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she screamed and pulled free her sword and danced to her battle stance,
she cried her war cry and swung her blade into the air...the smell of hell or maybe fire flooded the air and the blood from the wounded dried into the land..one by one they fell but she stood poised like a pillar unstoppable and unremarked , her wounds deep ,but not showing to eyes on the outside of her skin, she held them tight to her heart on the inside was her indifference . no man would stop her, no war would move her to shake she was one and she was everything.. the trees and the wind the air and the sun, she knew her power and the power she had was in her hands, her eyes more animal than human at the moment of nonresistance... she would rather take death head on than to bow or cry to any man nor war before her, she was the dark dawn the very last moment of time its self she was the bearer of all that was lost..and time has never stopped as it had that day, the sun danced behind the moon and the lunar brought fourth the end of an empire...
worlds crumbled and only one walked from the ash...
a woman was more than just born to the wild she was born.......
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