I stood victorious over my rival, sword posed to kill. Blood trickled down my face in rivulets into my mouth. I spit it subconsciously, only faintly tasting the metal. He looked at me pitifully, humiliated to be beaten by me, a woman, and bested in strength, power, and resilience. I felt no mercy for his breed. I had met too many like him in my days in the world. The ones who beat their wives and daughters and then beg for mercy when his courses pay their dues. I saw his black darty eyes move to something behind my left shoulder. Curious, I turned to side of the moon, and, unknowingly, saw the familiar nightscape of Athens for the last time. I recognized him, and greeted him warmly. "Master! You have finally come to join me in my vanquish-"
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FantasyThe name struck fear into the souls of her enemies. Her eyes pierced deeper than her sword did. She erased her name from the legends of old with blood. Her name was Elgeron, the only Amazon to carve the settings for Greek legends. Her name was Elger...
