

“Aye, lass you did.”

“Well, your pick-up line WAS a bit over the top...” she reflected, “but I must confess that it was your skills in romance that enraptured me so.”

“Did I not tell you that I possessed many skills?” Quinn said with a lopsided grin. “And here I thought it was my poetic annotations that captured your heart-”

“HA!” Areyn chuckled, but soon noticed the hurt gaze from her consort and apologized, “Sorry. Your poems were unique... Yes. But it was the thought behind it that moved me so. For over a year YOU, Lord Quinn Ethan, risked your very life to place a single flower upon my pillow for every night we were apart.”

“A lilac,” Quinn purred. “And I’d do it again just to see that beautiful smile of yours.”

“Aw...” Areyn blushed at the unexpected comment and lowered her gaze. “Quinn.”

“Now... Now, don’t be hiding that beautiful face on my account,” Quinn said as she lifted her lady’s head up with an index finger. “Boo.”

“Boo yourself,” she replied with a grin. “You know... I always wondered if that pickup line of yours actually worked.”

“Aye,” Quinn said soberly, “I’ve scored a few maidens in my time.”

“I see.”

“Sex was what I desired and it was all I received.” Quinn continued, “Nothing more--nothing less.”

“...”

“It was the past luv.”

“I know... but-”

“Listen here lass, I found love within you. YOU.” Quinn finished then gently outlined her lady’s lips with a thumb and assured, “And I’m proud to say that this lowly heart of mine will forever belong to you.”

~~~ # ~~~

Sibyl held out a mug of wine for her awaiting companion, “Here you go.”

“Thanks,” Kali said taking the offered mug. “So, where did your partner go?”

“Oh, he’s pulling a security detail. ”

“I see,” nodded Kali. “He does know that we’re in the center of nation...”

“Jevin’s very meticulous,” she nodded. “Its one of his many qualities that I just adore.”

“So, what do you want to know?”

“Tell me about yourself.”

“Well, I’m the daughter of Zenoa.”

Sibyl vocalized in awe, “The L´Emeraude Queen?”

Kali nodded.

“Wow!” Sibyl grinned. “Never imagined that I’d be talking to an elf... let alone an Elven Princess.”

An amused Kali turned to her amazed companion, “Tell me about your family.”

“Well, my parents are farmers in Teidri.” Sibyl revealed and mentally counted how long she’d been away. “I haven’t seen them in over three years now,” she informed with a sigh.

“Sorry to hear that.”

“It’s all right,” Sibyl assured. “I write to them every chance I get. Besides when everything settles down I’ll go home for a bit... make up some lost time you know.”

“Parents are the keys to our past that one must never forget,” Kali recited. “Sounds like a worthwhile plan.”

Turning to her drinking buddy, “Mind if I tell you something?”

Kali nodded.

“There’s something about you--I’m at ease when I’m around you.” Sibyl pondered aloud. “I know it sounds weird, but it’s like I’ve known you before.” Her eyes focused on pair of emeralds before confessing further, “Even though I’ve only known you for a few days now.”

“And I you.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“W-what do you make of it?”

“Well...” Kali thought back for a moment, “a wise woman once told me that long ago our souls were complete. It was a blissful time for all of Gaia’s creatures. One filled with utter happiness,” taking a small sip from her drink, “Alas, as with everything it wouldn’t last for it was a spurned god who cursed the happy souls.”

“How sad...”

“It was... nonetheless he brutally tore them apart and scattered them across the realms.”

“Which god?”

“Rumor had it that it was Zâral.”

“Wow.”

Silently Kali stared at the one whom she believed to be her other half. As she reflected back on the stories that her grandmother had told of finding true love Kali always had faith in the fact that she would experience it someday. However, the fates weren’t on her side leaving her to wonder. Would she ever feel the same way? Possibly, but not now. Yet, her soul longed to confess what her hearts desire. A desire that she knew would fall on deaf ears considering the mortal she preferred was in love with another.

KIDNAPPED

Natures call roared out to Areyn and she awoke with a groan. Sleepily she pulled her naked self from her consort’s protective embrace and muttered, “Ugh.”

Once Quinn felt the comforting weight suddenly lift off her she raised her bed head and opened a sleepy eye at her lady, “What’s wrong luv?”

“Go back to sleep.”

“You sure?”

“Unless you want to hold my hand as I relieve myself.”

“Nay.” Satisfied with her answer Quinn laid her head back down and went back to asleep.

Areyn grinned back at her now sleeping consort and made her way towards the chamber pot. A few moments later, she was relieved and ready for bed. As she was passing by an open window a moving shadow caught the corner of her eye and her senses went to alert mode. “What the?” Areyn muttered while donning a shift. Glancing over at a snoring Quinn she decided against her better judgment not to wake her then grabbed her sword and exited out of the hut in search of the voyeur herself.

“A visitor this late?” yawned Akshan.

“Shhh...” Areyn hushed while stealthily advancing toward a thicket of trees that surrounded her hut. As she was scanning the area around her she heard someone approaching from behind. She spun around to confront them when Akshan whispered.

“It’s Sibyl.”

Just then the shadowy figure moved into the light thus revealing a yawning Sibyl. “Areyn?”

“Damn woman!” Areyn grumbled noting that the oracle was still dressed in her attire from earlier. “Are you trying to get yourself impaled with a sword?”

“I’m sorry... I just couldn’t sleep,” Sibyl said and held up her hands. “Hi Akshan.”

“Sibyl,” Akshan responded back. “Evening.”

“So,” wondered Areyn, “you like strolling in the dark?”

“Sometimes... When I can’t sleep.”

Resting Akshan upon a shoulder Areyn and suggested, “Let’s walk you back then.” As she began to lead the way back a sudden chill ran down her spine. Feeling a pair of strange eyes on her person she readied up her sword. “Stay close.”

“An invisible Mage,” Akshan warned, “in the tree line.”

“Lead the way Akshan.” Areyn said scanning the area around them. “When I say run...” she spoke to Sibyl in a lowered voice, “you run as though Zâral himself is chasing you.”

Sibyl nodded.

A watchful Myron meanwhile was gesturing towards the pair before her from the shadows. “Ytilibisivni ssam!” she chanted and watched bemused anticipation as her spell was caste.

Noting movement in the shadows the Amazon Queen assessed the situation at hand. She needed to give the oracle time to escape and decided to make a stand with the intruder. “Run!” Areyn barked back to her companion then charged towards the sinister figure.

“Peels!” Myron spat towards the sprinting Sibyl. Black eyes narrowed once the blond had collapsed to the ground from the sleep spell. Pointing towards the approaching queen she whispered, “Delgnatne.”

Areyn was about to pounce on their attacker when vines from the nearby vegetation suddenly shot out from all around and wrapped around her wrists. Thick roots sprang from the ground and latched onto her legs. Struggling to no avail she was entangled further. “SHOW YOURSELF!”

“Don’t waste your breath AMAZON. No one can hear or see us,” sneered Myron from the shadows. “Ever heard of a mass invisibility spell?”

“DAMN YOU!” Areyn spat just then Akshan suddenly flew out from her bound hand. “NO!”

“Dloh!” Myron whispered before adding, “Niard.”

As Akshan was speeding towards their invisible attacker he was abruptly held in mid-air by an invisible force. “Release me!” he roared not moving an inch. “So as I can impale myself into your cowardly gut!”

“Come now can’t you do better than that?” Myron taunted the blade prior to stepping out into the light. “A sword with more talk than bite,” she chuckled while approaching the bound queen. “My... My.”

“YOU BITCH!” growled Areyn. “Leave her... it’s me that you want.”

“A QUEEN giving herself for a poor oracle,” Myron purred, “how noble.” She held out her left hand just as a black mage staff magically appeared in it. “The emperor will be pleased with the both of you.” She smirked then placed the end of her staff to Areyn’s chest. “He’ll gladly pay me triple now.”

Without warning Areyn was bombarded with an electrical current. The massive surge of magic coursed through her nervous system causing her to spasm and jerk. She growled out in pain, “NO!” And did her best to remain conscious, but it was to no avail for her body had finally succumbed to the magic.

Removing four sets of shackles from the magical pouch of holding at her side Myron tossed two at the downed queen. She waited until they had latched around her prisoner’s wrists and ankles before focusing her attention on the sleeping oracle.

“Awwww.” Myron vocalized and bent down to caress Sibyl’s cheek. “You look so peaceful.” Repeating the process with the blond, “Etativel ssam.” The bound pair slowly began to lift off the ground by the levitation spell and followed a pace behind her. “Etag!” Myron uttered next and a glowing gate formed before her. She gave triumph chuckle then passed through the portal with her prisoners in tow. “This IS a good day indeed!”

~~~ # ~~~

As a soft breeze chilled Sibyl’s naked flesh she soon realized that she was now lying on the ground. What the? Her body was suddenly drenched with freezing water causing her to wake with a start. And when she tried to cry out, it was muffled by a cloth that had been tied around her head. “OMUPH!” Struggling with her shackled hands and feet Sibyl wondered what happened. Her mind raced upon noticing the unfamiliar ruins that surrounded for her last memory was of Myron’s annoying taunts before passing out.

“OOOOO... you’re finally awake.” Myron said prior to shoving Areyn to the ground. “It’s no use, sweetie. You can’t get away.”

“FUNKU!” Sibyl roared back a muffled curse. Glaring at their kidnapper she then focused her attention onto the doubled over, naked Amazon who at that very moment was dry heaving. She took note of a circular burn mark upon Areyn’s chest and numerous nasty welts that covered her battered friend’s abdomen and just shook her head.

Exhausted from a prior beating Areyn was on the verge of passing out when she felt her companion’s eyes on herself. Damned magic, she thought at their dire situation. Slowly she turned towards Sibyl and gave her a reassuring smile in return.

“Insulting me will get you everywhere.” Myron purred before bringing a half-empty wineskin to her lips. “Releasing some pent-up anger is such a thrill!” she chuckled. “Especially if that person happens to be the QUEEN of the Amazons.”

“Myron,” Areyn gasped out. “You’re... such a bitch.”

“Still have some fight in ya after all. Huh?” Myron gloated. “Oh well makes no difference. When the emperor gets a hold of you--you’d wish that I’d have killed ya.”

Noticing a furious Bertók approaching from behind the taunting mage Areyn coughed, “I’d rather take my chances.”

Just then Bertók shoved Myron into the awaiting arms of his soldiers. “Enough!”

Myron retorted, “What?”

“The emperor doesn’t want YOUR filth upon his property!” He growled lowering his attention to the young oracle. His eyes ravished over her before turning to the Amazon Queen and said, “Cover them.”

A Siraj Soldier nodded, “Yes, Sir.”

“Myron, the emperor will be pleased at this added bonus.” Bertók acknowledged gruffly and observed as his guards did as they were told. “He may even have need of your skills later... till then you’re free to go.”

Myron irritatingly straightened her clothes upon being dismissed so, “Where’s he anyway?”

“He had some business to attend to.”

“I demand triple pay for this.”

“Very well.” Bertók shrugged prior to punching traitorous mage in the gut. “You disrespecting fool!” He spat just as Myron dropped to her knees before him. “YOU, lowly women DO NOT demand!”

“Ugh….”

“Now... if you repeat your error, I’ll personally break every bone in your body THEN feed you to my dragon hatchling.” Bertók threatened, “Understand?”

Myron simply nodded.

A FEELING SO WRONG

It was already dawn by the time Kali leapt out of bed with an overwhelming sense of dread. “My queen!” She growled while grabbing her sword on the way out the door. And as the regent passed by Sibyl’s hut something caught her eye. Her gut twisted over with trepidation. Skidding to a halt Kali focused on Akshan who was stuck blade first into the ground. “AKSHAN!”

“Myron... has,” Akshan revealed softly, “...them.”

Rushing over Kali pulled the sword free, “How long?”

“A few... hours now.”

“Damn!”

~~~ # ~~~

After dispatching a search party to check the area around her Lucia scanned the ruins just as three riders rode up. She sighed and knew in the back of her mind that this day would grow worse by the day’s end. Nevertheless, she focused on the present for now when she observed from the corner of her eye as Quinn dismounted followed by Kali and Jevin.

First to address the captain was Kali, “Lucia report.”

“Seems that this was where Myron met up with some of the emperor’s men,” Lucia informed soberly.

“Give me the names of the guards from last night!” Quinn demanded next.

“Delvus and Raia,” Lucia informed, “were the queen’s assigned guards.”

“And where are they?”

“Part of the search party.”

“Are ye daft?” Quinn uttered aloud. “Your letting the bloody blokes who let this happen search for them?”

“Yes,” nodded Lucia.

Grumbling inaudibly Quinn reached into her side pouch and pulled out a marble size orb. She held it out and it began to enlarge as it levitate up. “Locate Areyn and Sibyl,” she ordered and observed as the glowing orb was searching the realm. In the end it revealed only a cloudy view. “Damn... some kind of screen. I don’t believe this,” Quinn muttered before turning to her approaching head of security. “Jevin, take the men and thoroughly search this area. BRING ME MYRON.”

“Aye, my liege.” Jevin nodded then set out to do as he was told.

Disappointed at the thought of her sister’s lack of security, Kali finally spoke up. “Say that we have some leads.”

“Yes,” Lucia replied. “I’ve counted five riders and two empty mounts came from the east while the fifth approached from the south. It seems that they left the way they came. Although the two empty mounts were now carrying riders.”

Quinn muttered, “Sirajs.”

“Afraid so,” nodded Lucia. “The tracks are hours old.”

“Myron must’ve of teleported here,” Kali said aloud as she remembered feeling the residue of magic in the air prior. “DAMNIT!”

Quinn turned to the regent.

“She used a magic gate to enter the perimeter,” Kali assessed. “I felt a high residue by Sibyl’s hut.”

Lucia uttered, “Our sentries would have seen-”

“Not if the she used a protective barrier or even a illusion one of sorts,” Kali clarified. “One wouldn’t be able to witness a damn thing.”

“Son of a bitch,” grumbled the captain. “Why didn’t we think-”

After brushing past Lucia, Quinn picked up the ripped shifts and crouched down. She grabbed a handful of moist dirt and worriedly thought it was blood. Upon closer inspection she found that it was only water. Relieved, Quinn caught Areyn’s faint scent mixed with the distasteful stench of Siraj’s. Her eye grew dark as the thought of Iakoboi touching her lady chilled her to the very bone. “I should’ve never trusted a MAGE.”

“It’s the person that’s bad, not the profession,” Kali remarked. “Besides...”

“Iakoboi...” A furious Quinn threw the dirt down, “that bastard!”

“Lucia,” Kali addressed her awaiting captain. “Send word to the other tribes for an emergency meeting ASAP.”

“Of course.”

“Don’t worry,” Kali said then turned to the still fuming sovereign. “We’ll find them.”

“I’m holding YOU personally responsible if something happens.” Quinn decreed before mounting her steed and riding off in the direction of the tracks.

“Blessed be.” Kali whispered to the wind as she too mounted her mare. “Let them both be safe.”

#

PORT OF CUAN

“Where did the emperor go?” roared Quinn as she threw the stocky port master against the wall. Pulling him up to her eye level she growled, “And don’t lie or I’ll know.”

“PLEASE, I don’t know!” He gasped glancing over his attacker’s shoulder at the awaiting elf. “Really... I don’t!”

“LOOK AT ME!” Quinn’s eye narrowed. “DO you know who I am?”

“N-no.” The quivering port master stuttered while staring into the lone icy gray. “Should I?” And once he uttered this his mind finally registered the fiery hair and the eye he swallowed hard. “Y-your the SOVEREIGN!”

Tightening her hold on the man’s throat Quinn remarked dryly, “You’re a smart one.”

Reflecting on the sovereign’s famous temper that his buddies had told with dread the port master gasped out just as his eyes widened. Never had he imagined this. Damned his luck.

“Your life is now forfeit,” Quinn said simply. “Now tell me where they went and you shall leave this world on good terms.”

“He wasn’t here... Bertók... two boats,” he gasped out. “Don’t know which... one went south and other west-”

“Menzotaro.” finished Quinn.

The gasping port master was slowly succumbing to the lack of oxygen as he nodded. Time was short. Sweat was rolling down his flush cheeks and he wished that he had lived a better life than he did.

“Wait!” protested Kali.

Quinn was on the verge of crushing his larynx when she decided to let him live instead then shoved the port master to the side. “Not a word,” she grumbled brushing past the regent on her way out. “Not one damn word.”

As Kali observed the lucky man, she noted that his rasping breath was now growing steady. “Blessed be.” She thanked Anitra for sparing him then followed the sovereign onto the busy dock.

Quinn was taking in the vast Mare Aegean Sea as it continued into the horizon from the edge of the docks. “Bastard...” she muttered to the wind as its gentle breeze blew her tresses about. Swirling in her lone, gray eye was a darkness that she’d kept in check for so long. Too long really. For it now roared out for its freedom. “Be strong,” she said. “I’ll bring you both back even if I have to travel to the gates of Hell to do so. I promise you that.”

“Quinn,” Kali spoke up from behind, “we’ve got to get back to the city...”

Acknowledging her with a nod Quinn headed back to her awaiting steed, climbed onto Storm’s back then turned back to the regent. “You and I,” she said in more calmed tone, “have many things to discuss when we get back.”

“As you wish.”

NOWHERE TO GO

A magical gate opened in the port city of Cove on the continent of Bjaring and out stepped Myron atop her gray mare. Ignoring the passerby’s she then pulled her horse to a stop in front of a stable and dismounted. “Boy,” she addressed to an approaching stable hand, “give Banshee here an extra apple tonight.”

Taking the offered reins he gave the mare a friendly nose rub. “Yes, Ma’am.”

Just then a trio of Siraj Soldiers consisting of two warriors and a mage suddenly appeared of nowhere. “Myron,” the mage announced while his partners withdrew their swords, “you’re under arrest.”

Just as she heard the spell being caste Myron growled, “I don’t think so.”

“Enifnoc!” the Siraj Mage said before adding, “Ecnelis.”

Myron’s eyes grew wide once a sphere had formed around her. And when she was about to counteract his spell the Siraj’s second spell effectively silenced her. Gods be damned!

The Siraj Mage held up his staff and said, “Tropelet.” And all were then teleported to the bowels of a dank dungeon hallway beneath the emperor’s castle a moment later. Once there they led their prisoner by sword point into an empty cell. With a rough shove he chuckled, “Welcome to the emperor’s dungeon!” then slammed the door shut.

Cursing a silent profanity Myron was now laying face first on the cold, stone floor. Slowly she rolled onto her back just as the soldiers footsteps faded into the distance. Propping herself against the wall Myron began to assess her drier situation. For amusement she attempted to caste a fireball, but it was to no avail. On account of the magical cell that she had been placed in neutralized any spells that one would caste. Son of a bitch. Voiceless and alone she leaned her head back and reflected back to a time long ago.

~~~ # ~~~

A small army led by Lord Quinn rampaged through the farming community of Irras. “BURN THIS TOWN!” She roared atop a black stallion and observed in pride as her soldiers dispersed. Burning torches were tossed into numerous straw buildings as they passed by causing the startled citizens to rush from their burning huts only to be brutally cut down by awaiting soldiers.

Memories of that day hunted her dreams still. Reliving the horror was her punishment for living. If it wasn’t for her savior she would’ve been just another unfortunate victim in battle. A savior who helped mold her into the powerful mage she was today. Thus, giving her a second chance at life as well as revenge if she so desired. Revenge, she smirked towards the very person who destroyed her family so long ago.

WAITING GAME

Quinn seized the doubled over Amazons by the neck and yanked both to their feet and sneered, “Give me ONE reason to let you two live!”

“QUINN!” Kali roared. “If you let them die... our alliance dies as well.”

“Over two incompetent warriors?”

“ALL life is sacred,” the regent quipped, “Besides, we do have our own punishments you know.” Kali’s stony stare focused back at the fuming sovereign while she reached into the air and pulled out a scimitar from a space pocket. “Nonetheless, I would hate to have OUR friendship end at the edge of MY blade.”

Realizing the truth within Kali’s words Quinn reluctantly released the duo. As she observed the pair gasping for air Quinn then spun around to face their now armed regent. “I want justice.”

“Very well... Sovereign, you shall have that.” Kali acknowledged then turned to address her fallen sisters. “Your status of being warriors for Anitra has been revoked until further notice. Now go... speak to Lucia on your retraining.”

The disgraced pair lowered their heads in shame and responded in unison, “My regent, as you wish.”

“Is that all?” growled Quinn.

“WHAT?” Kali voiced aloud. “Do YOU yearn for death?”

“That would be most appropriate.”

“Might I remind you that Sibyl and Areyn are alive and breathing?” Kali replied calmly, adding. “So, death would be too severe at this time.”

“If the roles were reversed-”

“I would do the same,” Kali interrupted. “Death is on the horizon and we must focus on the forthcoming battle.”

“….”

“So, I suggest that we stop blaming each other for who’s at fault and work on trying to defeat the emperor-” “And save our friends.”

#

Quinn glanced up from the maps that were scattered before her. “Lyle,” she spoke to the blond haired general within the hovering orb, “have you sent word to the others?”

“Yes.”

“Good,” Quinn acknowledged. “This must be kept a secret.”

“Of course.”

“You’re dismissed then.”

Lyle bowed just as his image disappeared.

“Find Areyn and Sibyl,” Quinn ordered next and watched as the glowing orb searched the realm for the missing pair. Alas it revealed nothing, but fog. She just shook her head at it all and snarled, “Find Myron then.”

A clear image of the imprisoned mage appeared before her a moment later. “Serves you right!” Quinn laughed and held her hand out just as the shrinking orb lowered onto her open palm. After placing it into the pouch at her side there was a light rapping on the door. “Enter!” she called out.

“Quinn,” Jevin apologized upon entering into the room, “I’m sorry for failing to protect them-”

“Nay, it wasn’t your fault.”

“But...”

“Nay. And leave it at that.” Quinn sighed. “Find anything?”

“Nay, was there something else you wanted me to do instead?”

“Wait... And have faith in our loved ones.”

Jevin turned to her and realized that his secret relationship wasn’t such a secret. “I apologize for not telling you earlier.”

“Nay. It seems that we’ve both kept our loved ones a secret. For whatever reasons...”

“Aye.” Jevin gave her an acknowledging nod, “I thought you’d disapprove.” He glanced down at the assortment of maps before them then abruptly slammed his fist on the desk. “And the emperor’s behind this whole damned mess!”

“The mastermind behind it, aye.” She replied while mentally debating on whether to reveal hers or not. “Mine was for her safety...”

“….”

“….”

“Do you believe anyone else is involved?”

“Possibly.” she nodded then began to stretch her sore muscles out. “I’m not ruling anything out, though.”

“Aye, and considering that Myron is at large-”

“It seems that she’s in a dungeon somewhere,” Quinn finished with a yawn. “That traitorous bitch can rot in there as far I care. Areyn and Sibyl are the ones that I’m worried about.”

Jevin nodded.

“Seems that their captor has a screen of sorts that protects them from being found with spells.”

“That bleeding bites.”

Quinn lifted the golden goblet to her lips, finished the rest of her sweet wine off in one gulp then wiped her mouth with the back of a hand and said. “I’m going alone.”

“But-”

“It’ll be less suspicious.”

“It’s suicide.”

After quirking a brow his way Quinn then remarked, “Think that low of my abilities?”

“Nay,” Jevin responded shaking his head. “But I think you may be speaking with your heart instead of your head.”

“Perhaps, I should’ve used my heart long ago.”

DINNER’S THE THING

The sea vessel ‘Condor Ridge’ easily cut through the small swells of the Mare Aegean. This was day two of its homebound voyage towards Eustas. The ship with its billowing rectangular sails that were attached to three masts slanted backward slightly. With its long narrow hull and sharp, gracefully carved bow made it one of the fastest vessels in the emperor’s vast fleet.

An aged seaman descended below deck carrying with him a tray of food and burlap bag. He approached a guarded cabin and waited as one Siraj Soldier opened the door for him before entering. As the scraggly man waited for his eyes to adjust to the low levels of light, he observed a pale looking blond sitting on the floor, wrapped in a thin cloak. “Ma’am, you really should eat something.” He said while holding out the plate for her to take. “My life will surely end if I fail this simple task.”

“All right...” Sibyl acknowledged softly while her mind raced with worry at her predicament, “all right.” She took the offered food and brought a small portion of cod into her mouth. She was expecting that it would be bad, was surprised to find that it was quite the opposite. “Humm... this IS good.”

“Only the best for Bertók and his guests.”

“Thank you,” Sibyl said before inquiring about his name. “So, what’s your name?”

“Romi, Ma’am.”

“Thank you, Romi.”

The seaman pulled out a pair of brown trousers and a white shirt from the bag and sat the articles out. “This is for you to wear,” he offered next, “instead of that smelly cloak.”

“Thanks.”

Romi then began to unlock the shackles and leg cuffs, “No problem Ma’am.”

