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The chains dug in to his wrist's, each movement cutting new scratches and spilling more blood.

The battle was fierce, the ground turned to mud after the blood of many had soaked into the infertile ground, the sounds of dying men and mortal combat filled the daytime sky, such carnage on a beautiful day.

The warriors axe had slain many that day, he did not see the arrow until his back arched in agony to the protruding shaft that brought him to his knee's.

This was nothing to him, pain was his ally, he rose again and slaughtered more enemy soldiers, they who were not men to ransack the holy temple and destroy the quiet village that lay beyond it, their conquest was met with valour and diginty as the villagers defended their home and right to believe in the divine femine that gave them life.

The warrior felt another arrow pierce his collar bone, making his axe arm useless, he fell to his knee's , more arrows pierced him, the pain brought about the enemy of unconsciousness and pulled him from his battle,

The warrior awoke in chains, heard the enemy guards gloat at the idea he was to be made an example of, yet he heard their curse's as they lamented their defeat.

The warrior smiled, cracked and bloodied lips, he smiled.

He fell asleep safe in the knowledge his home and goddess were secure, and that further attacks would be thwarted such was the resolve of the maidens warriors, such as he.

In his sleep a figure appeared, dressed in flowing garments and lit up as if the sun was heralding her mere presence, the warrior bent to one knee and lowered his head.

A hand made of pure light lifted his face to look upon an ethreal beauty, his wounds were no longer and were as they never happened.



"You have done my bidding, you have saved your kinsmen and have honoured all by your conduct upon the battlefield"



A single tear traced his cheek as he looked upon his maker, the women he had loved and served all his life, he gently clasped her hand to his face and felt a peace that had eluded him for many years.



"Your reward is to spend eternity by my side as my lover and protector, your name shall be sung through the ages".



The warrior rose and walked into the dawn with his goddess.



The enemy soldiers found no prisoner, but to this day and Axe of a mighty man was plunged into the ground, never to be removed and heralded as a an icon to all his people, for they knew he watched over them, and their goddess.