The drumming of a march. The horn of an advance. These were foreign, to Eudoxia. Not once had she been a commander. Always the scout. Always the moral support. Even as Geirdriful, a Valkyrie, she was no commander.
But today fire burned within the Icyene's heart. A deep fire, once an ember, now an inferno. Vengeance called her. For thousands of years, her target lay out of reach. But now, she could be found.
And her husband avenged.
Her fiery spirit had a poor effect on the world, however. As she ignited with anger, so too did war boil to the surface. Only one blinded by vain love could be left so oblivious to what she was about to do.
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The One True Nat
22-Dec-2017 04:15:08
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