Once Sibyl was freed, she proceeded to rub the circulation back into them. Her eyes meanwhile wandered around the dark storage room before spying the tail end of a scurrying rat. “ECK!”

“Excuse me?”

“RAT!” Sibyl hollered. “RAT! Rat... RAT!”

“Where?”

She pointed towards a trio of large barrels that sat in the corner. “Over there!”

By the time Romi looked over he concluded that the rat was safely hidden behind in the water barrels. “Fear not of the rat,” he chuckled, “for it fears you more.”

“Uh huh.” A skeptical Sibyl turned back to the food and began to scarf down her meal. “I suppose you’re right,” she said in between bites.

“Think nothing of it, Ma’am.”

“My name is Sibyl.”

“Very well,” Romi acknowledged. “Sibyl.”

“Where’s Areyn?”

“The Amazon Queen is none of your concern,” Romi scolded. “It would be wise of you to worry about ones self than a lowly queen.”

Sibyl lowered her gaze to the floor, “Thanks for the food.”

“You’re welcome,” Romi acknowledged, “But I’m only doing what I’ve been ordered to do Ma’am...”

“By who?”

“By our honorable Bertók of course.”

~~~ # ~~~

Areyn meanwhile was being slammed into the wall in another part of the ship and kicked twice for good measure by a Siraj Soldier. Out of breath and aching she groaned, “Upset?”

The Siraj spat, “You killed my brother!”

“Your brother...” she coughed out, “...deserved it I suppose.”

“Amazon whore!” He retorted then attempted to kick her again when she latched onto his foot and threw him off balance. “What the?” he uttered just as the Amazon leapt on him. “UGH!”

“Siraj swine!” Areyn backhanded him three times before strangling him with her shackle chains. She was tightening her hold when she felt a tip of a sword’s blade to the side of her neck. “Huh?”

“Release him.” Bertók ordered.

“Bertók,” Areyn sighed and reluctantly released her attacker, “you really should teach your soldiers better manners.”

“Uh huh.” Bertók kept his weapon pointed at her. “Perhaps you deserved it.”

Glancing over the paladin’s shoulder Areyn climbed off the battered soldier and noted two more were waiting behind him. “Bodyguards?”

“I wouldn’t advise trying anything as foolish as overpowering me.” Bertók remarked then gestured towards his gasping man. “Get THIS soldier out of here.”

“Yes, Sir.” Another Soldier behind him stepped forward as to help his brethren out of the room. “Let’s go.”

Bertok waited for the pair to leave before continuing, “Considering that we have the oracle in another part of this ship...”

“Yada... yada... yada.” She rolled her eyes at him. “I get the point. You’ll hurt her before I’ll get a chance to save her. I know.” Areyn leaned against the wall and sighed. “Do you really think I’m that dense BROTHER?”

“At times.”

“How kind of you.”

Bertók took in his healthy kin, “Been awhile little Sister.”

“Too long.”

~~~ # ~~~

It was later that evening when Bertók was waiting patiently in his cabin for his dinner guest to arrive. Lifting a goblet to his parched lips he finished the sweet wine in one swallow. Behind him a table for two had been set and an assortment of food was now being laid out. He observed his slaves completing various tasks and just as a wine boy was refilling his goblet. there was a.

Romi paused in his duties when there was a sudden knock at the door and went to answer it. “Good evening, this way please.”

An escorted Sibyl passed by him, “Romi.”

“Sibyl,” Bertók quickly rose from his seat, “welcome.” Gesturing towards the empty seat across from him he added, “Please, have a seat.”

She was then roughly shoved into a seat by her ever present guards before turning to the feast that awaited her. Sibyl hadn’t a clue as to why they brought her here when her senses were suddenly bombarded with the mouthwatering scents. Eying a large turkey and the assortment of side dishes she finally spoke up, “Why am I here?”

“Being civil isn’t a sin dear Oracle,” Bertók remarked then nodded for Romi to cut the large bird. “I hope your quarters are satisfactory.”

“You mean the rat infested storage room?”

Bertók’s brow rose in bemusement.

“Just dandy,” Sibyl muttered and watched as the wine boy filling her goblet. “Why have you kidnapped us?”

“Now... now. You know I can’t tell you that. It would be our downfall, now wouldn’t it?” He pointed out then flashed her a sly smirk. “It’s best to keep some secrets to ourselves.”

“Uh huh.”

“I must say though that I’m abhorred at the assault that you observed earlier,” Bertók apologized. “Myron can be overzealous at times.”

Pushing the horrid thought from her mind Sibyl lowered her head. “Where’s Areyn?”

“She’s relaxing in another supply room.” Bertók assured glancing down at his plate filled with food. “Now... let’s enjoy this bountiful feast before us.”

“Is she okay?”

“A bit bruised, but nothing life threatening.”

Sibyl was eying him when her stomach roared out its protest. A blush overcame her features and she slowly picked up her fork. “Why are you treating me like this?”

“I didn’t know there was a manual one must go by in kidnapping.” Bertók joked and lifted his goblet to her. “By all means drink up.”

#

After eating their delicious meal the pair made their way onto the deck of the ship for some fresh air. As Bertók casually led her towards the helm of the ship he snuck a glance or two towards his beautiful dinner guest. There was just something about this woman he thought. He was taken by her when he first laid his eye on her. The debate over this woman was roaring within him when he spoke in a whisper, “I must say that the moon radiates your beauty.”

Sibyl shied away from his touch as he tried to caress her cheek. “It’s very kind of you-” she started to say when she was abruptly silenced by a sudden kiss from Bertók. “Please...” she gasped as the kiss ended. “Don’t do this.”

“Your eyes,” Bertók drawled and pulled her into his arms, “tell a different tale.”

Sibyl pushed him away, “You must be blind then.”

“Lust is sparkling in those precious eyes of yours.”

“No.”

Grabbing his captive again Bertók’s hand caressed her cheek gently as he spoke, “You want this.”

“NO!” Sibyl held his eyes. “I don’t.”

“You will.” He said with pride then gestured towards his personal guards. “Take her away.” He watched as they led her away and heard Romi approaching. “Romi.”

“My lord,” he spoke up and held out a full goblet of wine upon a silver tray. “We’ll arrive in Cove by sunrise.”

“Very good.”

NIGHTMARES

“NOOOO!” Kali shouted and abruptly woke up from a horrid nightmare that involved Bertók taking advantage of Sibyl.

“KALI!” Lucia rushed in with her sword drawn followed by two elite guards. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s okay.” She assured waving to them to sheath their swords. “It was only a nightmare.”

Lucia did as she was instructed.

“I need some fresh air,” sighed Kali as she climbed out of bed. “Care to join me?”

“Of course.”

“Mind telling me why your guarding my hut?”
“Because I FAILED in not protecting our queen,” she grumbled, “and I’m NOT letting that happen you.”

SIBLINGS

Areyn cupped a hand into the bucket of water and brought it up to her parched lips. She was enjoying the cool water when the door to her cell opened and in stepped her smiling brother. “About time you had the decency to give a prisoner some water,” she griped. “Thought I was going to die of dehydration.”

Bertók leaned against the doorway and taunted, “I could always take it away.”

“No, that won’t be necessary.”

“Good.”

“What do you want?”

“Sibyl.”

Areyn’s eyes widened, “WHAT?”

“I desire her,” he clarified, “and want to know more about her.”

“If you touch-”

“Little Sister, I’m not a rapist.”

“No,” she replied stretching out her legs. “You only side with an evil empire.”

“And you... warring sluts.” Bertók countered with a grin. “So, what’s your point?”

Areyn ignored his snide comment while studying him, “She’s taken.”

“So.”

“Don’t do it.”

“You SO take after our dear old MOTHER.”

“Uh huh.” Leaning her head back Areyn stared at the ceiling above and wondered aloud. “Still bitter that she took me instead of you?”

“I was first born.”

“And I was six months when she took me,” Areyn countered. “It’s not like I chose this life.”

“You could’ve said something-”

“I did, but she said your life was with OUR father.”

The grumbling paladin held his tongue.

“Besides, the Amazons are led by a QUEEN not a KING.”

“I could’ve been a good king.”

“Could’ve... would’ve... should’ve,” Areyn sighed. “What’s been done in the past can’t be changed now.”

“It’s not fair.”

“Life isn’t fair... but we go on.”

Bertók eyed her, “Still.”

“At least you knew FATHER.” Areyn reminded before adding. “And what I know of him are from tavern rumors and such.”

“What do you want to know?”

“Last I heard he retired from the Wyvern Riders and now makes his home in a seedy tavern in El’ Brell.”

“He’s fine... Married a bard and has a son named Dillon.”

“How old?”

“Two years now.”

“Dillon huh? That’s good to hear,” Areyn nodded then held up her shackled hands. “Promise to be a good if you’ll unlock these.”

Bertók raised a skeptical brow towards his sister.

“What am I going to do?” she rolled her eyes at him. “Swim to the nearest isle and pray to the gods that the sharks and serpents don’t eat me first?”

“Promise.”

“On my honor as an Amazon.” Areyn pledged and placed a closed fist upon her chest. “I promise.”

Bertók tossed the requested key to her, “Here.”

Areyn caught it, “Thanks.” She then proceeded to unlock the shackles that bound her. “Still hate using teleportation spells?” she commented with a smirk knowing full well her brother hated them so.

“A ship or horse is better.”

“Oh dear BROTHER overcome our past and deal with what’s at hand,” she said once done. “Brethren everywhere have fallen for this bloody war of ours.” Areyn added while rubbing the circulation back to her raw wrists. “If you’re so adamant about being a ruler then why don’t you just overthrow Iakoboi?”

“SILENCE!” Bertók growled. “The emperor has been a good friend to me and I shall not speak ill of him.”

“Even at the cost of my life?”

“If that is what’s meant to be,” Bertók replied grimly. “One must do what one must.”

RELEASE THE ANGER

Kali was violently shoved against a tree and held there in place. “NO!” She growled to her approaching captain to stay put. “Let her!”

“Why didn’t you protect THEM?” A drunken Quinn snarled as she tightened her grip on her captive’s neck. “WHY?”

“I’m sorry,” Kali breathed while staring into the darken eye of the sovereign. “We did the best we could.”

“….”

“How do you think we feel? We failed in our duties to protect OUR queen. Well, I can tell you that it’s not a pretty feeling.” she continued not caring what Quinn would do next. “Areyn’s my friend too you know.”

“What’s stopping me from killing you right here... right now?”

“I promise you this...” Kali pledged then looked over at her armed captain. “You’ll NEVER see sunrise,” she growled just as the tip of Lucia’s sword was directed at the sovereign’s throat.

“UGH!” Quinn spat. “This is all YOUR fault!”

“Fine...” Kali conceded, “Blame it on me if makes you feel better.”

Quinn released her hold and waited till the regent had dropped to her hands and knees before swiftly kicking her in the abdomen. Kali was lifted up, off the ground and flipped back from the brutal force of the blow.

“I would change places with her if I could,” she breathed, coughing. “I’ve been friends with her longer than you have...”

“Nggguh!” Quinn roared before storming off into the shadowy forest around them.

“Kali!” Lucia rushed over to her friend’s aid. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m sorry,” she apologized and wrapped an arm around her waist. “But I won’t stand here and watch you let her abuse you like that.”

“It’s okay,” Kali sighed climbing to her feet. “If I remember correctly, I was the one that ordered you not to interfere remember? Anyway, I should’ve tightened security to begin with... So in a way it WAS my fault.”

“Well, it’s mine as well.”

“Nonetheless, I didn’t want Quinn to take it out on anyone else.” Kali confessed finally. “When everything is said and done... she’ll owe me.”

SURVIVAL

“NO!” Sibyl shouted and abruptly sat up from her haunting nightmare. As she took in her surroundings, she felt her heart racing from the horrid visions of war that had bombarded her dreams. Pushing off her blanket the oracle climbed off the hammock. Noticing a bucket filled with water across the room Sibyl went to quench her thirst. “Where are you Areyn?” she wondered aloud. “I hope you’re okay.”

“Rise and shine blondie!”

The door to her prison opened and a horrid smell quickly filled the air. It was of a mix of uncleanness and stale port. This god-awful stench permeated off the guards and churned Sibyl’s gut as she passed by. “Focus...” she muttered, “focus.”

Bertók meanwhile, stood erect observing the familiar port drawing near. He waited at the helm as the early light of dawn reflected off his armor and his cape fluttering in the wind. Time was of the essence he thought just as his men escorted Sibyl over. “About time.”

“Forgive our tardiness, Sir.”

“Very well,” Bertók sighed. “Sibyl how was your night?”

“Could have been better,” Sibyl replied drearily while nonchalantly scanning the deck for Areyn. When she observed two guards approaching with the Amazon Queen now clad in black. “Areyn!”

An unshackled Areyn mouthed, “Sibyl.” Relived to see that the oracle was okay. She locked eyes with Sibyl then gave her a friendly grin before coming to a halt. “Glad to see that you’re well.”

Bertók observed their interaction with jealousy. “As I said she’s in one piece,” he said gruffly turning to his sister with a sly smirk, “Isn’t that right little SISTER?”

“Sister?” An awed Sibyl repeated and turned to the Amazon Queen for confirmation. “Is it true?”

“I’m afraid so,” Areyn nodded. “Isn’t it sad?”

And without warning something unseen brutally collided into the hull of the ship sending it airborne. Passengers were thrown about the deck like rag dolls meanwhile loose equipment, barrels and an unlucky few were sent overboard just as it crashed back down.

Areyn was tumbling past Sibyl when she slammed side first into the railing. “Sibyl!” She called out just as the oracle crashed into her arms. Subconsciously she latched onto her for dear life. “I got ya.”

“Areyn!” Sibyl shouted back when a tide of water drenched them and sent both sliding across the slippery deck. “NO!”

Once the ship righted, huge tentacles belonging to a giant squid reached out from the sea and wrapped around the aft of the boat. The creature’s deafening screeches seemed to echo all around as it tightened its hold on the vessel.

“We’re going to die!” Sibyl reached out and grabbed a rope that had been attached to the second mast pole in front of her. Observing as a dazed Bertók crashing into the Amazon Queen before tumbling by. “Areyn!”

Areyn meanwhile was reaching out for the rope as well when a large crack began to spider-web beneath her. Her eyes widened at the sight and urgently grasped out for the illusive rope, but it was too late. “NO!” she roared then fell through yet another massive crack. “NOOOOOO!”

Sibyl watched in horror as Areyn disappeared over the edge and screamed out. “Areyn!” Without warning, she was assaulted by flying debris, but ducked quickly just as a board missed hitting her by a hair. A slack-jawed oracle looked over at a sailor who had successfully latched onto a nearby railing. When a second later, the section was ripped clean off from the side and sent flying. “Oh my!” she gasped in utter horror.

Tightening her hold Sibyl heard the screams from her fellow passengers echoing out from the numerous cracks growing all around. It was surreal almost she thought just as the deck began to shift and buckle under her. She was trying to get a better grip on the already slippery rope when something caught her eye. Turning slowly she soon realized that a giant eye was now staring back at her. “By the gods!”

#

Areyn meanwhile saved herself from falling further by grabbing the elusive rope at the last minute. Once the dangling Amazon had caught her breath a body she recognized as her brother’s tumbled over the edge. “BERTÓK!” She roared and on pure instinct her left hand seized his armor at the base of the neck. There was an unnatural pop and Areyn released a low growl. This added weight dislocated her shoulder and caused her to slide further down the rope. “NO!”

“Areyn?” mumbled a dazed and bloody paladin. “Release me.”

Growling out in pain Areyn soon noticed that they were nearing the end of the rope. So, she wrapped what was left around her leg in attempt to release her good arm as to get a better hold of him. “Not going to let you go!” she assured. “Hold on.”

“Have to...” Bertók coughed. “Do it.”

“NO! Give me your hand.”

Bertók reached up for it, but grabbed the hand that held him and brutally squeezed her wrist in attempt to release him. “Forgive me...”

“We’ll get through this.” Areyn said bearing through the pain. Her eyes locked on his. She read the plight within them and knew in that instant what he was about to do. “Don’t do this Bro.”

“Live long.”

Her eyes grew wide when she felt his hold loosen, “NO! Damn you!” Areyn released her other hand just as he let go and snatched empty air. “Bertók!” Pain raked through her battered body and it didn’t matter to her for she failed him. And her eyes never left his. “BROTHER!” Areyn watched in horror as her brother descend into the darkness below. “I could’ve...” she muttered aloud then heard a thud once his body had hit the deck below. “No! no... no... NO!”

Salty water was spraying through the hull’s massive cracks and tossed Areyn around. As the rope tightened around her leg she ignored the pain and hung there upside down for all to see. Screams and blood curling yells snapped the Amazon out of the foggy daze and brought her back to reality. “Damn,” she muttered. Her mind was racing at this drier situation and knew that the ship was going down fast. Quickly she righted herself on the rope all the while growling through the horrid pain of her shoulder and slowly scaled up the rope till she was safely above deck.

#

Back on deck, Sibyl was doing her best to hold on for dear life when she recognized the Amazon from the corner of her eye. “AREYN!”

“SIBYL!” Areyn sprinted towards the blond just as the third mast pole came crashing down on her prior position crushing an unfortunate sailor instead. “We have to get off this damn ship!” She shouted guiding Sibyl towards the edge and away from another cracking mast pole. “JUMP!”

“OH!”

The pair leapt off the ship, Sibyl feet first and Areyn headfirst. Both landed into the chilled water at the same time just as the ship’s frame gave way to the predator’s onslaught. The aft finally snapped off and was pulled under the murky depths of the sea. The starboard section of the ship lifted up sending debris, cargo and sailors spilled out then abruptly crashed back down.

Popping her head out of the cold water first was an out of breath Sibyl. She began to tread water and scanned for her counterpart in the wreckage around her. She called out, “AREYN!” Among the handful of sailors that were amongst the floating debris, bodies and blood a section of a door caught her attention as it drifted by. Sibyl reached out for it just as the Amazon Queen surfaced nearby. “AREYN!” She said with relief then kicked her way towards her companion. “You’re alive!”

Areyn spun around to face her and observed the last part of the ship disappearing into the sea. Swallowing hard her heart grew heavy at the loss of her brother. “Are you okay?” She wondered while turning her attention back to the approaching oracle.

“Yeah... and you?”

Areyn reached out with her good arm, “Dislocated my shoulder.”

“There’s room for one more,” Sibyl said scooting over, “climb aboard.” Areyn flashed a grin her way for which she returned before inquiring playfully. “So, where to?”

All around the reunited pair sharks were honing in on the bloody wreckage and the easy meal that would soon follow. “SHARK!” screamed a wounded Siraj when one fish seized him. Unfortunately his blood curdling screams fell on deaf ears as the few remaining Sailors that witnessed this act desperately tried to climb onto anything just to get away from the menacing predators themselves.

Areyn noticed a dorsal fin of man-eating fish that had begun to circle them. “Anywhere,” she replied just as another fin rose to the surface, “but here.”

“Sounds good to me!”

The surviving duo started paddling their makeshift raft towards a distant isle that was conveniently located before them. And with the screams for help urging them forward they made each stroke count for each brought them closer to safety.

REVELATIONS

As Quinn sat atop a boulder that overlooked a scenic valley below her hand caressed the hilt of Areyn’s sword which rested across her lap. Her mind reflected to earlier that day when she had devised a diversion plan to avert the emperor’s attention while attempting a rescue mission.

Her fleet was now moving in position and only a waited her signal. Knowing this would lead to war hadn’t phased her resolve one bit. This was what needed to be done, considering. Besides that bastard Iakoboi had been the thorn in her side for the past five years and it was time to end it. End this damned stalemate. As numerous scenarios of defeating the emperor raced through Quinn’s mind a sly smirk formed upon her face when she envisioned his lifeless body on the ground before her.

“A gold coin for your thoughts,” Akshan spoke finally.

“This is going to end in war.”

“The war has been going on for five years now,” he stated. “It’s time to end this.”

Quinn nodded.

“And with your combined forces it will.”

“Never during this bloody war did I ever imagine anyone aligning with me.” Quinn said honestly. “I had always planed on invading Menzotaro myself.”

“Delusions of grandeur.”

She raised an inquisitive a brow, “Thus affirming Sibyl’s prediction.”

“And that was?”

“His flag upon Corinth.”

“That my friend,” Akshan sighed, “would be a dark day indeed.”

“It would.” she nodded squeezing the hilt of the sword. “So, how long do you have before you’re completely drained?”

“Normally I could last for five days with my reserve,” Akshan informed before grumbling. “Considering that MAGE drained me earlier... a day at the most.”

“What happens then?”

“I’ll loose my enchantment.”

“That’s bloody harsh.”

“It is.”

“We’d better get you two reunited then, eh?” Quinn avowed as memories of her first encounter with the spirited queen flashed before her eyes.

#

Nestled in a rich valley of vineyards Therese was known throughout the realm for it’s impressive wines considering. Being that this was the opening day of the 36^th annual wine festival was in full swing. Travelers came from miles to the thriving city just to drink, be merry as well as sell their wares. This full week of partying, eating and relaxing from the normal day to day routine was a much needed release.

Day two of the festivities was in full swing when Quinn and two of her battle buddies entered into a local pub named ‘The Rank Onion Tavern’ for a thirst quenching Ale. She glanced back at two of her closest friends Jevin and Lyle before signaling towards a corner table on the large covered patio.

A plump bar wench was wiping a table down when she noticed the dangerous trio approaching. Dark eyes scanned over her latest customers in awed delight as she drew near. “Welcome...” she greeted warmly, “what can I get for you all?”

“A pitcher of Ale,” Jevin replied placing 15 silver pieces on the table. “Three mugs... A wedge of cheddar cheese and some wheat bread.”

She took the offered silver, “Yes, Sir.”

“Keep the ale a coming.” Quinn added while leaning her chair back and propping her feet onto the table. “And you’ll get a good tip.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” The wench nodded and hastily rushed off to gather their requested drinks.

“So,” Lyle turned to his counterparts, “what’s the plan?”

Jevin was first to answered, “Eat, drink and-”

“Here... here.” Jevin affirmed while assessing the beauties around them for his next conquest. “But hey... Lyle you’re a married man,” he taunted. “So, my friend it’s only eat and drink for you.”

“See...” Lyle grinned sheepishly. “If you had a woman like Gale you’d know that NO other woman could surpass her.”

“By the gods Lyle your what all those bards fuss about!” Quinn laughed before shuddering. “A hopeless romantic.”

“Nice name my lord, but your manners are dreadful.” Areyn commented before pulling her in for a hungry kiss that she alone controlled. Once the kiss had came to an end she revealed, “I am Areyn Weismyer, Queen of the Amazons.”

Quinn breathed, “Areyn.”

“Your pick-up line is very absorbing...” the queen held out her hand just as Lucia handed back a sheathed sword, “but I must turn you down stud.” Areyn grinned, but as she was about to turn and walk away she added in a whisper, “Search me out when your heart desires something more fulfilling.”

#

Quinn never imagined she’d feel this way towards anyone. Yet she had. Her heart and soul belonged to Areyn. A relationship that she had kept hidden for so long. TOO long. And why? Perhaps it was fear, or better yet pride that made her do so. Whichever it was she knew now her error and was willing to make it up to her lady. “Am I insane?”

“If one must question themselves then they are not.” Kali enlightened from behind and had a seat on a nearby fallen log. “Did you know that this is her secret place?”

Quinn shook her head.

“Yep... Areyn found this place when she was around eight. She’d sneak away from her training to come here.”

“It’s beautiful.”

“And quiet.”

“I can see why.” Quinn acknowledged then turned to the regent and gave her a lopsided grin. “About earlier... I must apologize for taking my frustrations out on you. I had no right.”

“I’ll heal,” Kali stated accepting the apology, “Besides I deserved some of it. I did fail in my duty as regent to protect the queen.”

“Well, let’s just focus on rescuing them from the emperor’s filthy clutches then worry about making it up to them later.”

“Sounds like a plan to me.”

“I’ve been so focused on-”

“Areyn.”

“Aye,” Quinn flashed her yet another grin, “suppose I’ve been.”

“Understandable.” Kali acknowledged. “She’s an exemplary person and my closest friend.”

Quinn nodded while she sheathed Akshan.

Kali wondered next, “Do you love her?”

“Of course, with all my heart.”

“Would you die for her?”

“Without a second thought.”

“Good,” Kali nodded satisfied with her response. “She’d do the same.”

“I know.” Quinn affirmed softly and turned to her once again. “How long have you known her?”

“Since she was a year old,” Kali revealed. “I helped in her training to become queen.”

Quinn nodded.

“So, are you going to make her an honest woman and be her consort?”

“If she’ll have me.”

“You know she would.” Kali remarked with a laugh then recited. “A consort must prove their worthiness to their chosen and considering that Areyn is our queen. You’ll have to prove it towards the nation as well.”

“Well,” Quinn countered. “I’d hope saving her from the emperor is proof enough.”

Kali nodded.

Pulling out an orb Quinn waited only a moment for it to enlarge and said, “Find Areyn and Sibyl.” As the glowing orb searched the realm over for the pair in question the all too familiar fog that Quinn was expecting had been finally lifted. And a blurred image focused. Her eyes widened and heart raced in anticipation of what it was about to reveal. “Thank you, Morrigan.”

“By the gods!” Kali gasped aloud and took a step closer. “A shipwreck?”

Both were observing a battered section of a door as it was being carried to shore by the surf and gently deposited onto a white sandy beach amongst other debris. A few feet away from a cluster of huge palm trees were two sets of footprints made by a pair of exhausted survivors.

Quinn turned to the elf just as returned the orb into its pouch. “Can you?” She wondered, but before she could even finish her question they were instantly teleported away.

RESCUED

Sibyl eyes flickered open first. Battered and fatigued she groaned from the bright light that was now baking her chilled skin. Shielding her eyes from the bright rays of the afternoon sun she whispered, “Hey...”

“Um...” Areyn responded softly. “Yeah?”

“It’s hot.”

“Yes, it is.”

“Let’s get out of the sun.”

“Sounds good.”

“Well?” wondered Sibyl. Yet neither attempted to moved from their positions. “Come on.” She said reaching out to touch her companion’s shoulder. “Come on.”

“Do we have too?” Areyn whined and rolled onto her good side. “Rest is good you know.”

“I know, but we need to find some shade.”

“I’d rather have a tan.”

“Don’t we all,” Sibyl chuckled, “unfortunately I burn easily.”

“Humph!”

As Sibyl sat up she noticed movement in the corner of her eye. Two figures were approaching. She spied them a moment longer before quickly dismissing them as being delusions. “Come on... I’m starting to see things.”

“I’m moving,” Areyn mumbled. “See what?”

“People.”

“Who?”

“They look like...” Sibyl blinked twice and observed that the taller figure resembled the sovereign and the other the regent. “Quinn and Kali.”

“Well, at least it’s somebody we know.” Using her good arm to help sit up Areyn ended up jarring her wounded arm in the process. After gritting her teeth from pain she released a throaty groan. “Son of a bitch!”

Just then Quinn called out, “Areyn!”

“Quinn?” Areyn uttered through the pain. “Is it really you?”

“I’m here.” Arriving at her partner’s side Quinn wrapped a protective arm around her. “Lean on me.” Areyn was speechless as she stared into her consort’s eye. “Who else would it be lovely lady?” Quinn grinned broadly and picked her wounded mate up. “I’ve got something of yours.”

“Akshan?”

“Mistress,” Akshan greeted. “It’s so nice to see you again.”

Areyn touched the hilt of her sword and a flare of light passed recharging Akshan. “And you my friend.” She said then leaned her throbbing head against an accessible shoulder and murmured, “Thank you.”

“Welcome.”

“I missed you.”

A glowing Quinn kissed her forehead, “And I you.”

Kali meanwhile had moved over to help the stunned Sibyl when she unexpectedly pulled in for a welcoming embrace. “Sibyl.”

“KALI!” Sibyl squeezed their rescuer tighter. “You’re not an delusion.”

“Not at all.” Kali grinned and gave her a gentle squeeze back. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” Sibyl nodded not wanting to let her go just yet, “Now that you guys are here.”

THE REALM OF EDEN

The air sizzled with electricity as a bolt of lightning sped through the air. Bouncing off a marble wall, it ricocheted off a statue of a griffin, rebounded off another wall then crashed into a huge, dark green urn. The sacred vessel belonging to the Goddess Freya exploded upon impact sending shards, fragments, as well as a thick cloud of dark ashes into the air.

“OOIE!” Morrigan vocalized. “Boy is Freya going to have a conniption once she finds out that Precious’ remains are scattered about like this.”

“Oh shut up Morrigan!” Zâral snapped and threw another bolt of lightning towards the smirking War Goddess. “It’s only a damned dragon-”

Morrigan easily deflected the bolt with a simple wave of a hand and countered, “Precious was actually a very well mannered dragon considering.”

“This is ALL your fault.”

“Nope... not this time. It’s all yours.”

A feminine voice scoffed all around them, “Yeah right!” There was a bright flash of light and a Goddess of Fertility appeared between the arguing pair. “Must you two throw your fits indoors?” she sighed already knowing the answer. “Oh Precious...”

“I should’ve known,” the Storm God grumbled. “Why can’t you stay out of it?”

“Don’t even go THERE.” Freya retorted eyes narrowing. “If you’d stop this stupid feud for power maybe I wouldn’t have to call up a squid to save my CHAMPION.”

The surprised pair uttered in unison, “Your champion?”

“That’s what I said.”

Morrigan wondered next, “Who?”

“Not going to say another word about it.” Freya responded with a shake of her head. “Besides... you’ll find out soon enough anyway.”

“Keeping secrets little one,” Morrigan’s brow perked up at her young lover. “Welcome to the club.”

“You know...” Freya eyed Morrigan prior to turning her attention to the staid Storm Goddess. “You guys could SO end this-”

“Naïve twit!” Zâral spat as he passed by her on his way onto the balcony behind her. “Isn’t there someone you need to impregnate?”

A stunned Fertility Goddess just stared at him.

“Ouch,” the War Goddess mocked her lover playfully then turned to him, “You’re too cynical dear brother.”

“And YOU grow weary on my nerves dark one,” he snarled. “And one day you’ll go too far-”

“Well, you could always give into the fact that I’M better-”

“Not on my worst days,” snapped Zâral.

“And boy are you racking them up,” Morrigan taunted back. “In the end the truth will reveal itself.”

“DAMN YOU!” Zâral roared then abruptly vanished in a bolt of lightning.

Morrigan whole heartily laughed at his abrupt exit. She so loved teasing her older brother and swore that it was one of her many duties as a goddess. “Just love shoving that thorn deeper,” she purred in delight. “Yep, deeper the better.”

“Why must you two use mortals as pawns?” Freya inquired next, cringing. “How horrid.”

“Little one,” Morrigan turned her lover with a bemused grin. “That’s what they’re here for... OUR enjoyment.”

“We’re here to help guide them on their life journeys.”

“Save the speech Freya.” the War Goddess raised a hand to halt any further spouting from ‘The Gods Handbook on Divination’. “Please spare me the lecture,” Morrigan sighed. “I get enough from dear old MOTHER.”

“As you should.” Freya acknowledged. “Gaia loves her mortal children as I do.”

“Yada... yada... yada.” Gesturing for her to speed up her monologue Morrigan sighed, “Freya you’re such a pacifist.”

“Following her teachings doesn’t make my opinions wrong,” Freya countered crossly, “and why must YOU be so defiant?”

“Because it’s SO much fun,” Morrigan replied, adding. “Besides... it’s one of my more charming attributes. Attributes that I might add you fell for when you fell for me my dear.”

“Uh huh.”

“Haven’t you ever had the urge to be different?”

“Never.”

“Didn’t think so.”

“One day some mortal will cause you to rethink your beliefs Morrigan,” Freya eyed her dark lover and wondered, “and what will you do then?”

“Well,” Morrigan scoffed with a chuckle then pulled her lover in for a warm embrace. “That would be a grim day indeed.”

“You may be older and wiser,” Freya defended. “but I have knowledge of what I say.”

“I didn’t say you didn’t.”

“Good, because I have a feeling that it’s going to happen very soon--if it hasn’t already.”

“Uh huh.” Rolling her eyes Morrigan was about to pull her in for a kiss when she was interrupted by a loud crash and her daughter’s voice.

“MOMMY!”

WHAT DOESN’T KILL US

Iakoboi stared down at his seriously injured second who at the moment was sprawled out on the marble floor before him. “WHAT IN THE HELL HAPPENED?”

“My emperor...” the waterlogged paladin said coughing up dark crimson blood. “A giant squid.”

“A squid?”

“Yes.”

“For the love of Zâral.”

“Forgive my failure,” Bertók breathed before finally succumbing to his mortal wounds.

“Fine.” grumbled the emperor. He held his hands out and spoke, “Daed esiar.” A glowing ball of red light began to form before his hands. As the raise dead spell encased the passed paladin with its mystical essence, it moved through his battered body thus bringing him back as one of the undead.

Bertók’s eyes snapped open and the agonizing pain he’d felt earlier was now gone. His battered body was now numb. Strange as it was he didn’t know how, but he was back from the dark void that had swallowed him prior. One that he’d rather forget than dwell upon. “Emperor,” he spoke and knelt before his lord. “I’m in your debt.”

“Yes, you... are.” A smirking Iakoboi acknowledged then turned to leave. “Fail me again and your lifeless body shall feed my bone dragons.”

“As you wish, Emperor.”

As Iakoboi was about to return to his throne he spun around to face his second. “Find Ryszard,” he ordered just as alternate plan to end their stalemate formed, “and inform him that his armies are needed.”

“I shall seek out the undead lich.”

“Oh and Bertók,” the emperor added prior to teleporting away. “Attack as soon as possible.”

Bertók stood there alone as he was in hereafter. His mind was racing at where his loyalties should lie. Was it with the dark ruler whom had lulled him with visions of grandeur or a sister whom had risked her own life for his? Torn was he between the two and ultimately knew that it wouldn’t matter. For in the end his will was not his own being that he was now one of the undead and controlled by the emperor whom raised him from the dead. A curse he himself used willing was now caste upon himself. Ironic wasn’t it? Bertók thought and begrudgingly set off to do his master’s bidding.

#

Smelly mold mixed with urine and death bombarded Iakoboi’s nostrils just as he reappeared in the grimy lair located within the bowels his dungeon. Tortured screams of the suffering echoed all around him and a satisfying smirk played upon his face as he listened to the sweet music of their pain. It was a glorious one indeed for ALL were guilty in treason in his book. No one dare to question his rule or face his wrath. Ignoring the prisoners’ pleas he made his way towards the cell that housed the imprisoned mages. And with a simple wave of his hand the cell’s door abruptly swung open revealing the person he sought.

Myron awoke suddenly and sneered, “Come to throw me some scraps?”

“No.” Iakoboi said with a laugh and came to a halt just outside of the cell’s doorway. “I’ve got a proposition for you.”

“And that would be?” she inquired sitting up.

“To infiltrate the ranks of my enemies once again.”

“Why should I do anything for YOU?”

“You value your life do you not?” Iakoboi said with an evil smirk. “Good. Now this is what I want you to do...”

BELOVED TIME

For the past hour or so Quinn was relaxing on her side silently observed her now sleeping companion. From look of her battered lover and what Sibyl had spoke of their kidnapping and subsequent shipwreck revealed a hellish journey. She was seething with anger towards the emperor, but as she lay there next to the one person whom her heart desired it seemed to dissipate. Silly as it was her mind then wondered to what her love was dreaming about and spoke in a soft whisper, “Do you dream of me?”

Quinn’s thoughts reflected back to earlier that day when she had dismissed the Amazon Healer after helping her reset Areyn’s dislocated shoulder and placing the arm in a sling. Once done she examined her patient for any other injuries then prescribed some herbs as to relieve her lady’s pain.

Over the past few nights thoughts of losing this woman bombarded her mind. Never had she cared for someone other than her own dysfunctional family. Quinn then mentally scolded herself for not visiting them as much as she’d liked too, but that was life. Nonetheless no one possessed her mind and soul like Areyn had and this terrified as well as invigorated her beyond belief. Reaching a hesitant hand out she gently outlined her lady’s jaw while her hungry eyes engulfed this enchanting beauty that bewitched her so. “Do you know what you do to me?”

“No,” Areyn awoke and turned to her lover, “tell me.”

“Lovely lady,” Quinn expressed wholeheartedly as their eyes locked, “you’ve given me hope.”

Areyn caressed Quinn’s cheek, “And you’ve given me someone to love.”

Leaning into the caress Quinn grinned then moved in for a soulful kiss. Yet neither knew of the ethereal connection that was made in that instant.

~~~ # ~~~

Kali in the meantime was dutiful dealing with a stack of paperwork that had collected over the past day or so. Relieved that her queen was now safe and sound. Her mind wondered to a certain oracle that was resting comfortably with a mate two huts away. She was an elf princess for all Gaia and could have anyone. Yet the longing for this mere mortal tore at her. She shook this thought from her scattered mind and finished with her paperwork. Once done Kali placed her signature at the bottom of it when there was a soft knock at her door. “Enter.”

Sibyl scanned the immaculately organized room as she entered the hut. She noticed that the room contained a large cloth map on one wall, several large sturdy chests in two of the corners, a fireplace against another wall and a door leading to a chamber pot. When something covering the bed caught her eye in the far corner of the room. She looked closer and it was of the unique comforter embroidered with a runic image.

“Well,” a grin formed as Kali observed her unexpected guest admiring her comforter, “hello there.”

“Hi, Kali.”

“It’s the Elven Royal Crest,” she enlightened, “I thought you’d be resting.”

“It’s beautiful,” Sibyl said, “And I was... but my stomach protested its need for nourishment and Jevin’s been sent back to Corinth...” Moving over to the seated regent she wondered, “Would you like to have dinner with me?”

“Oh my... seems that I’ve lost track of time,” a flustered Kali remarked before nodding. “I’d like that very much.”

Moments later the silent pair were stealing quick glances at the other as they casually headed down a boulevard that would soon lead them towards the community dining area. Both were walking in silence not knowing what to say to the other and yet each enjoyed the other’s company nevertheless.

Kali wanted to break this strange awkwardness between them and spoke finally, “I wanted to apologize for my lack of protection and for your unfortunate kidnapping.”

“It’s all right.” Sibyl said placing a reassuring hand upon her shoulder. “You found us and brought us back, Kali. And that’s all that matters.”

Kali nodded, “So... Why didn’t you go back with Jevin?”

“I wanted too... But he said I was amongst friends here and thought I’d be well taken cared for.”

“Even after?”

“He was upset at first, but he knows that mistakes happen. Besides, he believes that the emperor may try to invade Corinth and doesn’t want me anywhere near it.”

“I see.”

“May I ask you a question?”

“Sure,” nodded Kali. “I’ll do my best to answer it.”

“What do you know of Bertók?”

Kali grew defensive in an instant, “He didn’t hurt you did he?”

“No,” Sibyl shook her head. “He kissed me-”

A wide-eye Kali uttered, “He did what?”

“Only a kiss and some macho, flirtatious remarks, but that’s it.”

“….”

Sibyl observed her tense demeanor and assured, “I turned him down flat. So, you don’t have to worry-”

“He’s a skillful dark paladin that believes wholeheartedly in the emperor’s cause.”

“I mean personal.”

“Well, I’ve only met him a couple times other than on the battlefield.” Kali informed thinking back. “He’s also an intense and cunning man with a bit of ruthlessness mixed within as well.”

“Interesting,” Sibyl acknowledged, “and what about his family?”

“Well...” Pausing not knowing whether to tell Sibyl the truth or not when Kali finally realized what she was getting at. “He told yïu?”

Óibyl nodded.

“Anitra favored her daughter Areyn,” Kali explained, “and was soon sent to live with the nation while her son Bertók remained with their mortal father. As the years passed the goddess’ actions unknowingly fueled his jealousy and envy, which in turn caused this rift between them.”

“Oh my.”

“Nevertheless, Areyn was in the process of restoring their relationship, when that damned emperor lured him away with his lies. Lies that destroyed any foundation she may have had with him.”

“How tragic.” Sibyl expressed thinking back to her ordeal. “He may have drowned.”

Kali turned to her in surprise, “Are you sure?”

“I didn’t see him among the survivors,” Sibyl said somberly. “I remember Areyn mumbling something about it when we were laying on the beach.”

Assessing this unexpected news Kali wondered, “Did Areyn say anything else to you?”

Sibyl shook her head.

~~~ # ~~~

Quinn propped her head up with her left hand while her right drew invisible circles on the battered abdomen belonging to her lady. Her eyes in the meantime were focused on the side profile when she felt an unquiet vibe radiating from Areyn. “Wanna talk about it?”

“Do you have any siblings?”

“One,” Quinn revealed. “A sister.”

“Younger?”

“Aye... why?”

“I was just wondering...”

“No, go on.”

Areyn finally opened her eyes as to stare up at the thatched ceiling above. “I was thinking...” she informed with sorrow, “about my brother.”

“Brother?”

“Yes,” Areyn nodded and slowly sat up. The pain she had experienced earlier was all but gone and decided to get dressed. For whatever it was she needed to keep busy for fear of losing it. And as she was climbing out of the bed do so she added, “You’ve met him.”

“I have?”

“Yeah.”

Quinn quickly thought back and wondered who it could have been before querying further. “What’s his name?”

“Bertók.”

Quinn’s eye widened in disbelief, “The emperor’s second?”

“Is my older brother,” Areyn acknowledged as she was buttoning up her pants.

“I had no idea.” Quinn vocalized while her mind assumed the worse for her beloved’s sibling. A sibling that she herself had wished a violent death upon. She shoved that thought aside and focused on her tormented lady. “Let me...” she said picking up a clean shirt for her. She held it open and waited as Areyn carefully removed the sling before putting her arm through the sleeve. “Mind telling me what happened?”

“Thanks,” Areyn said and slid her other arm in. “I was dangling from a rope...”

Quinn spun her slowly around as to help button the shirt up and assured, “Take your time.”

“I caught him.” Areyn began as the scene in question replayed in her mind. “My shoulder... we were sliding down the rope. He was hurt... dazed.”

“Go on.”

“I needed to get a better hold. So, I wrapped the rope around my leg.” Areyn enlightened. “He kept telling me to let him go... that I had too, but I wasn’t about to.” She turned to her lover, “Ya know?”

“I know.” Quinn nodded as she was guiding her towards the bed. After helping Areyn into a pair of boots. Her own mind was busy visualizing the whole scene as it was relived in her lady’s mind. Part of her was pissed at the fact that Areyn’s own brother was an accomplice in the kidnapping. Yet, she was grateful that he helped Areyn save herself in the end.

“He was so heavy,” Areyn continued. All the while trying to hold back the tears that threatened to fall at any moment. “I told him to give me his hand... caused me to let go.” Swallowing hard she finished up, “His eyes... Quinn, my brother just let go.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“I tried,” Areyn sighed then lowered her head in defeat. “Really I did.”

After Quinn finished with her boots she gently cradled her lady’s head and said softly, “It’s not your fault.”

“It is.”

“Luv, it was an unfortunate accident and no ones to blame.”

Areyn’s sorrowful eyes met with a loving gray. “I let him die,” she said blaming herself for his death. “My fault.”

“STOP IT,” Quinn scolded. “You were wounded and he knew this. In the end your brother wanted YOU safe and that’s why he let go.”

“No... no.”

“He sacrificed HIMSELF to let you live.”

Areyn wanted to believe this, to believe in the fact that her brother actually cared for her. “Why?” she uttered in confusion, “Why would he do this?”

Embracing her grieving lover Quinn whispered, “Because he loved you.”

Unbeknownst to Areyn an emotional damn that she had effectively held in for far too long was released. A flood of pent up emotions overwhelmed her now. Pain, agony and loss painted her soul just to name a few. “I failed you, brother.” She cried as sobs raked her tired body and warm tears streamed down her heated cheeks. Yet, through all the pain part of her was angered at his role in this whole mess. When everyone she had yet to grieve over during this damned war beset her now. Good friends... childhood buddies, she whispered to them all, “I’m so sorry.”

“Let it all out.” Quinn comforted as her own heart broke at the sight of her mate grieving so. She too had been down this road before with the tragic deaths of her own parents. It was their loss that had driven her to vengeance, which in turn led her onto the path of a sovereign. Shoving those memorizes aside Quinn then focused on the present. “It’s going to be okay,” Quinn said when without warning the ground beneath them began to quake and rumble. “Bloody hell!”

Structures shook violently and a few even collapsed upon their startled inhabitants trapping them beneath the rubble. A brutal earthquake had seized the Amazon City of Ephesus. Numerous alarm horns mixed with the screams from the wounded were echoing throughout the ravaged city as people rushed out of their dwellings in search of the cause.

Areyn stumbled out of her hut first with her sword in hand and was awestruck by the damage that the quake had done. “No... no!” She muttered before rushing over to help a fallen sister up. “Can you walk?”

“Yeah,” the dazed woman nodded. “Oh! Thank you, my queen.”

Quinn in the meantime had swiftly thrown on some clothes, donned her boots, grabbed her weapon and was out the door a few moments later. As she rushed to her lady’s side she uttered, “What the hell’s going on?”

Huge cracks began to spider-web across the ground causing an eerie red light to flood out. When a huge crevice ripped open unleashing the imprisoned dead within. A horrid stench of death rose from its depths as the gates of the underworld opened all around them.

Areyn realized too late what was going on, “We’re being attacked...”

Squeezing the hilt of her sword just as a frightful growl echoed all around Quinn spat, “The emperor!”

A huge bone dragon flew out from darkness below and hovered in mid air. This undead beast was as powerful as his living counterparts. Ranging from 50’ in length all the way up to 150’ with a wingspan that varied their individual sizes. Its long neck craned around to reveal a pair of glowing red eyes that focused in its new surroundings. At last it locked onto the monarchs and roared out once more. Thus signaling a dozen more of his brethren to fly out from numerous other cracks that had formed around the city.

Quinn was awed at the sight of the undead creature before her. Never in her travels had she come across a beast such as this before. “Gods be damned!” she gasped aloud and brought her sword up.

~~~ # ~~~

Kali and Sibyl meanwhile were helping guide the last of their fellow diners out of the damaged community hut just as a dragon flew overhead. The beast’s shadow caught the regent’s eye in an instant and she warned, “Bone dragon!”

“Huh?” Sibyl voiced following her friend’s gaze. “In the name of Gaia!”

“The Underworld God’s pets,” grumbled Kali. She reached her hand up and pulled out a phantom bow of Anitra from a space pocket. Flaming. As she pulled back on its glowing string a flaming arrow appeared notched and ready. After carefully aiming it she then released it towards the passing dragon.

The flaming missile sped through the air and struck the beast in its side. It roared out a deafening cry while hungry flames began to spread over its torso. The dragon turned toward its attacker just as Kali shot off two more arrows. This time the pair struck the undead thing in the chest causing it to burst into flames before crashing face first into the ground.

“KALI!” Sibyl called out when she noticed another beast approaching from the east. “There’s another one!”

Kali noted it, grabbed her by the arm and bolted in the direction of her queen’s hut. “Run to Areyn’s hut!” she advised releasing her as to attack it. She brought up her bow again, pulled back the string and fired off a series of flaming arrows one after the other towards their pursing dragon.

Sibyl was zigzagging through the maze of debris on her journey, passed by a hut just as it burst into flames from the hellish breath of a passing dragon. She released a startled yelp. Too close. She gathered herself upon hearing the regent’s encouraging voice and continue forward through the surrounding chaos towards the queen.

“Keep going!” Kali said skidding to a halt. Exploding. She then spun around, aimed a glowing yellow arrow that appeared and fired off the magical projectile. And a moment later, the regent observed with a smirk as the flaming beast exploded in the air. Satisfied with its defeat she sprinted after her companion.

~~~ # ~~~

Amazons and Paladins alike were hurrying to defend their city from these undead creatures. Leading a group in the center of the city was Lucia who at the moment was roaring out instructions to her lieutenants. “Archers front and center!” she yelled out while keeping her eyes trained on a pair of approaching dragons.

Lucia observed as one dragon swooped down and snatched up a running paladin with its massive jaws before flying back into the air. His pleas for help were abruptly silenced once he was chewed in half by beast’s powerful jaws. She said a silent prayer for her fallen brother and roared, “Flaming arrows only!” And watched with pride as her lieutenants were repeating their orders to a group of assembling archers when the mangled body of the paladin landed before them.

An archer’s aide ignored the body and was uncorking a pouch as to pour a line of oil before the squad. “CLEAR!” the youth warned. She lowered her lit torch thus igniting the flammable liquid as well as a line of arrows that had been lowered into it. Once the aide finished her duties she then moved onto the next squad and repeated her actions there.

Lucia raised her sword high, “FIRE AT WILL!”

Flaming arrows began to pelt the approaching undead beasts whom countered their attack with an infernal emission that sprayed from their gaping jaws. Their burning breath seared a whole squad and leaving nothing, but their charred remains behind. Surrounding squads of archers were scattering for cover while another readied group retaliated with yet more flaming projectiles.

As the second dragon flew by, it seized two archers with its talons hands, brought one up and munched off half of the human’s body. After discarding the carcass with a simple toss, it then proceeded to do the same with the remaining mortal.

BRING IN THE FOES

A bright flash of light from a magical portal formed just outside of Ephesus. Striding out first was Bertók atop his dark steed followed by a heavy Siraj and skeletal cavalry. He quickly pulled his mount to a stop then waited as his troops lined up behind him.

“Looks like Ryszard’s pets are having a hellishly good time,” he chuckled knowing full well that it was just a diversion. For a handful more of other portals were appearing around the perimeter of the unsuspecting city and not to mention in Corinth as well. As he waited Bertók knew that his chieftains were leading hundreds of Ogre foot soldiers and skeletal warriors into position.

A Siraj chieftain clad in black plate mail armor halted just to the right of him and acknowledged, “That they be, Sir.”

“Elek,” Bertók addressed to his third before lowering his visor, “I expect nothing less than victory.”

“Of course.”

“DEATH TO ALL!” Raising his sword up Bertók spurred his steed forward, “FOR THE EMPEROR!”

As flaming arrows were arching high into the air above him thus signaling the rest of the armies to invade. The ground began to rumble from hundreds of charging cavaliers as they trampled anything that was unlucky enough to be in their path. And following five paces behind them were roaring foot soldiers, which were hacking and slashing anything that had survived their predecessor’s onslaught.

COMBINED SKILLS

“Sha... la... la... la. Are you ready to go?” Akshan sang out. “Through the gates of hell we shall go! Sha... la... la... la.”

“Nice lyrics,” Quinn commented then charged at the dragon as it swooped towards her, side flipped over the beast and adeptly landed upon its back.

“Sha... la... la... la. Are you ready to drown?” Akshan continued as he was used to lop off a part of the creature’s thigh. “If one loses their way, I shall guide you with my song. Sha... la... la... la.”

Areyn in the meantime had just sliced off a section of its tail in passing when she observed the roaring dragon circling around for another attack. She watched with baited breath as it tried to shake off its unwelcome passenger. “Quinn...”

“Sha... la... la... la. Are you reckless too? Don’t hide. Destiny is around the corner,” Akshan finished up. “Let’s GO! Sha... la... la... la.”

Quinn twirled her sword in her hand before impaling it deep into the dragon’s back. It reared up attempting to remove the offending weapon, but the blade was yanked free. She then used it to slice off the beast’s wing-joints prior to flipping off its back.

Areyn was rushing towards the dragon just as it crash-landed and skidded to a halt before her lover. And while the dazed creature lifted its head she nonchalantly lopped it off with one clean swipe from her blade.

“Nice undercut,” commented Quinn.

“Thanks.” Areyn sheathed Akshan while turning towards her battling partner. Ignoring the pained aches that radiated from her sore body she playfully added, “You’re not so bad yourself.”

Quinn quirked her brow and approached.

“Fine,” Areyn said and gave in to the familiar look. “You’re a stud.”

“I am eh?”

“You are.”

“Excuse me...” Akshan interrupted their flirting exchanges, “but I don’t think this is the time...”

Quinn pulled her in for a passionate kiss that soon grew heated with desire. A desire that she longed to harness with her. And as she embraced her lovely lady a hunger for this woman overwhelmed her entire being. One that she gave in wholeheartedly.

“Oh,” sighed Akshan in defeat, “never mind.”

Quinn didn’t care about the battle that was ensuing all around them. For her world revolved around this lady before her. But she unconsciously used her own body to shield her lady from the debris that scattered all round them when a nearby hut burst into flames. “Whoa!”

“Quinn...” breathed Areyn. “We should...”

“Aye?”

“You’re SO bad for me.”

A grinning Quinn agreed, “I know.”

“Hello,” Akshan spoke next, “Dragon approaching.”

Areyn returned it and gave her a quick peck on the lips before pulling away. She turned her attention towards a low flying dragon that had just flown over them. “Let’s go stud.” She gestured then scaled a nearby hut as to began her pursue from the rooftops. “We’ve got some killing to do!”

“WOO HOO!” Akshan cheered. “Let’s go!”

Quinn copied her actions parallel from her, “Right behind you luv!”

Continuing on its course of spraying hellish destruction upon anything that moved the preoccupied dragon hadn’t noticed the hunters that were expertly moving from roof to roof behind it. Once the duo had caught up with it they leapt in unison onto its back and began to slice at critical joints before hopping off. Landing safely on the ground a moment later the victorious Monarchs approached one another with broad grins plastered upon their glowing faces. When Quinn spoke first, “Fun eh?”

“Lots.”

The dragon roared out whilst important parts of it such as the wings, sections of the torso and the head gradually fell off. Leaving beast’s large frame in mid air before it too plummeted to the ground and embedded itself into the earth.

“We make a great team.” Quinn said and hiked a thumb towards a trail of scattered remains that littered behind them.

“Deadly,” purred Areyn. “At that.”

~~~ # ~~~

Amongst the city’s rubble, three smoldering, dragon skeletons lay discarded on the ground. Finally released from the dark spell that had conjured them. As the fourth was on its final decent a group of archers readied themselves for another pair of dragons that were now closing in on them.

“COME ON!” Lucia supported and notched another arrow. “TWO MORE FOR THE BONEYARD!” Drawing back the bowstring she sent a flaming arrow towards the left one. As her arrow soared, a dozen more followed behind it. Once the burning missiles began to pelt the beast a lone vivid yellow arrow struck the beast and sent flaming chunks of bone everywhere.

“HURRAH!” Victorious cheers from exhilarated warriors echoed all around even as they prepared to attack the creature’s remaining companion. Dozens of bows were raised simultaneously towards the approaching dragon. Bowstrings were drawn back and the arrows sent airborne.

“LUCIA!” Kali yelled out, approaching. “Have you seen Areyn?”

“Nope,” Lucia shook her head and noticed a silent Sibyl in tow, “Been busy with these bastards. Why?”

“We went by her hut and it was destroyed.”

The captain’s eyes suddenly grew wide, “WHAT?”

“It was empty,” assured Sibyl.

“That’s a relief.” A relieved Lucia said and released a reassuring sigh. “Wait... Quinn was with her.”

Just then the Amazon Queen in question had taken this opportunity to round a nearby corner followed by a bone dragon in hot pursuit. Areyn passed by a battered hut just as it burst into flames from the beast’s breath and warned everyone within earshot. “OUTTA OF THE WAY!”

Riding atop the bone dragon’s back was the rotting corpse of a mage or otherwise known as a lich. This lich just happened to be Ryszard, the emperor’s former second in command. Still dressed in the tattered red robes that he had died in so long ago and clutched within his skeletal hand was his battered mages’ staff. Ryszard’s gray, leathery flesh was pitted with worms and pulled tight over his bony frame. A nasty, gray film covered his sunken eyes and upon his deathly face was an evil smirk.

“Etargetnisid!” Ryszard shouted and held out his withered hand. Forming within it was a glowing green ball of energy. Once formed he threw the disintegrate spell at the fleeing Amazon Queen in hopes of killing the bothersome bastard spawn of a goddess.

Something within Areyn told her to suddenly averted her course for which she did without hesitation. And to her surprise the lich’s disintegrate spell had struck a passing archer instead leaving only a layer of dust in its wake. “DAMN IT!” growled Areyn upon noticing this and hastened her pace.

With a flying kick Quinn slammed her boot into the side of the preoccupied lich and sent him tumbling off his mount. Upon her safe landing she noticed that her counterpart was sprawled out on the ground, dejected. After impaling her sword into his back she then crushed the lich’s head with the heel of her boot for good measure. “Don’t ever mess with MY lady!”

Kali in the meantime had brought up her bow. Exploding… Pulling back on the bowstring she released an exploding arrow at the lich’s circling mount. She repeated her actions in blur until chucks of bone were sent in every direction imaginable.

Dropping down to one knee was an out-of-breath Areyn. She was leaning against Akshan’s hilt as to gather herself. “That was...” she breathed heavily, “...real close stud.”

“Not even,” Quinn smirked, “lovely lady.”

“Ha... ha.” Areyn laughed mockingly prior to noticing movement behind her now approaching lover. “What the?”

Ryszard’s crushed head was reforming as he levitated back to his feet. As he spun around he growled, “Tlob Cigam!” A glowing magic bolt shot out from his hand towards an unsuspecting sovereign.

“MOVE!” Areyn roared and threw her sword towards Ryszard. But little did she know that as she observed Quinn diving to the side that the magical bolt was now speeding toward her instead. Alas, it was too late. For Areyn and Ryszard were struck simultaneously in the chest and sent flying.

“NAY!” Quinn yelled out and rushed to her aid, “AREYN!”

#

“STAY BACK!” Kali warned everyone that had gathered around them while ducking behind a water barrel herself. “The lich may have a auxiliary spell added upon his death!” And a second after her warning Ryszard’s body exploded taking out three unfortunate victims in the process and leaving a huge crater in its wake.

“H-how did you know?” Sibyl asked peeking out from her hiding place.

“Mages tend to go out with a bang.” Kali enlightened when she heard the sound of horns trumpeted throughout the city. This time with a different tune, one she recognized as being a signal of an impending ground invasion. “Blessed be...” she sighed then turned her attention towards Areyn. “Come on.”

“PROTECT THE QUEEN!” Lucia ordered to her remaining squads and unsheathed her sword. “READY YOURSELVES!”

#

“You okay?” Quinn inquired helping her dazed lady sit up.

As Areyn’s eyes flickered open she took in her blurred surroundings and recognized one hovering blur as her lover. “Quinn,” she nodded. “I’m fine... a bit singed though.”

“Cheers then,” Quinn whispered back and kissed her forehead. “That’s for looking after me.”

“Anytime,” Areyn grinned back when she heard the signal of an impending attack in the background. “Under attack again?” she said dazedly and felt the ground trembling beneath her.

“Afraid so,” Quinn nodded helping her up, “heavy cavalry.”

“Great...” sighed Areyn upon glancing down at her battered self then at the handful of tattered warriors around her. She held out a hand for Akshan to return back to it for which he did and perceived her somber regent approaching with Sibyl in tow. “Kali, long time no see.”

As Kali came to a halt before her she advised, “We need to get you to safety.”

“My place is on the battlefield with my sisters. You know this,” Areyn reminded then turned to her companion, “Sibyl.”

“Hello Areyn,” Sibyl replied. “Quinn.”

“Think you’re ready to help in the fight?” Areyn wondered.

Sibyl gave her a nod.

“Good,” Areyn gestured to her sisters, “Give our friend here a weapon.”

“Yes, my queen.” One warrior acknowledged then picked up a discarded staff that lay in a pile of rubbish and held it out to her. “Here you go.”

“Thank you,” Sibyl said taking the offered staff, “I’ll do my best.”

“That’s all we ask.” Areyn commented before flashing Quinn a gentle grin. “Till the end?”

Quinn repeated, “Till the end.”

“It’s a good day to die!” Areyn then shouted to her cheering comrades in arms and held up her sword. “And a better one to live!”

“Are you ready to go?” Akshan sang out. “Through the gates of hell we shall go!”

As Kali approached Quinn she spoke in low whisper, “Hold out your hand.” Waiting until the sovereign had done so before saying, “Take this.” She then placed a jeweled ring into it and added, “Stay with her.”

After giving her an acknowledging nod Quinn slid it onto her middle finger.

“Protect her.”

“Aye.”

“Don’t think twice about using it,” Kali advised, “Say the word tropelet and it’ll take you to a safe place.” After placing a gentle hand upon the sovereign’s shoulder she finished by saying, “Don’t worry about us... as long as she’s safe that’s all that matters.”

“Cheers,” Quinn acknowledged, “for everything.”

“You’re welcome.” Kali said then moved over to stand next to Sibyl. “Ready?”

A fearful oracle replied, “As good as I’m going to be.”

“Stick close to me and you’ll do fine,” Kali advised then pulled back the bowstring. Exploding, she thought as a yellow arrow appeared notched and ready.

“Will do,” nodded Sibyl.

Quinn meanwhile was approaching to her silent mate, “Hey.”

“Hey, stud.” Areyn acknowledged her lover before looking over at Kali. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

“I wouldn’t hear of it,” Quinn assured and just grinned at her determined partner.

“Good... as long as you know.”

33

BATTLE ENSUES

“CHARGE!” a Siraj chieftain roared to his cavaliers. As they were rounding a corner he recognized the wounded Amazon Queen in an instant from amongst the group before them. Greedily he assumed that the emperor would gladly promote him for bringing in her severed head and charged ahead. Plastered across his face was an overconfident smirk as he spoke, “FOR THE EMPEROR!”

Had the Siraj paid any attention to his surroundings, he would’ve noticed a glowing arrow that sped towards him. He exploded a second later. And as the unfazed cavalry behind him continued through the mist of his bloody parts a barrage of arrows pelted them dropping a few only to have more continue onward.

One bold cavalier was rushing towards Areyn with his sword drawn. Ducking his swipe she countered it with a reverse oblique upward strike that severed his sword arm, but the killing blow came from an arrow that was now embedded in his neck.

Quinn was in the process of blocking a battle-ax meant to decapitate her. She shoved him back and sliced his gut open with a horizontal strike before picking up the discarded weapon then throwing it at an oncoming attacker that tried to come up from behind her. “Not even,” she drawled noticing a battling oracle who was a few paces away. She watched as Sibyl struck a passing rider upside the head knocking him from his mount. She smirked when the oracle then struck the downed man once more for good measure before moving onto another foe and bypassing Lucia.

Lucia completed a spinning double slice to a pair of cavaliers who tumbled off their horses, dead. Her eyes caught sight of the numerous foot troops that had followed the now dwindling cavalry. “Damn...” Even though the archers around her continued to shower them with arrows, more seemed to advance. Too many really. Realizing that they were outnumbered by fifteen to one the captain commented, “WE’RE SERIOUSLY IN TROUBLE HERE!”

“DON’T LET THEM SURROUND US!” Quinn growled. As she was mentally assessing their enemies’ motives she in an instant decapitated a skeletal soldier prior to blocking another.

Kali in the meantime was releasing a series of exploding arrows towards an onslaught of Sirajs when she heard her captain’s plea. “LUCIA REGROUP!” she ordered while taking in her own sister’s dwindling numbers with each passing second. “RETREAT!” she announced finally.

Lucia heard her regent whilst kicking a soldier back then used his doubled over form as a stepping stool to leap onto an awaiting mare. “RETREAT!” She repeated the prior order and rode off to the east. “RETREAT!”

“SIBYL!” Kali quickly mounted a nearby steed then charged towards her battling companion who was holding off two soldiers. “COME ON!”

After Sibyl defeated her adversaries she spun towards Kali’s voice, noticed the elf’s outstretched hand and held out hers. And to her amazement she was swiftly pulled up behind the regent while they rode past a battling Amazon Queen.

As Kali nudged her horse forward she said, “Hold on.”

“What about Quinn and Areyn!” Sibyl uttered in horror. “We’ve gotta to go back-”

“It’s okay,” Kali assured. “I gave Quinn a teleportation ring.”

“But...”

“She knows what to do with it.”

“If you say so.”

Kali cocked a brow, “Do you not have faith in the sovereign’s abilities?”

“Yes,” Sibyl said meekly, “of course.”

“Well then... faith is what one needs at times like these,” Kali reminded prior to adding, “Besides, I need to get you to safety.”

“Where?”

“Wilhelm,” she said, “Home of my elven brethren.”

Areyn leapt back just as a blade barely missed slicing her gut and slashed her slung arm instead. She countered it with a brutal kick to the Siraj’s chest and growled, “Damn.” Too close for comfort in her opinion. After ripping the torn sling off she sent two of her attackers flying with a powerful roundhouse kick before hastily blocking the third’s decapitating blow.

A leather boot belonging to the sovereign kicked a Siraj from her blade. Upon hearing the protesting neighs of a warhorse on her right Quinn sprinted towards the rearing mare as it stomped a Siraj soldier to death. She flipped into the air and made a perfect landing on the saddle when another soldier approached her, but was knocked back with a swift kick. Once done with the offending fool she spurred the mount in the direction of a certain Amazon Queen who was slowly being surrounded by foes.

“Areyn,” Akshan warned of their dire situation. “It would be wise-”

“I know.” Areyn sliced the ogre up the middle, spun around and immediately gutted the pair behind her. “I know.” The gore-encrusted queen had observed from the corner of her eye that more soldiers were advancing more so. She decided to heed her sword’s advice and get the hell out of there. “Time to go,” she said just as her eyes fell upon her approaching consort, “Quinn.”

“YAH!” Quinn dug her boots further into the mare’s side. She trampled over a Skeletal soldier on her way towards Areyn and shouted, “Give me your hand!”

Once Areyn had sheathed her blade she held out a hand just as Quinn captured hers then lifted her onto the moving horse. After wrapping an arm around her lover’s waist she leaned in close, “Great timing stud.”

“My pleasure,” Quinn said with a chuckle, “hang on luv.”

“Always.” Areyn breathed when she instantly snatched an arrow in midair. Grimacing at the arrow that had been directed towards the sovereign’s chest she then tossed it aside in disgust. “Bastards.”

As Quinn was following Kali’s lead northbound through a series of small conflicts in an attempt to escape their pursuing enemies, she acknowledged her guardian angel by placing a gentle hand upon her thigh. She was glad to have someone like Areyn on her side. And nudged her mount forward, “YAH!”

An amused Myron meanwhile had witnessed their attempt to leave this glorious battle from atop a nearby roof. It was an interesting sight, a pair of retreating monarchs. “Tlob Gnimalf,” she spoke then pointed to where she wanted the bolt to strike.

A flaming bolt struck a foot before Quinn’s mare causing her to rear up. “Hold on!” She said while trying to gain control of the startled animal. “Easy girl... Whoa!”

“Magic,” Akshan grumbled. “A hidden mage.”

When another bolt of lightning struck even closer yet Areyn was sent soaring when the mare bucked and reared. “AREYN!” Again Quinn tried to gain control of the scared mount just as it bolted in fear. “NO!” she pulled on the reigns and finally brought the mare to a stop. “WHOOA!”

“Damned horse.” Quinn fumed then turned back in the direction of her beloved and unsheathed her blade. “So help me...” and from the corner of her eye two armed skeletal warriors had taken this opportunity to rush her. “YAH!” Quinn roared as she galloped towards them. With two quick swipes from her sword their headless bodies tumbled over. Turning her attention back to her missing companion she called out, “AREYN!”

“SON OF A BITCH!” yelled Areyn while crashing through a hut’s thatched roof. Landing hard on her back winded and dazed, she stared up at the large gaping hole in the ceiling and murmured, “OI.”

Climbing to unsteady feet she stumbled towards the door, opened it only to reveal a Siraj soldier standing there. Realizing that the place was surrounded she slammed the door shut on him and concluded that her only way out would be up. So, she leapt through the hole in the ceiling, grabbed the edge then pulled herself up with her good arm just as the soldier reentered and swiped his sword at her dangling legs.

“Over here!” the Siraj called out to his counterparts. “She’s on the roof!”

As Areyn flipped through the air she landed safely upon another roof. “Too close,” she breathed whilst expertly leaping from roof to roof. When from the corner of her eye she noted that her enemies were following on the ground. “Persistent aren’t they?”

“Ummm,” Akshan vocalized. “We’re running out of roofs.”

“Well, there are a few trees-”

“And open spaces.”

“You can be so uplifting at times Akshan,” Areyn remarked dryly. She was soon veering left towards the cluster of trees that happened to be one of the many sacred parks throughout the city. And as she double flipped towards the nearest tree a pair of arrows sailed past her. “Woo hoo!” she cheered once she was at her destination then proceeded to glide over the branches on her journey through the park.

Quinn rode the warhorse hard trying to cover the ground that she had lost prior. “YAH!” She yelled as a child’s plea for help caught her attention amongst all the battle noises that surrounded her. “Be gods...” grumbled Quinn knowing full well that she had to check this out. Pulling her mount to a stop she then changed directions, but not before hacking at a few unfortunate soldiers who had stumbled upon her path towards the screaming child.

A child’s scream also caused Areyn to halt in mid step. She let out an oath, “Damn.” Quickly she changed direction in search of this innocent. As she approached a clearing she observed five Siraj’s circling a youngster no more than six years old. The bastards began prodding her with their weapons when she leapt down behind them and spoke finally, “You guys should really pick on someone your own size.”

The startled soldiers spun towards their uninvited guest and rushed her. After completing a flying roundhouse kick to the first pair a smirking Areyn kicked another in the groin. She used him as a springboard to flip over then kicked the oncoming pair behind him prior to shattering the still groaning soldiers’ knee with a side kick. And as Areyn pulled the Siraj up two arrows impaled his chest. Annoyed by this she then grabbed his dagger and threw it in the direction of the archer. Who in turn fell over dead with the weapon protruding from his throat.

Side kicking another in the throat, she discarded the body and ran up another soldier’s chest. Areyn flipped back, landed behind another and snapped his neck with a brutal twist of his head. After relieving the lifeless body of his sheathed blade she was surprisingly stabbed in the side for troubles. Growling out in pain Areyn backhanded her attacker and impaled him with her recently acquired sword.

An out of breath queen felt eyes upon her and glanced over towards a young girl who was at the moment frozen with fear. “Go,” she grimaced, “find help.” After pulling the dagger from her side she soon realized that the girl hadn’t moved an inch and ordered gruffly. “LEAVE NOW!”

She watched as the startled girl jumped at her tone prior to bolting off. When something caught the corner of her eye. A pair of soldiers was now rushing towards her. Not missing a beat she threw the dagger at one hitting him dead center in the chest. The other continued forward with his club raised to strike the fatal blow at what time a cross bolt found its mark in the forehead of the Siraj.

“What the?” Areyn uttered in disbelief. Unsheathing her blade she spun around to the unseen attacker and her eyes grew wide in recognition of her savior.

A MAGE AT PLAY

Myron was patiently waiting along the dirt path that led further into Shadowdar forest. And as her prey came into view she observed Kali nudging the mount forward while the oracle held on from behind. Holding out her hand she spoke, “Llaberif.” A ball of flame flew from her hand and struck the ground in front of the pair.

“Calm down... boy.” Kali shouted trying to control the rearing horse when Sibyl was abruptly thrown, “SIBYL NO!”

Sibyl was sprawled out in some nearby bushes a moment later winded, but okay. She lay there for a second longer as to catch her breath then sighed, “Gods.”

Myron repeated, “Llaberif.” And another ball shot out, but this time it singed the horse’s rear. And watched with a placid interest as the scared mount bolted off with its rider still upon it. “Tfihsepahs,” she whispered just as her form began to shift then changed into an exact double of Sibyl. “Now,” she purred in the oracle’s voice. “THIS is going to be fun.”

The grumbling regent tried to control the scared mount, but it was to no avail. “Blast it Myron...” Kali fumed and noticed a low hanging branch before her. She reached out for it. Once off the horse, she dropped safely to the ground then backtracked it to where her downed partner was last at. “Sibyl!”

SIBLING RIVALRY

“Little sister,” Bertók greeted and causally leapt off his steed, “seems that you’ve fallen on hard times.” He then gestured towards his armed men that were now surrounding them. “The mighty Amazon Queen has been defeated.”

“Well... brother,” growled Areyn squeezing the hilt of her sword. “I’m not dead yet.”

“Soon though.”

“But I can’t say the same for you.”

“True.” Bertók laughed then pulled off his helmet to reveal his pale, deathly face. “You did let me fall... now didn’t you?”

Her eyes widened at the sight of his sunken features and the cold, lifeless eyes he now possessed. The thought of him standing before her as one of the undead just sickened her. It was just another form of control she thought, the handiwork of the emperor no doubt. Areyn’s heart sank as she spoke, “I tried to save you.”

“Tried.” He repeated and shook his head in disappointment. “Nevertheless it makes no difference... now does it?”

“Don’t listen to him,” whispered Akshan.

Areyn all of a sudden grew lightheaded, but quickly shook it off. Strange as it was and tried to keep her mind on subduing the pain that seemed to overwhelm her so. Part of her wanted to believe that it was only a flesh wound. Alas, it wasn’t. “No, it doesn’t.”

“Seems my men wounded you pretty good,” Bertók commented while observing her obvious injuries. “Too bad they hadn’t lived long enough to be rewarded for it. No matter.”

“Talk... talk... talk.” Areyn sighed and focused her attention on her gloating sibling. “Vengeful brother, let’s get this over with... and finally find out who’s the better warrior.”

“Very well then.” Bertók acknowledged tossing his helmet to a companion and withdrawing his sword. “Let death be our friend.”

Swords clanged together signaling that the duel was on between the feuding siblings. They parried and slashed. Both were feeling the other out, trying to get an advantage over the other’s defenses. When Bertók saw his chance and seized his sister’s blade-welding hand then pulled her into his knee, dropping her. For which she countered with a swift punch to his groin, and grimaced as her injured shoulder made itself known.

“Does your poor shoulder hurt?” Bertók mocked squeezing it hard prior to kicking her back. “Are ya going to cry?”

“FUCK YOU!” Areyn leapt to her feet in frustration and slashed at his gut. “My brother is DEAD. You’re just a shell of a body.”

He jumped back, sliced at her legs while she flipped back. Bertók followed her with a horizontal and reverse horizontal strikes at her every flip. Each just barely missed slicing her. Areyn now exhausted landed hard on her stomach on the final flip just as the sword passed above. Rolling towards his feet she then impaled him in the gut with her blade.

“What?” A wide-eyed Bertók stared down at her in disbelief. Defeated by his own sister. If you consider the fatal blow she had inflicted defeat, being undead and all. It was ironic to say the least. As he extracted himself from the weapon he uttered, “This cannot be.”

Just as Areyn leapt back to her feet two cross bolts struck her. One to the shoulder and the other in the upper right thigh. “Hell’s fire!” she spat then dropped to her knees from exhaustion and pain.

“NO!” Bertók uttered and flung his dagger at the idiot who’d fired the bolt at his sister. “IT WAS BETWEEN US!” he roared out whilst the grinning soldier fell over dead with the weapon impaled in his chest. After turning back to his little sister his eyes locked onto a pair of disbelieving ones. He actually wanted to say sorry for everything, but his damned pride kept him silent.

“AREYN!” shouted Quinn prior to flipping over the surrounding soldiers. She landed next to the kneeling queen with her sword pointed towards the paladin’s throat. “DAMN YOU BERTÓK!” she snarled. Her other hand meanwhile was reaching down to help her lady up. “Come on luv.”

“I’m sorry,” Areyn said in a daze of confusion and was pulled into the body of the sovereign, “Tired... so tired.”

Quinn’s heart broke as she heard and saw Areyn suffering so. Shoving those emotions to the side she drew upon her darkness and taunted, “Would you like a matching scar?”

Bertók narrowed his eyes in response and snapped his hand up as to halt his men from attacking them further. Part of him wanted to help her, but it was too late. For many eyes were focused on his every move and he quickly came to a conclusion. “Take her,” he said then lowered his gaze to his mortally wounded sister, “and leave.”

Quinn’s eye registered surprise at what he had just done and whispered into her wounded partner’s ear, “You ready?” Once she had observed the slight nod from Areyn she then whispered, “Tropelet.”

Bertók watched with a heavy heart as the monarchs’ teleported away. Realizing that his audience was growing impatient he promptly roared out to his awaiting men, “Anyone speaks of this shall die by my blade!” He then spun around towards his mount and gestured, “Burn this city and leave no one behind!”

FACE TO FACE

“Who are you?” Sibyl inquired while staring at her exact double.

“Humm... here’s a saying that’s perfect for a moment like this,” Myron smirked and casually walked around the bewildered blond. “All good things to those who wait.”

Sibyl was awed at the sound of her own voice that was being spoken by this impostor. “Reveal yourself.”

“Well, that wouldn’t be any fun now would it?”

Annoyed by her lack of an answer Sibyl rushed her double and tackled her to the ground. After exchanging punches she rolled atop her and spat again, “Tell me who you are!”

“Nada,” chuckled Myron before yanking the oracle by the hair and flipping her over. “Can’t do that.”

Kali meanwhile was charging into the clearing at that precise moment and skidded to halt before the identical pair as they were scrambling to their feet. Her hand instinctively pulled out her bow from a space pocket that surrounded her. Disintegrate. She brought the weapon up, pulled the bowstring back just as a green glowing arrow appeared notched and readied. “BOTH OF YOU HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!”

As the pair slowly turned to Kali with their hands held high each said in unison, “DON’T SHOOT!”

“Kali!” shouted Sibyl. “I’m the real Sibyl.”

“No, I am!” Myron protested before adding, “I was climbing to my feet when THIS person attacked me.”

A weary Kali kept her distance as she moved to each one. She was mentally assessing the true oracle from the false. Which one are you? Both looked and spoke exactly alike she thought. She even observed an aura of magica around them both. Yet, she knew that one was an impostor. This was a dilemma indeed.

Once Myron noticed that the elf’s attention was on the real oracle she mouthed, “Noitseggus.” Focusing the spell on Sibyl she proceeded to cast a triple spell upon her. ‘Speak llaberif and hold your hand out to the elf.’ She said in her mind then mouthed again, “Noisulli.” After turning her attention back to the regent Myron envisioned a fireball forming before Sibyl.

Sibyl struggled not comply with a persistent voice that suggested to her to hold out her hand, but it was to no avail. Gotta stop myself--so hard. She then tried to desperately rid her mind of the familiar voice. NO! GET OUT OF MY HEAD! Alas, it was no use for her body did as it was told and she spoke, “Llaberif.”

Kali released her arrow when a ball of fire began to form in the imposter’s hand.

“KALI NO!” protested Sibyl. Her bewildered eyes registered her fate as the arrow struck her in the chest. And as she was literally thrown back her body began to disintegrate in mid air.

“WRONG!” Myron laughed before changing back to her own form, “Gotcha!”

A wide-eyed Kali realized her deadly mistake just as the illusionary fireball faded. “SIBYL!” she yelled in horror. Exploding. She then turned the readied bow towards the true mage and released it, but it was too late. For Myron had teleported away a moment prior. Kali growled in disgust as the arrow struck a tree and exploded instead. “NO!” She roared out before rushing to where her companion had fallen. Filled with distraught at what just transpired she dropped to her knees in defeat. “What have I done?”

ALLIES WITHIN

Centered in the treetops of Shadowdar forest was the hidden Elven City of Wilhelm, home of the L´Emeraude Elves. A magical place where few mortals had ever laid eyes on let alone visited. For it was only the most privileged who’d be allowed to enter this wondrous metropolis such as this.

Gigantic oak trees held buildings upon their thick limbs, leaving space enough in the center of the structures for the tree itself to continue growing. There were four levels to this city each containing shops, residences and the like. Scattered throughout Wilhelm were architectural marvels consisting of a huge library of knowledge, weapon and armor workshops, numerous storage areas, a tribal council area and of course the Royal Palace. together was and atop every post sat an unlit torch.

Elven soldiers clad in leather armor patrolled the busy city from a maze of wooden rope bridges that connected all the structures. Each kept a vigil eye out for any troublemakers and casually greeting any passerby’s while on their daily rounds. Assuring the citizens of their armies strength and as well as supremacy of their honorable queen who had led them for over a millennium.

Centered in the city was an Oak three times the size of all the others, which held the Elven Palace. And patrolling the perimeter of this four-story high structure made entirely from emeralds were numerous Royal guards. Inside this shimmering palace of beauty an emergency meeting was taking place in the throne room between three royal advisors and the Royal Highness herself.

Relaxing in her plush throne Queen Zenoa listened to her trio of advisors as they debated a plan of action. She was regal woman in her 1400’s, attractive with absorbing emerald eyes that would effortlessly envelop one within them. Her long hair had been tied back into a braid and atop her head was a thin gold crown. She was clothed in white silk robes that hugged her petite frame and a pair of matching wrap-around-sandals donned her small feet.

“The Amazon Queen may have been mortally wounded in battle,” Leah informed. At being only 500 years old she was by far the youngest adviser to the Elven Queen. “We should take this time and attack the emperor.”

“We should wait.” Tarr responded while eying the youth. Being a male in his 1000’s, Tarr represented the middle-aged group. “The goddess will take care of the emperor’s soldiers.”

The third advisor was an aged male in his 2000’s by the name of Ade and finally countered with, “One shouldn’t wait too long though.”

“But we mustn’t portray ourselves as weak either,” Leah retorted as she glanced over at her comrades. “For our enemies will-”

“Enough.” Queen Zenoa interrupted and held up a hand to her advisors. She’d been listening to them for over three hours now and still they hadn’t devised a plan of action. Waiting till they focused their attention on her before she spoke, “Quinn has safely teleported Areyn away. And I can only pray that her wounds aren’t life threatening.”

“And what if they are?” queried Leah.

“Well, Leah...” Queen Zenoa turned to her younger advisor. With a half smile spread across her face she envisioned the lair of an old friend. “It’s been already taken care off.”

Leah lowered her gaze in error, “Of course.”

“It’s only a matter of time before the rumors of the fallen queen shall spread,” Tarr commented next. “And chaos within the nation shall soon erupt.”

“I have faith in my daughter.”

“Of course Princess Kali is a fine replacement until Queen Areyn returns.”

“Very well, seems that you all have a point.” Queen Zenoa acknowledged assessing everything so far. “Anitra will be dealing with only a portion of the emperor’s invading forces. Yet, in the end the dark MAGE will desire revenge. Revenge that could pose a threat to the days to come.”

The trio of advisors nodded.

“We need the talents of a strong warrior to bring the nations together as well as aid us in our battles to come.” Queen Zenoa thought aloud. “With Areyn down... we must seek the help from the Sovereign Quinn.”

“But is that wise?” Leah inquired. “We’re talking about the vanquisher here.”

“An enigmatic ruler that has found solace in an Amazon,” Queen Zenoa enlightened, adding. “Quinn WILL be seeking vengeance for what has been done to her beloved--the prophecy of the chosen one.”

FAREWELLS TO THEE

The battered Monarchs reappeared in a shadowy room where the only light source came from the thin rays that passed through a crack in the ceiling above and shone down upon a large ethereal spring in the center of the room. One by one, torches abruptly came to life along the walls to reveal a massive cave as well as two huge tunnels that seemed to lead further into its mysterious depths.

Slipping in and out of consciousness Areyn dropped Akshan and it echoed off the stone walls. As her body was growing weaker with each passing moment and her strength soon followed. “I’m so...” she breathed then collapsed against her lover, “thirsty.”

“I’ll get you something to drink.” Quinn said sitting her own weapon down. After carrying her lady towards the natural spring she then carefully sat at its edge as to cleanse her bloodied hands. Her blood. She cupped her hand into the water and brought it to Areyn’s mouth. “Here you go,” whispered Quinn and repeated her actions till her mate had her fill.

“Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome.” Quinn grinned broadly while her eyes assessed Areyn’s wounds and symptoms. Loosing a lot of blood... too much. Her next priority was to remove the bolts and stop the bleeding. “Luv, I need to remove them.”

“My side...” Areyn breathed, shivering. “First.”

“What?” uttered Quinn as she carefully turned Areyn onto her side then pulled up her shirt to reveal a bloody knife wound. “Bloody hell.”

“That bad... huh?”

“A bit, but you’ll be okay.” Quinn assured noting all the blood that had soaked into her clothes. It was a minor wound indeed at one time she thought and relieved her lady of the blood soaked shirt. “Just need to stitch you up.”

“All right.”

“By some chance...” Quinn wondered while removing her own shirt. And as she was slicing it into thirds with her boot dagger when she wondered, “You by some chance wouldn’t be carrying a sewing kit on your person would you?”

“Inner... left boot.”

“Good lass.” Quinn grinned in approval then untied the boot, felt the inner lining within and found a thin pouch in question.

“Some herb...” Areyn swallowed hard. “Inside as well.”

“No wonder you’re my lady,” Quinn said playfully. Pulling out a needle and some catgut she placed the items into her hand. And after threading the needle she sprinkled some dried Yarrow into it and began to stitch the wound up. “So, tell me a secret about yourself.”

Areyn grimaced when she felt her healer prodding at the wound. “When I was... fourteen,” she began and thought back to her youth with a grin. “I stole... a wineskin... played truth... or dare.”

“Truth or dare... Eh?”

Areyn nodded.

“With who?”

“Lucia, Kali... and Isi.”

Quinn was in the process of sewing her up when she raised a questioning brow at the unfamiliar name. “Isi?”

“A childhood friend.” Areyn informed envisioning her fallen friend. “S-showed me how to track... helped me... hunt m-my first deer.”

“How many points?”

“Ten.”

“How many arrows?”

“One.”

“Mine was thirteen,” Quinn grinned at her accomplishment, “and it took me two arrows.”

Areyn glanced back and returned it with a lopsided one. “Really?”

Quinn nodded and thought back to that cold winter’s day. Her mother had been off battling some warlord when she was left in charge of her younger sibling. During which a freak blizzard had unexpectedly swept over their village and she was required to go hunting or risk starvation. “I chased the damn thing down for at least a quarter of a mile before it finally fell. Not to mention that I had to carry it home in a damn blizzard.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No worries.” Quinn tied the wound close before knotting it twice and adding, “It made me strive to be a better hunter.”

“True.”

“Wound one done,” said Quinn as she wrapped a cloth-strip around Areyn’s waist and tightened it. “Now let’s get these damn bolts out of you.” Gently she turned her patient onto her back as to check if the bolt had passed through for which it had. “So, what happened to Isi?” she inquired while walking over to a nearby torch. After placing her dagger’s blade into its flame she then waited for the metal to glow red before returning to her patient.

“She was... out... hunting as usual.” Areyn began just the bolt was yanked from her shoulder. “SONOFABITCH!” she growled prior to releasing a throaty groan.

“Go on.” Quinn encouraged and proceeded to cleanse the wound before cauterizing it with her dagger.

Areyn took in a calming breath, “Killed by...” The smell of burning flesh made her stomach turn, but she barred through it with gritted teeth. “Siraj scouts.” After somehow enduring the painful process on her back in stride, she closed her eyes to the pain then felt herself yearning to succumb to the darkness that overwhelmed her so.

Akshan floated towards his mistress, “It’ll be okay.”

“Thanks, Akshan.”

Quinn noticed that her patient was on the verge of passing out when she gave her a tender kiss on the forehead. “You have to stay awake darlin’.”

“So, tired.”

“I know ya are.” She acknowledged moving onto the remaining bolt in Areyn’s thigh. “But I need to hear that lovely voice of yours.”

Areyn nodded.

Quinn sliced the leg pant open as to inspect the wound better and realized that the bolt had struck an artery. Her once hopeful demeanor promptly changed to that of grievous failure. She needed to stay strong on account for Areyn’s sake. So, she switched her mindset back to that of a healer and wondered if it was at all possible to remove the bolt, but assessed that Areyn had lost way too much blood already for her to do anything with the thigh wound. But if I cut it off, the very thought sent a shiver down her back. And in the end the sovereign knew that her patient had only a matter of moments left.

I’m going to lose you just when I found you. As tears of failure welled up in her eyes she pulled her lady onto her lap. “Name a memorable moment in your life.”

“Meeting...” whispered Areyn and slowly turned to her lover. “You.”

“In that tavern, eh?”

“Stud,” Areyn nodded and tried to focus on the intense gray eye of hers, “Love you.”

“I know.” Quinn kissed her forehead again before confessing with all her heart, “Love you too.”

“I’m... so c-cold.”

Quinn tried desperately to keep her dying mate warm by pulling her in closer yet. “Aye then.”

“Kiss me.”

Leaning over Quinn bequeath her with a kiss. During which she felt her lady using what strength was left for this final, intimate kiss. It was slow and sensual. She burned into her memory as it came to an end. “Areyn...” she breathed cradling her dying mate. “NAY!” she wailed out, “nay... nay... NAY!”

Akshan sensed his owner’s life force fading with every beat of her heart and murmured, “Mistress...”

“Oh please... don’t go,” Quinn finally broke down as tears streamed down her flushed cheeks. “I n-need you so,” she pled to her lady’s spirit. Her heart was ripped in two and anger soon swirled in the mix of emotions that overwhelmed her so. “Gods be damned!” She cursed towards the heavens above. “Anitra, where the hell are you?”

When a bellowing voice answered, “I do believe that she’s trying to save what’s left of her amazons.”

~~~ # ~~~

A group of armed Siraj’s circled once before rushing at the armor clad Anitra. And a spinning kick sent them all sprawling about her like rag dolls, but more continued forward. Annoyed by their continuous onslaught she growled, “Enough!” The Goddess of the Hut held out her hands as bolts of green light shot out and struck a pair of oncoming soldiers in the chest.

This mystical energy passed through them freezing the duo in place and spider-webbed out. And as she watched in awed delight her power searched out all those that dared to invade her sacred lands. Torturous screams from the fleeing soldiers were cut short as their bodies were morphing into uniquely shaped trees.

“Nice.” Anitra purred while surveying her newly formed forest. She revered times like this even if it was at the expense of lost souls and said a blessing over them. Souls who been given numerous chances to change their life paths and ultimately their destiny, but did not. Nonetheless to create life from amongst all this death was a sight indeed and she enjoyed it very much so. “These trees shall henceforth be named Sirajtras.” She announced before turning her attention to the battle torn city of Ephesus.

~~~ # ~~~

Quinn snapped, “Who’s there?” She narrowed her eyes and began to scan for her voyeur. “Show yourself.”

“In due time.”

“Who are you?”

“I could ask the same of you.”

“Quinn.” the sovereign revealed pausing to cradle her love. “And this is... Areyn.”

“Magical being.” Akshan announced and followed the invisible being that seemed to be circling them. “I suggest you reveal yourself for I will be forced to defend my mistress.”

“A overly protective blade.” A hearty laugh echoed all around as a huge white dragon all of a sudden appeared in all his glory. “How honorable,” he remarked. “Now stand down blade. If I had wanted to harm you I would’ve done so already.”

Akshan acknowledged this by standing down.

Quinn stared up at the mystical creature before her in awed delight. Her mum had told of a folk story dealing with a white dragon who had saved a wounded boy from certain death. From what she could remember whites were the largest of the dragon species and known to be patrons to almost all known people. It was just one of the many that she enjoyed as a child. Nonetheless, never in her life had she been this close to a living dragon.

“My name is Tychōn,” he said finally. Huge white scales covered his massively muscular body and folded upon his back were a pair of large wings. The dragon was at least 150’ in length from nose to tail and 30’ of it was his tail. Tychōn craned his long neck to get a better view of the intruders that had invaded his lair. “The sovereign and an Amazon Queen...” he commented narrowing his penetrating blue eyes at them, “in MY lair.”

“Kali gave me a ring.”

“Awww,” the dragon vocalized. “The L´Emeraude Princess.” When his large nostrils inhaled he took note of the essence of death upon the pair especially on the Amazon as he spoke. “A friend she is of yours?”

Quinn nodded.

“Death has come for the queen.”

“NAY!” Quinn protested and held her beloved’s body closer before placing her forehead upon Areyn’s. “Please... nay.”

“So, it is true.” Tychōn remarked cocking a brow towards the grieving sovereign. “Even the mighty vanquisher found salvation within another.”

A horrid realization came to her mind as the thought of her living without the one person who brought her soul peace lay before her dead. Could she go on with her life knowing that her heart would revert back to the lonely darkness for which it came? To lose everything she had gained so far was unspeakable to say the least. Nay. Quinn observed her lady a moment longer thinking perhaps that she would suddenly awake alive and well. Alas, the truth hurled her back into reality and she wondered aloud. “Can you save her?”

“To save another from their own fate,” Tychōn remarked, “would be a mighty feat indeed.”

“Please... I’ll do whatever it takes.” Quinn begged while staring up at the magical beast before her. “Give you all my gold-”

“Have plenty.”

“Magical items.”

“Too many as it is.”

After assessing what was left for her to proffer and came to one conclusion. Gods be damned the consequences, she thought then offered herself. “I’ll give you my blade--anything.”

The dragon’s brow perked up, “Anything?”

Quinn glanced down at her lady once more before nodding. “Aye, anything.”

Her offer had intrigued Tychōn and he soon realized that having the mighty vanquisher at his disposal could prove useful later on. “Very well.”

“Please... just bring her back.”

“I shall decide what you owe later.”

Quinn nodded.

“Good.”

“Will she remember everything?”

“Of course.”

Quinn narrowed her eyes at him, “I don’t want her to be a walking corpse either.”

“Wouldn’t think of that.”

“Aye then.”

“Are you sure this is what you want?”

“With all my heart.”

“Then lay her down before me.”

Quinn did as she was told and gently laid her lady down before the dragon and stepped back. “Uh...” she wondered. “Is there anything you want me to do?”

“Just stand there.”

Quinn nodded and stood in silence before Tychōn. She watched as he reached out a talon hand and placed it upon her chest. As his hand glowed her entire being vibrated with a bright essence thus sealing their pact. Feeling as though it burned through to her very soul she uttered in surprise, “What are you doing?”

“Making it a done deal,” Tychōn informed releasing her. “That’s all.”

“Aye then.”

“Take a bit of myself.” Tychōn revealed and held out both hands just as a glowing ball of energy formed within. “A third from you...”

Quinn’s eye grew wide when a blue ball of her own energy began to form, growing in size as it drained from the force that created her. “What...” she breathed, “...are YOU doing?”

“Using our life forces to bring her back of course,” he said simply.

“Oh.”

“Let me remind you,” Tychōn warned. “that she will possess a portion of our essences within her.”

“Is that bad?”

“Maybe... maybe not.”

“….”

“It varies within the individual.”

Quinn glanced down at Areyn before turning her attention back to him.

“Life is made up from a divine energy or what you mortals like to call a soul. Once one depletes this energy their bodies soon die. For US to bring your beloved back, we must replenish hers with ours.”

“Whatever it takes.”

“Oh,” he added as a side note. “Queen Areyn may awaken with new abilities.”

Quinn quirked an inquisitive brow, “Eh?”

“Or not... Like I said it varies--only time will tell.”

“I--we can handle it.” Quinn assured then turned back to her beloved and dropped to her knees. “Areyn...”

Tychōn closed his eyes before he spoke again, “But you’re needed elsewhere.”

“Whah?” Quinn was about to protest, but was abruptly transported out of the dragon’s lair. And when she reappeared she was in her own battle ravaged courtyard back in Corinth. “NAY!”

“I’m afraid so,” Tychōn’s disembodied voice advised. “You have a destiny to fulfill.”

“What about Areyn?” Quinn wondered and spun around towards his voice that seemed to surround her. Her mind was racing with worry as she roared out, “We had a deal!”

“Of course, but it shall take some time.”

“You never said-”

“You never asked.”

“Ach!” A fuming Quinn soon realized her error and threw her arms up. “Bloody hell!”

“No matter... daughter of Lord Deston Ethan.”

Her eyes widened upon hearing a name that hadn’t been spoken in some time now. She gasped thinking back to her father’s untimely death so long ago. “How?”

“I know many things Sovereign.” Tychōn enlightened further before finishing up in a whisper. “One is that you need not worry about the Amazon Queen for she shall be with you soon enough.”

“But-”

“Welcome home!” Jevin greeted while approaching her. “I was getting worried there for a moment.”

“Jevin.” Quinn quickly glanced down at Kali’s ring in hopes of returning when she noticed that it was now missing. “Son of a griffin!” Brushing passed her head of security she made her way into the castle. “Set your worries aside mate,” she assured. “We’ve got bigger issues to deal with at the moment.”

“And they would be?”

“Dealing with that bastard EMPEROR of course.”

#

Tychōn was pointed his other hand at Areyn’s still body before remarking, “Can’t forget to take some from yours.” And as he was observing a gray ball of light forming above the Amazon Queen he caught something from the corner of his eye. “Death’s minion. You may not take this one.” He said in disgust and snapped at the unwelcome shadow that predatorily circled them. “LEAVE US!”

Hovering towards the lifeless body was a shadowy figure when it turned its blank face towards to the dragon. It released a low growl at the beast and moved in closer yet, but was halted by an invisible barrier that blocked any further movement. The minion snarled at the dragon once more for good measure before abruptly disappearing in a huff.

“Our parts will create one whole,” Tychōn said turning back to the task at hand. The energies enveloped one another and combining their colors into one pulsating orb. He then lowered his hand just as the sphere traveled towards the mortal’s lifeless body. Streaming hues of color encircled Areyn wrapping around her two-fold. The vibrating energy formed a layer over her pale skin healing all external wounds as well as internal when it began to pulsate into that of a rhythmic heartbeat.

Her chest rose once Areyn’s soul had reentered the body and took in a lung full of air. She gasped out for breath, unaware of an everlasting union between the trio was attained at this very moment. As her skin slowly returned to its normal hue, her eyes fluttered open a moment later then began to adjust to the low lighting of the cave.

“Areyn!” Akshan greeted. “You’re back!”

“Akshan?” Areyn’s dry voice cracked. “Back?”

“Yes,” Tychōn revealed with a toothy grin. “you’ve been resurrected.”

Areyn’s eyes grew wide upon staring up at polite dragon and swallowed hard, “And you are?”

“My name is Tychōn.”

“Areyn.”

“Welcome back to the world, daughter of Anitra.”

“I-I was...” she stuttered, “...dead?” An awed Areyn stared at the white dragon for a moment before looking over to her floating sword. “You brought me back?”

Tychōn nodded.

“Quinn?” Areyn wondered scanning the room for her missing consort and slowly sat up. “What happened?”

“She’s needed elsewhere.”

She slowly climbed to her feed, “I must go to her.”

“I would caution against that your Highness.”

“Huh?”

“You must stay here.”

“Mind telling me why?”

“It would be dangerous for you to leave just yet.”

Areyn narrowed her eyes at the dragon.

“Well first off,” grinned Tychōn. “With your rebirth came a few... added abilities.”

The Amazon Queen’s scattered mind hadn’t registered what her ears were hearing. “Say that again?”

“Our essences are within you now.”

“Quinn’s?”

The dragon nodded.

“Uh huh.”

“That is why you must stay here and learn to harness you’re new found skills.”

“No!” she objected shaking her head, “no.” Areyn was moving towards the tunnel on her right when she collided into an invisible barrier. Frustrated at this unexpected turn of events she pounded on it to no avail before leaning her head against it and pleading. “She needs my help.”

“The sovereign will have it when the time comes.” Tychōn pointed out, eyeing her. “Do you not believe in her abilities?”

“I do.” Areyn spun around and glared up at the mystical beast. “Without a doubt.”

“Very well.” He said and lowered his head towards her. “Let us begin then.”

“But before you start,” Anitra’s disembodied voice echoed from all around. She appeared before them a moment later in bright flash of light. “I want to check on my little one.”

“Very well,” Tychōn acknowledged and turned to leave. “I shall await you.”

“Little one,” Anitra rushed over to her daughter and embraced her tightly, “I was so worried.”

“Mother...” Areyn said falling into the warm hug. “I’m okay.”

“I know.” A joyful Anitra gave her a once over before pulling her in for another hug. She had felt her daughter’s passing a moment prior and it was an experience she wished never to feel again. “I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”

“Mom... I’m fine.”

PRELUDE TO WAR

Quinn finished cleansing herself of the encrusted gore and paused as to let her overly tense body relax in the steaming bath. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back. Her mind was racing at the thought of her beloved waking without her caused her heart to sink. “Areyn...” she breathed and was envisioning the very scene in her mind’s eye when a disembodied voice of the Goddess of the War spoke up.

“I can’t believe that MY champion has fallen for MY niece.”

“Morrigan.” Quinn’s eye remained shut while responding dryly. “I suggest YOU not fray my only remaining nerve.”

“Kidding.” Morrigan chuckled and abruptly appeared laying on the edge of the tub. Her black tresses fell into hooded eyes as she rested her head upon a propped hand. “I’ve been wanting to say that from very beginning but was persuaded not to by my lovely lover.” She added then stretched her long legs out and began to caress the hilt of her broadsword. “Tsk... tsk...” she voiced in a hurt tone. “Don’t I even warrant a warm welcome?”

“Evenin’,” Quinn sighed. “What brings you here?”

“You...” Morrigan purred focusing her attention on her champion. “You’re changing.”

“Ach.” Quinn shrugged. “And that would be bad?”

“Just worried that you may be losing your edge.”

Quinn turned and gave the goddess one of her famous deadly stares. “And let me point out,” she said. “Just because I found the other half of my soul doesn’t mean I’m losing it.”

Morrigan stared at her champion in utter awe and sat up in a haste, “Your other half?”

“That’s what I said.”

“You’re joking right?”

Quinn shook her head.

“No way,” Morrigan rebutted. “My mighty conqueror of the fair sex what has bewitched you so?”

“Love.”

“Love?”

“Aye,” Quinn acknowledged. “And I know enough to know that she’s my light and I‘m her strength.”

“Huh?”

“She completes me.”

“Uh huh.” A skeptical Morrigan folded her arms over her chest. “Love... light... completing a whole. Has Freya sprinkled you with her love dust?”

“Nay, not that I’ve noticed.”

Morrigan was observing at her champion a moment longer as this unexpected twist sank in. It was a surprise, yes. Unexpected no, for she knew something was up when the pair first met up so long ago. Strange as it was part of her really didn’t mind her champion’s desires. Whatever made her happy was fine with her. “Well,” she said finally. “I hope your not thinking about retiring anytime soon.”

Quinn said with a bemused smirk, “Never crossed my mind.”

~~~ # ~~~

Kali was kneeling at the very spot where Sibyl’s ashes once lain, having already transferred what was left into a leather pouch attached to her belt. Her mind raced for a way to resurrect the oracle and she unfortunately came to one dissenting conclusion.

“Your death cannot be undone.” She muttered and her heart was seared in two. Kali had failed in her duties again and it tore at her very being. “I’ve taken your life.” She said in a whisper when from the corner of her eye she spied riders approaching.

“Kali?” Lucia called out focusing her attention on her distraught friend. She dismounted in a haste then rushed to her aid. “Are you wounded?”

Kali shook her head.

Realizing something was wrong she wondered, “Where’s Sibyl?”

“She’s... dead.”

“What?” Lucia uttered in surprise. “How?”

“I... I chose the wrong one.”

“You?”

Kali nodded.

“I’m sorry.” Lucia vocalized and placed a gentle hand upon her friend’s shoulder. She so wanted to comfort her more, but knew they needed to get back to the battle worn city for the sake of the nation. “There’ll be time for grieving later, my friend.” She assured then offered her hand. “Come now, we’re needed in Ephesus.”

Kali flashed her battered companion a half grin, “Always focused.” She took the offered hand and was helped up. The regent wiped the remaining tears from her face with the back of her hand and followed the captain back. “Update me.”

“Killed a few Sirajs...” Lucia climbed onto the mare first then helped her passenger up next. “Disassembled some skeletons, bone dragons then toss a few Ogres in there as well. I’d say an overall good day.”

“Good to hear.” Kali nodded and made herself comfortable behind the captain. “Now tell me about our sisters.”

“Estimated casualties... in the hundreds.”

“Deceased?”

“My guess... double that.”

Kali nodded soberly.

“Well, the highlight of this whole damned mess was seeing the Goddess Anitra transform the emperor’s soldiers into trees.” Lucia revealed with a broad grin and led her horse back towards the city. “Yep... it’s a tale that will be spoken for years to come. And Areyn’s missing in action.” she said glancing back at her passenger. “I’ve sent search parties to look for both her and the sovereign, but nothing.”

“You needn’t worry about Areyn’s safety.”

~~~ # ~~~

Large maps of the realm had been scattered upon a long table in the sovereign’s war room. Six armor-clad generals and their perspective colonels were in a heated discussion on the proper way of invading the emperor’s city while an orb with the image of Lyle circled his fellow comrades at arms.

As Jevin observed their heated discussions in placid amusement he just shook his head at the arguing group. Sounds like a bunch of haggling merchants, he thought while silently waiting for his liege. And just as he was about to intervene he noticed a refreshed Quinn now dressed in her shimmering armor with a flowing cape that matched the hue of her armor entering through a side door.

Quinn was counting heads as she made her way to the head of the table. Once she had assessed that everyone was accounted for she started off my inquiring, “Are my fleets ready, Lyle?”

“We’re awaiting your orders, my liege.”

“Good. I want the emperor’s isle,” Quinn remarked then focused her attention towards the large map before her. As her index finger moved over a mountainous island of Eustas she commented, “First off we need to overthrow the five villages that surround the city of Menzotaro.” She pointed to each village before continuing, “Once we control them... we can then focus on Menzotaro. Any questions?”

“I have one, my liege.”

She turned to a gruff looking colonel, “What is it Justin?”

“The emperor tends to keep his auxiliary forces in the southern islands,” he explained. “And if they come up behind us-”

“We’ll be boxed in.”

Justin nodded as a few of his counterparts muttered their agreement as well.

“That’s why I have my navel vessels surrounding the island.” she assured. “They’ll take out anyone that tries to interfere with our mission. Isn’t that right Lyle?”

“Correct.” Lyle affirmed. “I assure you that no one will get through our perimeter.”

“My liege,” another spoke up, “what of the Amazon forces?”

“What about them?” Quinn snapped to her cavalier general.

“There are rumors that the queen has fallen-”

“Trevor,” Quinn was upon the cavalier general in an instant, “it would be wise of you not to finish that sentence.”

“Forgive me, my liege.”

“I suggest you all NOT put FAITH in rumors.” Quinn grumbled towards her men. “The queen is ALIVE--end of discussion.”

“But,” someone else queried next, “will they be aiding us?”

“Of course we will.” Kali responded as she sauntered into the overly tense room. “We are allies... are we not?”

As everyone halted in mid-discussion and focused on the Amazon Regent. Quinn was first to greet to her newest guest. “Welcome Kali,” and held out a welcoming hand for her, “allies to the end.”

“Sovereign,” Kali squeezed it. “I hope I’m not too late.”

“You’re not... we just started.”

“Good.” she grinned then lowered her voice. “Queen Zenoa is in your throne room. She wants to have a word with you before we begin.”

“All right.” Quinn nodded before turning to her men. “Be right back and try not to kill each other in the meantime.”

#

Gazing at a one of the four large Niabian tapestries that hung along the throne room walls was the Elven Queen Zenoa. She silently took in the famous battle scene with mild interest before turning to the rest of the throne room. Recognizing the large vases as well as the assortment of marble dragon statues around the perimeter were also Niabian. A certain Niabian she purred, “Interesting...”

“I could give you the name of the artist if you like?” Quinn offered the Elven Queen as she stepped into the room followed in tow by the regent. “I hear that she’s available.”

“Leigh’s works has always intrigued me,” Queen Zenoa confessed. “Her talents are amazing.”

“Aye.” Quinn approached her royal guest and gave her a small bow. “Welcome.”

“Thank you.”

“So, Highness what can I do for you?”

“Seems that the time has come for us to unite for a greater cause.” The Elven Queen spoke up. “Considering that the Amazon Queen is preoccupied at the moment... I must take her place.”

Quinn’s eyes perked up at the mention of her beloved, “Have you seen her?”

“No.” Queen Zenoa shook her head then expressed with heartfelt gratitude. “You brought our Areyn back at the cost of a personal debt to yourself. A chivalrous act... I must add.”

“Em.” Quinn nodded. “Is there anyway that you could help me see her?”

“I’m afraid Tychōn would not allow for that just yet.” The Elven Queen confessed lowering her voice a notch. “But I’ll see what I can do for you though.”

Quinn gave her a lopsided grin, “Aye then.”

“What are your plans for the emperor?”

“Well...” Quinn revealed the jest of her plans, “thought about simplicity and decided that I should just surround and conqueror.”

Queen Zenoa nodded her approval.

“Surround the island and take out the villages around the capitol. Once completed, we’ll focus on the emperor’s city.”

“A good plan,” Kali affirmed.

Queen Zenoa added, “One that may take some time to accomplish.”

“Aye,” nodded Quinn. “I’m afraid so.”

“Nonetheless it sounds like a stable plan.” Queen Zenoa affirmed. “Now then let’s discuss an important issue of WHO will be leading the assault.”

“Ach?” Quinn glanced towards the both of them. “What do you mean?”

“My mother is implying that YOU lead us in the war against Iakoboi,” Kali enlightened with a broad grin. “And be our chosen one.”

“Chosen one?”

“The Oracle Eubh foretold that a enigmatic warrior seeking redemption would lead a massive army against an even darker foe. For this chosen shall defeat the darkness and bring peace upon the lands once again.” The Elven Queen recited from memory and returned her attention to the sovereign. “You Quinn are the chosen one.”

“You’re joking right?” Quinn scoffed glancing from both Elven Royalties and read the truth within their eyes. “You’re not... are you?”

The Elven Monarchs shook their heads.

“Y-you want ME to lead your armies?”

“Yes,” they said in unison. “We do.”

Quinn’s mind raced at the thought of leading a massive army while a darkness within screamed out its need for a power such as this and relished it. She knew that with them she could so become ruler of the whole world. Nay... can’t think like that. And quickly shook that dark thought away. “T-that’s TOO much power...” Quinn uttered aloud and couldn’t believe what she had just said. “Even for someone like me.”

“It is.” Kali agreed taking a step closer. “For a person such as you to admit something like this is also a sign that YOU are the chosen one.”

“But-”

“Sovereign... I know you may not want to hear this,” Queen Zenoa spoke next, “but it’s time for this war to end... for this stalemate to end and not to mention the realms to finally unite. Nevertheless if it were to continue on... it would ultimately destroy us all.”

Quinn was assessing this just as her entire being finally acknowledged the truth. Her thoughts fell on her lady and the fact that she would do anything to protect her. Give me strength... With her mind made up, she finally turned to the Elven Monarchs. “Give me an update on the Amazon’s forces as well as the Elven.”

~~~ # ~~~

A small, dark green urn sat upon a mini table surrounded with fresh cut flowers of all types. The soft sounds from a string quartet played in the background while a small group of mourners listened to the cleric as he wrapped up his eulogy. “And may your soul be at peace.” He finished then glanced over at Jevin and gave him a gentle grin. “Jevin, my condolences.”

“Thank you.”

“William,” an approaching Quinn said while holding out a hand, “it was a beautiful eulogy.”

“My liege, it was an honor.” the cleric expressed then took the offered hand and shook it. “Sybil was a good soul.”

“That she was.”

“You know where I’ll be if you’d like to talk or anything,”

“Of course, take care William.”

“My liege.” The cleric nodded then made his way over to a group of mourners.

As Jevin was silently staring at the urn that held his lover his mind was assessing everything that had transpired over these last few months. He’d found love within her, something he never imagined. And now he was alone. “I’m sorry,” he whispered with regret, “for not letting you in earlier.” And was brought from his thoughts by a hand upon his shoulder. He turned just as Quinn gave him a reassuring smile before leaving him to his mourning.

#

A tearful Goddess of Fertility watched as Kali placed a single white lilac next to Sibyl’s urn. And her heart about broke. She knew that mortals possessed short life spans, but she’d never imagined Sibyl’s being taken so soon. Freya scolded herself for not being there to protect her champion when she needed it the most. “I’m sorry,” she whimpered just a pair of arms snaked around her waist. “It’s all my fault...”

“No little one,” Morrigan said and held her grieving lover close. She knew that Freya had a soft spot for mortals and especially so when it was their time to go. “It’s not.”

“But-”

“It was the mortal’s time you know this.”

“I know,” Freya acknowledged and laid her head on the War Goddess’ shoulder, “I know... it’s just...”

“Go on little one.”

“It’s just that Sibyl was a good soul,” Freya said in a sob, “and didn’t deserve to die.”

“I know she didn’t,” Morrigan said running a hand through her lover’s hair. She hated seeing Freya like this and knew that all she could do was to comfort her. “Let it all out.”

LIFE DOES GO ON

Quinn kicked the sword from her attacker’s hand and with another swift kick, brought the Siraj chieftain to his knees. She brought her blade up in an instant and rested it at his throat. “Where are the others?” she snarled.

Ignoring her question the defeated chieftain spat a curse out in Sirajish. Figuring that it was some kind of insult Quinn sighed, “Very well, then” She slid her blade over his neck spraying warm blood everywhere then spun around and walked away just as his body dropped to the ground with a dull thud. “Stupid...”

Three villages had fallen during the last three months, equaling a village a month. Assessing the ravaged battlefield before her Quinn realized that the emperor must’ve anticipated this for his forces seemed to have doubled from their earlier assessment. No matter she knew it would just take a bit longer for her to conquer. And made her way towards her camp that sat to the south of the recently acquired village.

“My liege,” Jevin sheathed his blade as he approached, “seems that they’d rather die than betray the emperor.”

“Loyal till the end.”

“My liege!” An out of breath soldier rushed up to her and held out a folded piece of parchment. “We found this upon another chieftain.”

“Very good.” Taking the offered map Quinn looked over it before continuing towards her destination. “Your dismissed, soldier.”

“Of course, my liege.”

“Here.” she said and held it out for her trailing Head of Security to take. “Jevin, I’ll be in my tent.”

Jevin took the offered parchment, “Of course.” He quickly scanned the acquired document then gestured towards a roaming soldier, whispered some orders to him and sent him off.

Quinn passed by a group of awaiting local whores who were in the process of soliciting her victorious men for a night of carnal needs. She took note of a couple of the ladies that were attractive enough for her needs, but they’d never compare to her beloved and quickly dismissed the thoughts. “Nope...” she said under her breath, “only one person for me.” And as she approached her tent a pair of her Imperial Guards held opened the flaps for her.

She entered into the spacious tent that was lit by numerous lanterns. Revealing a large pallet covered in thick furs in the far corner, a large chest at the foot of it and a table for four was on her right. Quinn grinned at a steaming bath that now awaited her sore body in the center of the tent. “Jevin.”

She pulled off a glove just as the soft scent of lavender overpowered the stench of blood that was upon her person. Nice… After shedding the rest of her armor in a matter of moments she climbed into the refreshing water. Quinn sighed and leaned her head back as her thoughts dwelled on a breathtaking, dark haired Amazon. A small grin grew and her body immediately reacted at the mere thought of her lady. “I wonder what your doing?”

~~~ # ~~~

“Enough,” Tychōn stated firmly.

A gasping Areyn dropped to her knees in exhaustion. Wiping the perspiration from her brow with the back of a hand she muttered between breaths, “About time.”

“Endurance your Highness.”

Areyn nodded and slowly climbed to her feet. “I figured as much.”

“Yours is above average.” Tychōn informed while approaching his pupil. “Yet, there’s always room for improvement.”

“Always.”

“Clear your mind and rest. We shall begin again at dawn.”

“Nite.” Areyn said before being transported to her quarters.

A lavish room that had been assigned to her consisted of a large bed, a mini table with pillow for her meals and one glowing orb that was her only source of light. The sweet aromas of dinner lulled her over to already set table. Upon it was a hot meal of roasted pheasant, boiled potatoes; a side of string beans, a roll and a pitcher of sweet wine awaited her. And as she sat down to enjoy her evening meal her mind wondered back to a few nights ago.

“….”

“I can only guess it’s to keep her from worrying about her beloved.”

After washing her nourishing meal down with the glass of refreshing wine she moved over to the bed, fell back and stretched her exhausted body out. And as she laid there her mind focused on Quinn. Been too long, she wondered. “Wonder what you’re doing?”

~~~ # ~~~

A strong hand squeezed a breast as a thumb brushed over its taunt nipple. “Aaahhh... aaaahhh!” An out of breath sovereign uttered out, “Arreeyyynnn!” Quinn threw her head back as she rode the wave of an orgasm through to it’s fullest. Strands of wet hair were plastered against her heated flesh while her once busy hand now rested at her center. Her body continued to quake releasing the pent-up energy that she’d held in for far too long. “Need you so...” she breathed just as her erratic breathing and tremors slowed.

She closed her eye and imagined intertwining her arms around her lady. “I miss you.” When she was abruptly brought her from the warm thoughts by the soft jingle of a bell that signaled her of a guest. “Enter!” she called out then waited as the tent flap opened and a grinning Kali entered.

“Evening Quinn.”

“Kali.”

“I hope I’m not disturbing you.” Kali spoke up knowing full well that she had heard the sovereign’s sounds of pleasure a moment prior.

“You’re not.” Quinn said before dunking her head into the water and exhaling the breath she held. Climbing out of the bath Quinn wasn’t bothered by her exhibition or the fact that the regent had heard her prior. “Just releasing a bit of energy. So, what’s up?”

“Fresh soldiers and supplies have arrived.” Kali swallowed hard and beheld her glistening body before averting her gaze.

“Aye then.” Quinn grinned and kept the reaction from the regent to herself. “So,” donning a silk robe she tied it off and wondered, “you came here to tell me this?”

“Well... not really.”

Quinn now intrigued had a seat, “Is that so?”

“I thought you could get away from here for a week or so.”

“Eh?”

“We’re worried about you Quinn.” Kali expressed as she leaned against the table. “Don’t want our leader to burn herself out or anything like that.”

“I’m doing fine.”

“I bet,” sighed Kali. “That’s why you work yourself till exhaustion huh?”

“I keep myself busy.”

“Well, one also needs to relax. That’s why you have us to take the slack when you need us too.”

“I’m fine.”

“Uh huh.”

“Really.”

“I see,” Kali acknowledged then turned to leave. “I wonder what Areyn would say about this.”

“Wait!” Quinn abruptly sat up. “You can talk to her?”

“Of course,” Kali nodded with a sly smirk. “Had dinner with her a couple days ago.”

Quinn’s gray eye widened, “You didn’t.”

“I did... the meal was delicious by the way.”

“How did she look?”

“Healthy, at the time she seemed a bit tired though.”

Quinn read her for any falsehoods and was sedated when she found none. “Tired... eh?”

“We talked a bit.”

“About?”

“About the weather... our status.” the regent informed observing as Quinn sat on the edge of her seat in anticipation. “And of course... you.”

Quinn’s eye lit up. “Me?”

“Yes, you.” Kali nodded. “Do you really think that we’d not talk about YOU?”

Quinn shrugged shyly.

“She misses you.”

“And I her.”

“Of course. And she’s the one that suggested that you take this time off.”

“She did?”

“And for an added incentive,” Kali revealed with a broad grin. “Tychōn has agreed to reward you for your success.”

Quinn quickly rose to her feet, “And that would be?”

“Well...” Kali wondered innocently, “I think it has to do with a beautiful queen.”

“I’ll do it.”

“Don’t you want to know what you’ll be hunting?” she laughed. “I mean it might be dangerous-”

“I’ll take whatever risk there is for a chance to see her, Kali.”

“Well said,” Kali acknowledged. “You’ll be hunting the legendary phoenix.”

GIFTS GALORE

Moving through the thick brush with the sole mission to hunt down the mythological phoenix Quinn thought back to the numerous tales that told of a lone individual that had been successful. And I shall be the second… Upon her back was a quiver filled with arrows and in her right hand was an intricately carved bow. Dressed in tan leathers with matching breeches and boots she glanced down at some fresh bird droppings and purred. “Goodie.”

This was the fourth day into her hunting expedition and she was drawing near to accomplishing this task. Reap the reward she desired, but during which soon realized that tracking this creature turned out to be one Herculean task. Abet it was turning out to be entertaining tromping through a boggy swamp, thickets of thorny bushes and scaling up a treacherous cliff in search of her prey. The journey did in fact shift her mind off the emperor and focused it onto her beloved instead. It was the nights that were long and lonely though as she yearned for the petite Amazon.

The sound of rustling brought the sovereign’s attention from her thoughts. She reached behind her, pulled out an arrow, then notched the arrow’s notch and drew the bowstring back. Quinn was aiming it towards the cluster of Birch trees when she caught a glimpse of the flaming creature as it shot up into the sky.

She followed her target for a breath longer before releasing the arrow. Quinn watched as it sped towards the phoenix and struck the mythical creature dead center. There was a squawk and the phoenix abruptly burst into blue-green flames. Flames that soon transposed to vibrate red when a luminous, bright light pulsated from within as it was engulfed.

Holding up a hand as to shield her eyes from the bright light Quinn observed the creatures ashes reforming before her. “Well, I’ll be.”

The resurrecting phoenix expanded out its wings as to stretch them. Within a beat the legendary creature shot up climbing further into cloudless sky and circled its hunter once. Their eyes locked. Each acknowledged the other before disappearing behind a grove of trees.

Awed by what had just transpired Quinn just stood there in silence when she heard clapping behind her. She spun around and her eye locked on an intense pair of blues that seemed strangely familiar. Her eye narrowed, “Can I help you?”

Leaning against a tree was an engaging male with athletic build and sandy colored hair. Draped over his white-scaled armor was a thin blue cape and a sheathed broadsword that held a design of a dragon upon its hilt was attached at his left. “I believe...” he said while inspecting his nails, “it is I who can help you, Sovereign.”

“Do I know you?”

“Come now...” he commented with a lopsided grin, “it’s been only three months.” Approaching the wary hunter the stranger gave her a respectful bow, “Forgive me daughter of Lord Ethan. I am Tychōn and this is my avatar form.”

“Tychōn?” Quinn repeated, still a bit wary of the stranger. “How do I know you’re who you say you are?”

“You asked the highness to name a memorable moment,” Tychōn replied. “And she responded by saying meeting you.”

Quinn’s eye lit up, “I’ve been successful in my hunt for the phoenix as you can attest to.”

“You have and congratulations.”

“Thank you.”

“I shall reward you in two parts. The first shall be given now and the other will be three months from now. Is that acceptable?”

“I guess.”

“Good.” Tychōn acknowledged and teleported them to field of wildflowers.

“Where are we?”

“Somewhere safe,” he said and gestured towards a nearby ridge. “You may spend the remaining day with her.”

A broad grin grew upon Quinn’s face as her eyes focused on Areyn. As her beloved was preoccupied with studying a thick spell book she uttered, “Really?”

“One other thing.” Tychōn noted this with a bemused smirk. “You may see her, but she can not see you.”

“Whah?” Quinn tore her eyes away only to glare at Tychōn. “You’re kidding right?”

Tychōn shook his head.

“First you take her from me,” Quinn fumed. “I don’t see or hear from her in three months... then you reward me with her presence and yet she can’t see me?”

“That’s correct.”

“Is this like a torment for all the sins of my past?”

“No, why?”

“Cause it sure feels like it.” Quinn grumbled. “Can’t you PLEASE let us spend some quality time together?” she pled to him. “For loves sake.”

“I am giving you this time-”

“Come on... in the flesh.”

“I don’t know.” Tychōn shook his head. “She’s focused on her training...”

“Well...” Quinn was racking her mind for any ideas and finally came to one. “How about dinner then?”

“Dinner huh?”

“Aye.”

Tychōn worriedly eyed her, “In the flesh?”

She nodded.

“I don’t know... that might lead up to more-”

“I’ll promise to be honorable.”

“You will huh?”

“Aye.”

“All right... you two may have dinner together.”

“Cheers.” Quinn said and was abruptly teleported back to her previous location. Realizing where she was the sovereign shouted out, “What about my day?”

“Dinner shall be your reward.” Tychōn’s disembodied voice revealed. “Meanwhile, enjoy the great outdoors for a little while longer.”

“Tychōn!”

~~~ # ~~~

Another day was now winding down for the Amazon Queen who casually leaned against the balcony railing. Running a hand through her wet hair she gazed into the setting Sun. Areyn was assessing her ever-growing skills that were sharpening with every session when she felt her whole body tingle as it was being transported away.

Areyn reappeared in a spacious dining room a moment later. Two glowing orbs quickly moved in position from above a long table that was covered with an assortment of foods consisting of various types of meats, colorful vegetables and plates of sweet bread. And within reach of the settings for two were a pair of large pitchers of fine wine that sat on either end of the table.

Areyn was circling the table as she admired the fragrant smells that taunted her senses. The air seems to vibrate with romance, she noted. And when she heard the sweet melody from a string quartet come to life her heart ached. She sighed and came to a halt beside one chair, “Quinn...”

Just as the woman in question purred, “You called?”

Areyn spun around towards the familiar voice and their eyes locked. Yet, neither one moved towards the other for fear of it being a daydream. “Y-you’re my guest?” She stammered out.

Quinn nodded and hungrily took in the sight of her beloved. A sly grin formed when she too was lavishly taken in return and narrowed the distance between them in a blink of an eye. Hands moved to the sides of the Amazon Queen’s face and her thumb outlined a pair of luscious lips. Her eye focused on her lady’s tasty lips before locking with a pair of soulful emeralds. “Lovely lady...” Quinn whispered just as a pair of arms wrapped themselves around her own waist. “I missed you so.”

“Kiss me,” Areyn breathed and pulled her grinning lover closer. “You sexy devil you.”

Moist lips made contact with moist lips, which promptly sent tremors throughout their bodies. The soulful kiss was passionately slow as each savored this moment to it’s fullest and then some. Reluctantly the pair pulled apart for a much needed breath and touched foreheads.

“Thank you,” purred Areyn.

“Anytime.”

THE TIME IS NOW

“Do I have morons working for me?” Iakoboi roared out and threw his goblet. It slammed against the wall with a thud just as he rose from his throne. “DAMNED SOVEREIGN!”

Bertók lowered his head, “Of course not, Emperor.”

“Then tell me why have all MY villages fallen in the last six months?”

“Maybe Zâral lost faith-”

Iakoboi sneered and gestured with a wave of his second, “HOW DARE YOU!”

The rotting paladin was thrown back for his troubles by an invisible hand and sent flying fifteen feet away from his prior position. Bertók scrambled in haste to his feet just as the angered emperor approached. “Emperor-”

“Never speak in such a dissenting tone around me.”

“Forgive me.”

“I suggest you get out there,” Iakoboi narrowed his eyes at his undead second, “and lead my men to victory.”

“As you wish.”

“Oh and one other thing.”

“Emperor?”

“Don’t bother to come back here unless you possess the severed head of the sovereign.”

Bertók nodded then made his exit.

~~~ # ~~~

Just outside Menzotaro Quinn sat regally atop Storm assessing everything that had come to pass when her mind drifted towards her beloved. Three months had flown by like a snap of the fingers and it seemed like only yesterday that they had that romantic dinner for two at Tychōn’s expense. The food was delicious she remembered, company awe-inspiring and the good-byes sorrowful. Her heart longed to be by her lady’s side. Yet she knew that her place was here to end the emperor’s reign and finally bring closure to this war once and for all.

Snuggled deep in the Menzo mountain range before her was the city of Menzotaro. Natural obstacles of thick forests and steep cliffs enveloped this fortified city posing a slight bump in her ground assault. And from early on she had decided that an air assault would stir up some trouble while her men advanced towards the southern path.

“Enough to occupy them for some time.” Quinn muttered to herself before lowering her gaze towards the thick forest at its base. “Aye indeed.”

She observed the numerous flags, each represented the various branches of her enemy, snapping in the late morning breeze. A legion of the emperor’s finest, consisting of archers, infantry as well as light and heavy cavalry had been camped before it blocking them from the mountain range. Her foe numbered in the thousands as they diligently moved into tight formations and awaited her force’s arrival.

The tiny hairs on her neck rose up signaling Quinn of an ominous presence nearby. “I was wondering when you’d visit next,” she sighed.

“Wishing my champion luck comes with the job.” Morrigan murmured and abruptly revealed herself upon a fiery steed. Its mane and tail were made from a mystical fire that burned from deep within the creature’s very being. The mount’s scarlet eyes glowed as it scanned their surroundings before snorting. Caressing her faithful mount the War Goddess then commented, “My-my that armor does wonders for that body of yours.”

“It should... you gave it to me.”

“I did... didn’t I?” Morrigan remarked sheepishly. “I must say that I’ve been enjoying this so far.”

“Well, I’m glad to hear that six months of my life was entertainment for you.”

“You know I LOVE to watch you at work,” Morrigan purred with lustful eyes, adding. “And at play.”

Quinn’s brow perked up while turning to the War Goddess. “Figures...”

“Though I SO wanted to join in on your solo action the other day. You know... all you have to do is ask.”

“I really don’t think that Areyn would appreciate me sleeping around.”

“Well, what she doesn’t know-”

“I would know,” Quinn snapped her reply. “And I won’t do that to my betrothed.”

A dark brow rose from the War Goddess.

“Aye... she will be my wife.”

“She agreed?”

“Not yet.”

“Why?”

Quinn lowered her gaze towards Storm’s dark mane, “Haven’t had the opportunity to.”

“But you had dinner together.”

“True,” Quinn nodded. “But I didn’t have her ring at that time either.”

“Her ring?”

Quinn reached up to her neck and pulled off a thin leather necklace that retained a pair of rings then held it out for her deity’s inspection. She waited only a moment for the dark goddess to take the offered item and added, “I only received it yesterday.”

Morrigan nodded and brought up a polished Titanium ring that had a ruby spiral inlay in it to her eye level. “Nice,” she expressed noting the soft dome of it, “Hers?”

A lopsided grin was upon the sovereign’s face as she nodded her response.

Morrigan moved onto its mate, which was a tad bit larger than the first. Though this ring was flat and possessed a smooth sapphire inlay. She made note that it was more masculine, befitting her champion. “Elven or Dwarven crafted?”

“Both.”

“Interesting...” Morrigan remarked handing the necklace back. “Areyn should love it.”

“I hope so.”

“If I had a heart...” Morrigan paused before confessing. “I would love it.”

An awed Quinn gave the War Goddess a side-glance while placing the necklace around her neck then tucking it safely inside her armor. “Eh?”

Morrigan felt eyes upon her person, “What?”

“Nothing.”

“She loves you, does she not?”

“Without a doubt.”

“Then I wouldn’t worry.” Morrigan assured flashing her a grin. She then wondered what in the hell had made her say something so kind, let alone be present for a conversation involving love. Quickly shrugging it off, the War Goddess changed the subject before she could say something even mushier. “Eden’s become one happening place lately.”

“Zâral’s not handling this very well, eh?”

“It’s interesting what a stray lightning bolt can do in an enclosed space.” Morrigan revealed with a chuckle. “Oh well... the place needed to be redecorated anyway.”

“Ach.”

“Enough chatter.” The War Goddess sighed before glancing into the blue sky above. “It’s a glorious day for a war.” She said then turned to her champion just as the sky became cloudy and dark. And upon recognizing her brother’s handy-work she laughed, “Good luck.”

Quinn turned her attention back to the ridge when a sudden downpour rained upon them from the heavens above. She grimaced. A bright flash from the disappearing goddess caught the corner of her eye just as two riders approached from the rear. She closed her eye and took in a calming breath once the pair had skidded to a halt on either side of her. “Kali... Jevin.”

“Quinn,” the regent acknowledged first.

“We await your command,” said Jevin.

As Quinn began to envision the fallen city in her mind’s eye she opened her eye only to glance over a shoulder and observed that a third of her brigade was moving into position. Two companies of 960 Armored infantry and Amazon Elite were lined up first. Ten paces behind them were the Archers and finally, her cavalry. Mentally noting that her artillery support was strategically hidden on her flanks while donning her helmet. “Let’s do this.”

Kali pulled out an aged, gray talon that was the size of her forearm from the pocket plane. This relic once belonged to Jozsua, the mother of all white dragons that was borne from pure magic. This ancient artifact linked the white dragons of the realm to the L´Emeraude Elves. She placed her hands at each end of the sacred item. Kali held it above her head, then closed her eyes and mentally chanted the sacred words that would summon them.

Moments later, numerous portals began to form in the sky above. Shimmering light radiated from the magical doorways and the summoned dragons passed through filling the early morning sky with their massive bodies.

~~~ # ~~~

Bertók was charging through his ranks with his cape flapping behind him when something caught his attention in the sky above. He abruptly pulled his steed to a halt and his eye grew wide at the sight of the white dragons approaching. A gloved hand went to his neck, pulled a bone necklace out from under his armor, then brought one bone that was ornately carved to his receding lips. He blew into it emitting a high-pitched whistle that could only be heard by the undead.

A helmeted Siraj chieftain dressed in regal armor rushed towards his general. “SIR!”

“Elek.” The dark paladin acknowledged to his third while donning a helmet just as the mounted chieftain skidded to a stop. “What is it?”

“They have dragons!”

“I realize this.” Bertók said pushing his visor up, then tucked the necklace into his armor. “But no worries... for we have countermeasures for this.”

“And they are?”

“Well,” Bertók started to say, but was cut off by a rumbling that was heard from deep within the earth. “First off...”

A large crack appeared, spider-webbed across the hard clay and branched off. The ground began to shift causing the land to collapse into itself and revealing two massive chasms. An eerie red light flooded out from the hellish caverns below and a spine-chilling roar echoed from within when a pair of bone dragons flew out then hovered as more of their bony companions followed suit.

“One should fight a dragon with a dragon if at all possible.” Bertók revealed as the bone dragon leader turned back to him.

The awaiting undead beast then bellowed out, “What would you have us do?”

“Destroy your living counterparts.” he ordered just as the creature craned its neck towards the approaching white dragons.

The beast spun around to their oncoming targets and roared to his fellow brethren to attack, “Stop them!”

“Give the signal,” Bertók ordered with a sly smirk. “We shall assault them from the ground as well.”

“Yes, Sir!”

~~~ # ~~~

A cohort of white dragons sped towards Menzotaro with the intent of bombarding it, but was intercepted by their undead counterparts. Leading them was a giant compared to his fellow dragons being at 130’ long, Dakarai possessed a unique gray patch upon the crown of his head. Narrowing his eyes at their oncoming foes Dakarai roared out, “Keep them busy!” Moments later, dragons were colliding with each other and air battle ensued. Massive talons clawed, enormous jaws crushed, bodies slammed into one another as pairs dueled off in the sky above.

Plowing through the mass of bones was Dakarai along with a trailing pair in a V formation. The trio sped threw the mass of bodies on their journey towards the city, followed closely by a pair of bones in hot pursuit. Darting too and fro as the hellish breaths lapped at their heels. Dakarai craned his neck back just as one of their pursuers was struck with a flaming ball from a catapult below. The flaming beast slammed into its partner and tumbled over itself on its rapid decent towards earth.

~~~ # ~~~

Quinn held her sword out as she rode her steed towards the approaching army. Within moments she was in the midst of them, hacking and slashing her way through them on her way towards their leader. A war cry emitted from her lips when she decapitated a Siraj soldier and maimed another. She then trampled over a pair of soldiers that were simply in her way and led her forces further into their ranks.

“QUINN!” Jevin roared just as he kicked off the soldier that was upon his blade. “LOOK OUT!”

Quinn heard his warning a moment too late for she was struck in the side by a war hammer. The force of the blow cracked a couple ribs, then sent her flying off the steed and into the midst of her enemies. And was swarmed by them before she had even hit the muddy ground.

“NO!” Jevin yelled out charging through the ranks slashing at oncoming foes on his journey towards his fallen friend. “QUINN!”

Quinn slammed onto her shoulder and heard an unnatural pop that signaled she’d dislocated it. A low growl left her throat as she grabbed her sword with her good arm and rolled onto her knees. From there it was two complete spins and she was to her feet while her surrounding foes were on the ground groaning in pain from their recently acquired knee and chest wounds.

She soon realized that one of her attackers was slowly climbed back to his feet and charged towards him. Her shoulder collided with his, effectively popping hers back into its socket. Roaring out in pain Quinn then impaled her sword into the gut of an oncoming soldier.

~~~ # ~~~

Elsewhere, Tychōn in his avatar form was lazily resting his head upon his hand with his long legs stretched out. “Your Highness is progressing quite nicely in her studies,” he congratulated his adept pupil while in midair. “Very good indeed.”

“Tychōn.” Areyn acknowledged with a lopsided one. Yet her eyes remained closed while directing her open hand towards him. She was comfortably dressed in tan breeches, a white shirt, knee high boots and a thin black cloak with attached hood. “Are you deliberately trying to distract me?”

“No, I’m complimenting you.” Tychōn remarked before turning to his focused student who was floating before him. “If I were to distract you,” his mind then thought of a perfect distraction. Let’s see what you make of this... “I would be more creative about it.”

The glorious meadow below them blurred and soon revealed hundreds of soldiers in a bloody battle for their lives. Swords clanked against one another while at the same time the throaty, battle cries of numerous warriors echoed all around them.

Areyn smirked at the familiar sounds of battle that grew louder and louder with every passing second. She kept her mind focused nonetheless on her instructor and moved her hand right, left, up and down. Tychōn’s body meanwhile followed her every move. She felt his eyes boring through her and snapped hers open locking onto his before taking in the sight of the warring below.

“Recognize it?”

Areyn shook her head.

“Look closer.”

She was surveying the unfamiliar battle when an intense throbbing erupted in her right shoulder and left side just as her gut knotted. Growling out, Areyn grabbed her shoulder thus distracting her enough that it caused her to drop Tychōn and unceremoniously fall to the ground herself as well. “W-what happened?”

“I don’t know.” Tychōn responded scrambling to his feet. He then rushed to her side and inquired, “Are you all right?”

“Yeah.” Areyn replied and was helped to her feet. “It’s down to a dull throbbing now.” Just as a wounded Quinn flashed in her mind’s eye second later. “It’s Quinn... she needs our help.”

~~~ # ~~~

Quinn was slashing at a soldier when she heard Storm’s protesting snorts and nays. A sly smirk grew across her face as she rushed towards her loyal steed who was bucking and kicking at the fool that tried to mount him. Slamming an open fist into the face of a foe that unfortunately spun towards her, then grimaced from the sudden jarring of her shoulder. “BLOODY HELL!” She sneered and observed Jevin and Kali skidding to a halt on either side of her effectively blocking any soldiers from approaching.

“Are you okay?” Kali inquired first while hacking at a Siraj on her left.

“I’m fine!” Quinn growled with clenched teeth then mounted her steed. “Let’s go.”

“Quinn, you’re hurt.” Jevin retorted, slamming a boot into the face of an Ogre. “I’ve got you covered,” he said. “Get out of here!”

“NAY!” Quinn protested. “I’ll be fine!”

Kali slashed at an ax-welding soldier, “You won’t do us any good dead.”

“Quinn,” Jevin affirmed, “she speaks the truth.”

“NAY!” Quinn protested just as she was teleported away along with the regent.

~~~ # ~~~

A handful of fleeting citizens were frozen in mid-step. Their bodies along with the buildings surrounding them were encased in frost two inches thick. Dakarai blew a breath of frost upon the city of Menzotaro as he flew by it. His sub-zero attack froze any living creature causing instant death for all those not protected against it.

Spying another target, Dakarai swooped down and snatched up a Siraj archer with his taloned hand then nonchalantly tossed him over a shoulder. His fellow brother caught the screaming Siraj with his massive jaws before devouring him in two quick chomps.

The dragon trio were all of the sudden besieged by a series of fireballs. Dakarai was singed as he rolled away, but one of his companions unfortunately had been a bit too slow to react. Its wings were literally shredded causing him to spiral uncontrollably towards the ground. The wounded dragon wiped out a mile long section of the city upon landing. Screams of the wounded echoed all around the downed creature. It shook off the effects of the crash only to be surrounded by armed soldiers that rushed out from the rubble. Realizing his dire situation the dazed beast countered their actions by spraying a breath of frost at his approaching slayers.

#

Jevin rode through the battling warriors, slicing and dicing as he steered his mount right. A bone dragon crashed to his left causing the ground to rumble all around them. His mount easily leapt over the beast’s tattered tail as it whipped out and continued towards the front line when a stray breath of hellish flame showered down on a group of men, torching them.

“Too close,” he grumbled. “FOR THE SOVEREIGN!” The affirming cheers from his fellow soldiers echoed all around him as charged through the downpour of rain, fire and ice that bombarded them from above. “KILL THEM ALL!”

DUSK HAS FALLEN

The dead and wounded littered the muddy battlefield as far as the eye could see. After observing the battle from the sidelines Quinn assessed that both sides were equally matched so far. No one really had won any ground today, but from what she could make out the city was effectively bombarded. She also noted that Dakarai had completed his mission at the loss of a handful of his brethren. And ultimately knew deep down that the price for victory would be the loss of numerous good souls.

A grimy Quinn stormed into her busy camp, passed by her saluting sentries and headed towards the center of it. Just as she pulled her steed to a stop before her own tent a pair of imperial guards approached. “Have Karis meet me at my tent.” She snapped before dismounting slowly.

“My liege...” the first spoke up. “He’s already waiting for you.”

“How?”

“A messenger rode in before you.”

“Brush him down and reward him with two apples.” Quinn ordered then handed the reins to the soldier’s silent partner.

“Yes, my liege.”

“No disruptions.” Quinn added before disappearing into her tent. She removed her helmet and waited for her eyes to adjust. With a simple nod she acknowledged her aged healer, approached the table and sat it next to the healers’ bag. “Karis.”

“My liege,” Karis greeted gesturing towards the steaming tub, “a bath has been drawn for you. I shall give you a few moments.” he added and took his leave.

Quinn unbuckled her sword, leaned it against the tub then worked on peeling off her water sodden armor next. “Thank you.”

#

Areyn meanwhile was leaning against a nearby tree waiting patiently for the healer to approach. Earlier, she had observed from her perch above the arrival of her lover covered in mud and gore. She so wanted to run up to her drenched sovereign, but kept herself in check. “Karis.”

“Highness.”

“How does she look?”

“From a quick assessment, it seems to be her right shoulder and her left side.”

“I thought so.” Areyn remarked thinking back. “She took her time dismounting.”

“Other than that she looks a bit annoyed I might add as well.”

“I bet,” grinned Areyn. “Being sent off the battlefield is one of the most horrid feelings a warrior can have.”

“Give me a few moments to check her liege over and then she’s all yours.”

“Good.” A smirking Areyn nodded. “I have an idea that could aid in her recovery.”

#

A hooded Amazon Queen was carrying with her a tray filled with bite sized morsels of food, approached the sovereign’s tent just as Karis exited. He held the tent flap open while each gave the other an acknowledging grin. And as she entered Areyn noticed that her lover’s back was towards her.

Quinn was now clad in dark green breeches, matching bra and shirt that at the moment hadn’t been buttoned yet, and shined boots. Her acute sense of smell instantly picked up the soft scent of lavender just as she heard the servant enter. Reminds me of Areyn... Dismissing the thought of her missing mate Quinn placed her arm into the sling and said, “Just place the tray on the table.”

“Yes... my lord.” Areyn responded in a Niabian accent that was an octave higher than her own. Keeping her head low she then placed the tray next to the blood-splattered helmet and turned to leave.

“Wait.” Quinn spoke next and turned towards the servant. That voice... She took in the cloaked individual with an apprehensive look just as her eye spied her sword that happened to be an arm length away. “Why are you cloaked?”

“My lord you need not fear me...” Areyn assured by opening her cloak a bit and holding her arms out. “For I am unarmed.”

“Hidden weapons are deadlier.” Quinn remarked while taking a special note that the voice sounded strangely familiar, even with the foreign tongue. A warrior’s... “Do I know you?” She wondered as her eye roamed over the short woman’s athletic body, assessing it.

“Perhaps.”

“Reveal yourself.”

“My lord, may I ask you a question first?”

Quinn narrowed her eye, “I’m not in a mood to play games.”

Ignoring the comment, Areyn’s hand leisurely traveled over the swell of her own breast. “I was sent here from a mutual friend of ours,” she revealed.

Quinn’s mind raced at whom this mysterious person may be when a familiar vibe bombarded her entire being. She felt as though the air around this woman radiated an inner strength as well as a raw power. Almost regal, she surmised, interesting.

“What if I said that I was sent here to pleasure my lord?” Areyn spoke next and was glad that her hood hid the growing smirk that grew.

“I would say that you’ve wasted a journey here.”

“And why do you say that?”

“I’m a very taken woman.”

“A pity.” Areyn sighed before reciting something she had heard long ago. “But my lord was it not you that said, ‘All the women in this world needs a little Quinn in their lowly lives’.”

Once her deductions were finally confirmed a lopsided grin began to form on Quinn’s face. Playing games... lovely lady. Yet, she remained indifferent as to play along with this little charade of hers. “That was long ago.”

“Are you not a tiny bit interested?”

Quinn’s grin turned into a mischievous smirk and wondered what her beloved’s reaction would be. “Well,” she pondered the offer while nonchalantly moving closer, “it really depends.”

The very notion of Quinn sleeping with another brought the Amazon Queen’s blood to a boil. Couldn’t wait, she fumed as loving emeralds turned dark with anger. “QUINN ETHAN you are-”

The sovereign took this opportunity to silence her outburst with a soul-melting kiss that left both breathless. They soon parted just as the hood fell away to reveal a surprised Areyn, whose anger had now subdued. Although plastered on Quinn’s face was a broad all knowing grin as she spoke, “Gotcha.”

Areyn’s eyes widened once she realized that her little game had been reversed, “How?”

“The air around you radiates your power M’lady.”

Grabbing a handful of wet hair, Areyn guided Quinn towards her awaiting lips. The soft kiss grew passionately rough as their tongues fought the relentless battle for dominance. A curious hand meanwhile snaked under the sovereign’s shirt, caressed the soft flesh of her lover and gently pulled Quinn closer yet. And once their kiss came to an end Areyn realized that she may be hurting her. “I’m sorry.”

“No worries.” Quinn assured then felt her trying to pull away. “You just got here,” playfully tickling her gal, “and you’re already trying to leave me?”

Areyn giggled, “Never...”

“Good.” Quinn grinned before placing a soft kiss upon her forehead. “You know I would’ve had to hunt you down if you had.”

“Uh huh. You’d do that for me?”
“Aye, I would.” Quinn murmured as her tongue outlined a tasty earlobe. “Without question.”

“If by some chance you DID get lucky and happened to catch me. What would you do then?”

“Lucky?”

Areyn nodded.

“Luck has nothing to do with it.” Quinn scoffed before adding with a touch of bravado. “It’s all in one’s abilities lovely lady.”

“Sure.”

“Ye who have little faith...” Quinn sighed just as a mischievous glimmer flashed within her eye. “I’d have to administer a ravishing that even the gods would be jealous off.”

Areyn was intrigued while drawing tiny circles on her lover’s exposed chest. “Sounds veeerrry interesting,” she purred. “How about we skip the chasing down part and work on just the ravishing?”

“My thoughts exactly.” Quinn acknowledged, but before she did so stepped back to retrieve something. “But I have something important to ask you first.”

“All right.”

After picking up the necklace that she had placed on the table next to her pallet Quinn untied the knot that kept the rings secured, slid them into her right hand then spun around. Silently she observed her awaiting lady who was in the process of pouring herself a goblet of wine. “Close your eyes.” She said just as Areyn gave her a questioning look. “Please...”

“What are you up too?” Areyn wondered, but did as she was told and closed her eyes.

“Your Highness, hold out your hand.” Quinn said and kissed her beloved’s eyelids before dropping to one knee. Her heart was racing as she took the offered hand, placed both rings into it and closed it with her own. “You can open them.”

And when Areyn opened her eyes she realized that her grinning lover was down on one knee. Her eyes locked onto a profound gray that was filled with such undying love. “Quinn?”

“I thought my world was complete... that is until I met you. Areyn, will you marry me?”

“Uh...” A slack-jawed Amazon Queen was utterly speechless. “Um... oh my.”

“Areyn?” A worried look overcame Quinn’s beautiful features. “Are you okay?”

After snapping from the sudden soupier she was in Areyn began to gather herself. Did she just ask me to? And her heart ached when she noticed the wave of worry that crossed Quinn’s face. “I’m fine.” she assured while caressing her face with a free hand. “And I would love to be your wife.”

Quinn’s eye widened as she climbed to her feet, “Are you sure?”

Areyn nodded and her lips were seized for a series of tender kisses. A beaming Quinn then pulled away and gestured towards her beloved’s hand. “Go on.”

She opened it and there sat two of the most exquisitely crafted rings that Areyn had ever seen. “Oh Quinn...” she breathed. “You shouldn’t have.”

“Do you approve?”

“I love it.”

Quinn gave her a gentle grin, slid the smaller ring onto her beloved’s ring finger and began to admire it for a moment. “It complements you, lovely lady.”

Areyn stared at the twisted ruby inlay as it glimmered in the candlelit room. “It’s beautiful!” She breathed and noticed that its matching partner remained in her hand. “OOO...” she vocalized and took the remaining ring. “You thought of everything didn’t ya?” She returned the gesture and placed the ring upon her consort’s finger.

“Well, not everything.” Quinn laughed placing a loving kiss on her beloved’s forehead. “I’m going to let you plan our wedding ceremony.”

“I am huh?” Areyn said untying the sling.

“Aye.”

Skillful hands quickly divested the sovereign of her shirt, bra and was now working on unbuttoning the breeches. Areyn stole kisses while guiding her lord towards the pallet and shoving her onto it. Quinn’s boots were removed as well as the breeches before unhooking the clasp to her own cloak and letting it fall discarded to the ground. Her desire-filled eyes were focused on Quinn’s as she bent down to untie her own boots. After casting them off, Areyn then ripped open her shirt and advanced with the intent of ravishing her consort to the fullest.

WARRING NATIONS ABOUND

A discarded helmet was reflecting the setting Sun when a lone fly landed atop it. Swarms of others were hovering over a battlefield of rotting bodies that still lay where they had last fallen. Layered and crushed into the earth by the living six months had passed racking up an unknown total of deceased on both sides. Alas, even more would fall before the day was through.

As the eastern winds carried with it the awful stench of death and decay a black moving mass circled high in the air. Vultures were awaiting their chance to continue their daily feast upon the dead. Two thirds of the emperor’s forces littered the field as far as the eye could see while the remaining had been pushed back into the ruins that was their city.

Chieftains barked out orders to readying soldiers for yet another attack in they’re already weakened state. “BE READY FOR ANYTHING!”

Bertók only shook his head at the horrid turn of events that plagued them so. The moral around him was grave, as was their situation. “Not good at all...” he grumbled. Observing the approaching army with disgust Bertók knew the inevitable. The final battle was at hand and his lord was safely barricaded inside his castle like a coward. “Damn fool!” The paladin muttered scolding himself for putting his loyalty into Iakoboi and not into the heeded warnings of his sister. “Areyn.”

“THEY’RE ATTACKING FROM THE EAST!” A chieftain shouted out. “RALLY UP!”

“FROM THE WEST!” Another yelled. “We need to flee!”

Bertók countered, “Hold your posts!” Shoving the thoughts of his sister to the side and withdrew his sword. “Do whatever it takes to keep them out!”

#

“I thought so,” Myron shrugged. “Quinn’s just going to love it.”

As a large orb revealed the images of his second loyally defending the city from invasion. Iakoboi was observing this from the safety of his throne room. Rage overwhelmed the emperor and devoured him like a disease. His glorious armies had dwindled down to nothing over all these months, as was his patience for his lord’s absence. “How goes my plan?” he snapped.

“Just fine.” Myron informed with a chuckle. “They’re worn down and battered, my mighty Emperor.”

“Good,” he nodded. “You have done well my little apprentice and you shall be rewarded accordingly.”

~~~ # ~~~

“FIRE!” Kali roared out.

Amazon archers released their missiles sending hundreds of arrows into the air, arched high in the air and came raining down upon their enemies. Fleeing Sirajs leapt from their posts only to tumble down the steep slope that surrounded and ultimately were slaughtered by awaiting soldiers at its base.

“Archers stand down!” Kali shouted next, gesturing. “Elite squads two and three forward!”

Lucia meanwhile was leading half her sisters up the western and the other half the northern slope. At the same time her squad of archers covered them by sending a hail of arrows into their enemies. “FOR THE QUEEN!” Lucia was rushing through a thicket of dense brush on her way towards the city when a lone arrow sped by the captain and struck a counterpart in the chest. “Keep going!”

Corinthian foot soldiers led by Jevin were simultaneously scaling over the city’s southern railings when they were confronted by the emperor’s men. Blocking an Ogre’s club from smashing his head the paladin shoved the club back, slashed with a reverse horizontal strike at his oncoming attacker’s midsection before sidestepping the intestines that spilled onto the ground.

#

Elsewhere, Quinn and a squad of mixed Elite and Imperial guards traversed through a dark tunnel that stank to high heaven. Floating debris trickled by them as well as an occasional snake or two during their underground journey. This hidden sewage drain they were transiting through had been found two days prior by scouts who’d witnessed a trio of Sirajs fleeing the ensuing battle.

A glowing orb guided the sovereign towards a rail fence that had been recently pried apart. She halted the procession with a wave of a hand and proceeded to take in her sordid surroundings for any little surprises that could pose a problem for them. After finding none, Quinn climbed through the bent bars and was now standing in a large circular room with two tunnels leading further into its depths and a metal ladder that led up was attached to a slimy wall.

Quinn chose the ladder, advanced up it and was soon halted by a metal grate. Noticing the flickering of a torch flame from above she paused a moment to take in the room with her keen hearing and found only silence. Her hand cautiously reached up to the grate to see if it was locked and it wasn’t.

As she pushed it open enough for her to take a quick peek she grimaced when its hinges creaked. Nonetheless Quinn took in the sight of the large wooden crates that had been stacked two high around them. Realizing that they were inside a warehouse of sorts she lifted the grate open and climbed out. After maneuvering through maze of crates she finally approached a large door just as a familiar voice caught her ear.

“Out of my WAY!” growled Bertók. He backhanded an Amazon while passing by a group of battling soldiers on his way towards the warehouse. Kicking in the door he rushed up to a lone crate that sat in a nearby corner and slid it aside. Little did the paladin know that as he descended down the secret stairwell another set of eyes watched his every move.

Quinn now smirking waited for the crate moved back into its original position before whistling to her hidden men to follow. She leapt from her perch, approached the secret door and repeated the paladin’s actions that would soon lead her into the belly of the beast, the lair of the emperor.

#

Rounding the corner with her fellow Amazons in tow Lucia skidded to halt before the massive castle just as an explosion erupted and sent her flying back. A wave of flame shot out from the booby-trapped door, torching anyone within fifty feet of the courtyard. Their painful screams erupted all around as they desperately tried to put their burning bodies out.

“What the hell!” growled Lucia observing in horror as her friends and foes withered on the ground. “No.”

#

Amazons led by a battle-worn Kali rushed through the battered streets in search of their enemies. Upon clearing their section of the city the regent guided them towards the emperor’s grand castle in search of victory. “THIS WAY!”

“Kali!” Cyma skidded to halt before the regent, “Seems that the emperor has set magical traps along the perimeter of his castle.”

“Damn...” Kali muttered assessing their plan once again. “Figures.”

“Jevin is also waiting in the courtyard for you.”

The regent nodded and knew in the back of her mind that the emperor would be devious enough as to make it impenetrable. She knew this wouldn’t be easy, but had been so preoccupied that she had overlooked this important detail. Nonetheless, she came to the unfortunate conclusion that it would be too risky to disarm them. Like it or not she had to wait and hope that Quinn was more successful in her endeavors.

“Send word to Lucia and Jevin that we won’t be storming the castle,” she ordered. “It’s too risky. Tell them that I’ll be there momentarily.”

“As you wish.”

“PULL BACK!” Kali yelled to her sisters. “I want a perimeter set up NOW!”

#

“My liege,” a Corinthian scout sprinted towards his awaiting leader and said in a whisper, “the coast is clear.”

“Good.” Quinn nodded as she stealthily moved down the hall, which would lead them further into the emperor’s lair. Taking in the lush décor of the dinning room on her right she turned back to her party. “Find Myron... bring her body to me.”

“Yes, my liege.” they all said in unison.

Quinn continued down the hall and was rounding the corner when she heard the blood curling screams of her own men coming from her prior position. “Bloody hell!” She grumbled realizing too late the fates of them. Quinn hastily backtracked it towards her men and skidded to a halt at the sight before her. Littering the spacious hallway were numerous piles of ashes that could only be the remains of her unlucky men and standing at the far end of the hall was her traitorous second.

“Quinn...” Myron purred in delight, “that won’t be necessary. Sovereign dear... I’m offended at your lack of proper etiquette. Using the back door instead of the front.”

“Myron,” Quinn’s eye narrowed readying herself for the ensuing battle. “Are you ready to die?”

“Tsk... tsk... tsk,” she chastised, “that just won’t do.”

“Ach.”

“Sorry to disappoint, but I’m afraid that I must leave you to your own entertainment for now.” And gave her ex-leader a little wave before disappearing. “Bye!”

“Damn you Myron.”

AT HAND THE END SHALL BE

“DAMN YOU!” Iakoboi roared in disgust. “DAMN THEM!”

“Emperor, you must flee-”

“Don’t tell me what I must do,” he spat glaring at his defeated second. “I WILL not leave.”

“But...” Bertók started to say, but was brutally thrown back by an invisible hand. The force of the blow sent him crashing through the far wall before colliding with the hallway wall outside where he slid to a heap. “Ugh.”

“A travesty,” Iakoboi shook his head. “FAILURE SURROUNDS ME!”

“It sure does.”

The emperor spun around the room in search of the disembodied voice belonging to the Amazon Queen. “Show yourself AMAZON.”

“Only if you ask nicely.” Areyn said appearing before him clad in her trademark armor with her arms crossed at her chest and Akshan sheathed at her side. “Better?”

“Oh much.” Iakoboi grinned. “Your dear brother lied to me. Seems you’re alive and well.”

“Sorry to disappoint you.”

“It makes no matter,” he shrugged. “I’ll just have to finish you off myself.”

“By all means... Let’s do this.”

#

“Stupid...” Bertók grumbled while he dusted himself off. As he was scrambling to his feet he perceived a pair of strange boots that stood just to his right. “What the...” he vocalized then followed the pair of legs up.

“Howdy.” Quinn flashed him a sly smirk before sending him flying with a swift kick to the face. “Is the boss having a bad life?” she taunted. “What a shame.”

“Fuck you!” He growled withdrawing his sword and charging at her. His blow was blocked and he was shoved back for his troubles only to be attacked with a horizontal slice to his gut.

#

A fireball smashed into the far wall causing the flames to scale up the stonewall. Areyn had easily deflected the minor spell with a wave of a hand while an electrical energy formed in the other. She then countered his attack with a bolt of lightning of her own.

Iakoboi dove out of the way just as it disintegrated his throne. Another glowing orb was already forming within his hand once he had rolled to his feet. He then threw it towards Areyn who’d side-flipped away before retaliating with a series of lightning bolts his way.

“Reirrab acigam.” A smirk formed upon the emperor’s face as he finished casting a protective spell. The magical barrier effectively absorbed all the bolts that were about to strike his person. Chuckling at the mere thought of this Amazon possessing any magic he taunted, “Well-well seems that the goddess finally blessed you with something worthwhile after all.”

“And it seems...” Akshan remarked while he was being unsheathed, “that you like to hear yourself talk.”

“It sure sounds like it.” Areyn added and

brought her sword up. “Either way we shall end his banter soon enough.”

Iakoboi held out his hand just as a flaming sword appeared in it. “Think so huh?” he sneered. “Well, bring it on little girl.”

#

The clanging of swords echoed as the dueling pair struggled to find a weakness within the other’s defense. Quinn ducked, high blocked, hopped, low blocked before kicking Bertók in the groin with a swift frontal kick that sent him back a step or two. She then took this opportunity to assault the paladin with a series of oblique upward strikes as well as reverse oblique.

Blocking them all while maneuvering further down the spacious hallway Bertók returned the strikes with a reverse horizontal slice then an oblique downward strike.

Quinn on the other hand, jumped back from the gut strike, high blocked the next and shoved him back into a small table.

“So, tell me how if feels to be a lackey for a moron like Iakoboi.” She taunted twirling her sword. “I bet as good as being one of the undead... eh?”

Bertók narrowed his eyes at his foe, “You’ll find out soon enough.”

Quinn flashed him a lopsided a grin in return.

#

Blocking the counter attack that almost decapitated him Iakoboi purred, “Oh SO close.” He laughed and kicked Areyn in the groin before disarming her with another swift kick. “But not close enough.”

“Damn.” Areyn caught his foot just as he was about to kick her again and snapped his ankle. Pulling him off balance she then shoved him back and observed his conjured sword bounce twice on the ground before disappearing.

Pain was raking through the emperor as he climbed painfully back to his feet. Trying not to put any weight on his broken ankle in the process Iakoboi spat, “I’m going to kill you!”

“You can’t even walk--let alone fight me.”

“We’ll see about that...”

“Bring it on!”

“Niahc Llaberif!”

Just as Akshan flew back into her awaiting hand a series of mini fireballs sped towards them. Areyn somersaulted away from the flaming projectiles just as each barely missed hitting her. After her final somersault she changed directions and proceeded to do a series of flips, back, back and side.

As the flaming orbs were continuing to shoot out from the laughing mage’s hands Dark eyes narrowed at the sight of his fleeing prey. “Come on...” following her every move with a vengeance, “take your medicine little AMAZON.”

Areyn was picking up her pace while circling the emperor in an attempt to close in. As her mind calculated the distance between she guess estimated that it was close enough and attempted a side flip towards him. But was all of the sudden struck by a lightning bolt from above and slammed hard to the ground.

#

Swords were locked at the hilts and neither budged an inch. Frustrated Quinn grabbed Bertók’s wrists and shoved him back, but was surprised when she in turn was roughly slammed against the wall. She expelled a low grunt just as the interlocked blades drew closer to her face.

“Feeling the pressure?”

Focusing all her strength into pushing him away Quinn growled, “NAY!”

After forcing him back she twisted her blade as to unhook it then unleashed a fury of horizontal and reverse attacks against her startled foe. As Bertók was desperately trying to block the fury of attacks that seemed to grow in strength with each devastating blow he felt his reserves depleting fast.

Quinn seized the retreating paladin’s error by slicing off her counterpart’s sword arm at the elbow and sending it flying before giving him a swift kick back. She caught the discarded weapon with her free hand then began to twirl both swords while approaching her scrambling foe.

#

Areyn gasped for breath as the staff was pressed against her throat. Damned her luck. Still surging with energy that had been inflicted on her prior she focused all her strength into removing the mage’s staff from her throat.

“How does it feel to be at my mercy?” Iakoboi queried applying more pressure. “Good huh?”

“Fuck...” she breathed. “You.”

“Oooooo... feisty.” He purred just as the Amazon Queen held his staff at bay. Iakoboi was trying once more to crush her larynx when a powerful uppercut snapped the magical weapon in half. “NOOO!” The emperor roared and knew full well that his magic was halved now. “DAMN YOU!”

Rolling to her unsteady feet she ran up the emperor’s body and flipped back, kicking him in the jaw with both feet in the process. Areyn rushed forward as he stumbled towards the balcony. She flipped completely over him, twisted and landed right behind him. With her hand latched onto his jugular while the other held him by the middle.

“Release...” Iakoboi gasped for breath and struggled to break free from her hold. “ME.”

“As you wish.” After ripping his jugular open she discarded him over the balcony railing. And as Areyn observed the flailing mage descending towards the charred courtyard below a feeling of relief overcame her.

A wide-eyed emperor watched in horror as the ground moved closer yet. His mind hadn’t even registered his fate when and a moment later he collided with the cobblestone courtyard below. And the sheer force cracked the stones beneath and sent blood and brain matter splattering around the yard.

“The emperor’s been defeated!” Surrounding soldiers cheered, “HOORA!”

Kali was plowing her way through the cheering spectators that were swarming around the downed ruler and warned, “Stay back!” Withdrawing a dagger she cautiously approached the gurgling emperor just as his image shifted into the person’s true persona. Their eyes locked. And her heart raced at the sight before her.

“Myron!” She growled then slammed her dagger into the mage’s chest embedding it to the hilt. Myron’s eyes widened. Kali waited only a moment for the murderous bitch to die before proclaiming, “For Sibyl.”

Realizing where she was and what was about to happen Kali roared out to the ever growing crowd, “GET BACK!” Moving a safe distance away she warned, “EVERYONE STAY BACK!”

“Damn.” Areyn vocalized just as she witnessed the scene from above. “Then where’s-”

“Right behind you dear,” laughed the real Iakoboi.

#

Quinn impaled both swords into the dark paladin’s gut and shoved him into the wall effectively pinning him against it. Yanking her own sword free she then severed his remaining arm with a flick of her weapon and drawled. “Now don’t go anywhere ya hear?”

“DAMN YOU!” He growled.

“Times up Iakoboi.”

“FINISH ME!”

Ignoring his pleas she sprinted around the corner towards the emperor’s throne room in search of the dark ruler himself. When Quinn heard the familiar sounds of battle ensuing from the very room she was now approaching. “Bloody hell!”

“Wait...” Stone crumbs sprinkled to the ground as Akshan struggled inch-by-inch to free himself from his prison. “Till I free myself.”

Areyn meanwhile had only a second to react once the swirling black-death orb sped towards her. With a bounding leap she flung herself over the railing just as it passed over her.

“AREYN!” Quinn called out in horror while witnessing her beloved’s exit. “NAAAYYY!”

“Glad you could be present for your partner’s demise.” A smirking Iakoboi spun around to his newest guest and acknowledged her by throwing an disintegration spell her way. “Before departing yourself.”

“BASTARD!” Quinn rushed forward, flipped over the orb and continued to advance towards him. Anger filled her as she used an oblique upward strike that just barely missed his chin by a hair.

As he stumbled back in surprise Iakoboi proceeded to block every strike with a recently materialized staff. Although faltering a bit each time the powerful blows struck, the emperor soon realized that his reserves were dwindling from all the physical attacks against his person. Needing to distance himself enough to use his magic instead he blocked a reverse horizontal strike then transferred a bolt of lightning through the sword upon their weapon’s contact.

This unexpected energy sent Quinn flying back. Stunned and smoldering, she lay there wondering what had just transpired. “Ugh.”

A bemused Iakoboi chuckled. Tapping his staff to the ground twice the wind around them swirled into a whirlwind. Snatching up anything not tied down it gathered speed and intensity, as it moved towards a dazed sovereign. “Now,” he sneered, “sweep the lowly lord off her feet.”

Scrambling to her feet Quinn heard an eerie whistling echo around her. Chunks of the throne and debris were circling her, and soon drew closer yet. Quickly she ducked, blocked and evaded the flying projectiles when she stumbled back from being impaled by a shattered section of a mage’s staff.

“Oh,” observing her plight the emperor taunted, “did that hurt?”

“Bloody hell!”

“I bet it did. Well, let’s just say it’s a farewell gift from your pal Myron.”

Yanking the staff shard from her left side, Quinn then threw it towards her nemesis. And with a narrowed eye she released a menacing growl his way. “Time to die.”

“No matter.” He laughed and brought up his staff. “Let’s end this shall we?”

“Let’s shall.” Akshan affirmed just as he severed the mage’s staff welding hand with a quick swipe.

“NO!” Iakoboi roared out grabbing his severed wrist and realizing too late that another sword had been thrusted into his gut. “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?”

Quinn smirked and with a brutal twist of her sword, yanked it free. “Give Vidar my regards,” she sneered when a sudden explosion rocked the courtyard below. “What the?”

Areyn in the meantime, was riding the wave of heat back onto the balcony above, flipped over the railing where she landed in a crouching position. With a sigh of relief Akshan returned to her hand and her eyes locked with a hardened gray that had softened in an instant upon her presence.

Time slowed and Quinn’s heart raced at the beauty before her. She was alive. A lopsided grin was beginning to form when she realized that this was almost over and focused back to the task at hand, the death of Iakoboi. Just then the sovereign spun around with her sword outstretched and used a high reverse horizontal strike to administer the fatal blow. And as the blade slit Iakoboi’s throat a smaller secondary explosion erupted on their right.

“QUINN!” shouted Areyn. She shielded herself with a hand and witnessed in horror as the blast slammed the dueling pair into the wall. “NO... no... NO!”

Quinn, now dazed, rolled away from her gurgling enemy and climbed to unsteady feet. “Whoa.” She vocalized before stumbling to the arms of her lady. “Areyn?”

“I got you.” Areyn assured and held her victorious lord close. “You did it.”

“Is... he...” she breathed, “...dead?”

“Looks like it.” Areyn replied just as Akshan was snatched from her hand. “Hey!”

“It ends here.” Quinn said simply. Side stepping away she then spun towards the stumbling emperor and hurled it his way.

“No need to hold your breath...” Akshan sang while sailing towards Iakoboi, “for destiny is at hand!” And a moment later he passed through the mage’s chest and exited out. “FA... la... la... la.”

Areyn knowing what she knew grabbed the discarded sword belonging to Quinn. “Let’s go!” She said latching onto her consort’s wrist as well then teleporting them both away.

“Hey!” protested Quinn. And when she soon realized that they had reappeared in a crowded courtyard then turned to her lady in bewilderment. “How in the bloody hell did you do that?”

“Seems I’ve gained some new skills.” Areyn grinned and held the weapon up. “Mind?”

Quinn shook her head in bemusement and watched as her beloved sheathed the sword. “I guess so,” she said in an afterthought.

“GET THE HELL AWAY FROM THIS CASTLE!” Areyn yelled out to the celebrating soldiers that were beginning to surround them. “MOVE IT!”

“Congratulations!” Kali said just as she too ran past the victorious monarchs. She gave them a quick wink before roaring out to her fellow warriors, “MOVE YOUR ASSES! GO! GO! GO!”

“Lovely lady,” Quinn started to say when she heard her Head of Security a few paces over. “Jevin?”

“Get up, get up!” Jevin shouted. “Move up ye boys!”

“Nonetheless,” As Quinn gave him an acknowledging nod she grabbed Areyn’s hand and led her away as well. “We best be moving as well.”

“Wise indeed.”

GLORIOUS IS EDEN

“THIS CANNOT BE!” Zâral roared slamming his fist into a nearby wall and shattering it. His eyes glowed furiously as he witnessed his chosen being defeated in such a manner. “NO... no... NO!”

“Face it bro,” the Goddess of War sighed. “Your guy was a loon anyway.”

He sneered.

“Deal with it... at least he died in an honorable fashion.” Morrigan remarked just as she propped her feet up on a conjured footstool. “Considering.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking...”

Just then there was a bright flash of light as Anitra appeared before them still dressed in her gore incrusted armor. “That YOU interfered,” she snapped then hurdled a fireball his way.

The surprised Storm God wasn’t fast enough and was struck in the chest by the flaming ball and sent soaring. His writhing body slammed into a statue of the God of Death, effectively smashing it. “NOOOOO!”

“OOO...” Morrigan vocalized with a smirk then chuckled. “Vidar’s going to be SO pissed!”

“How dare you!” The Goddess of the Hunt scolded her older sibling. “YOU attacked MY daughter!”

“She deserved it!” Zâral retorted leaping to his feet just as she bombarded him with more fireballs.

“YOU BASTARD!”

He hastily deflected them all before countering with a lightning bolt of his own. But the bolt never reached its intended target for it was vaporized a second later. “What the?”

“ENOUGH!” A feminine voice belonging to the ever soft spoken Mother of all gods roared all around them. Usually Gaia was a silent observer that tolerated her offspring’s feuding, but not today. “Look at the destruction around you!” she exclaimed.

The fighting pair averted their gaze from each other before taking in the destroyed room around them. Huge holes plastered the walls, a section of the ceiling had collapsed and five statues out twelve representing each God lay shattered upon the debris-covered ground.

“I didn’t create Eden for you two to destroy it,” Gaia scolded. “Now clean this mess up then meet me in my garden.”

Morrigan chuckled at her sibling’s plight.

“Morrigan,” Gaia said next, “in the garden NOW.”

EPILOGUE

Assessing that they were safe enough from whatever may happen next, Quinn came to a halt. “Seems far enough,” she said. “Don’t you think?”

“Should be fine.” Areyn affirmed then turned her attention towards the straggling few. “LIGHT A FIRE UNDER THOSE ASSES! LET’S GO!”

Quinn grinned at her beloved’s taunts.

Just then a series of explosions erupted from the defeated emperor’s throne room sending out a wave of heat and debris from the balcony and onto the courtyard below. The violent blasts weakened the foundation causing the castle to collapse in itself while its towers swayed to and fro before tumbling over in a heap as well.

Witnessing the remnants of the emperor’s castle from afar Quinn interlocked her hand with Areyn’s. Knowing that the battle was finally won, a new beginning awaited them in the distant horizon. One that she hoped would affirm their eternal love and bring them closer yet. As a gentle grin played upon her face once she felt her beloved squeezing her hand in return. A simple gesture reassuring her heart that Areyn was here to stay. Contented with this Quinn turned to the love of her life and pulled her in for a soulful kiss that would seal their futures for all of time.

THE END

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