A Legend

Before they knew the gender of the attacker, they called them "The Deadly Moth."

They would strike around campfires, killing efficiently in the circle and disappearing.

In an attempt to catch the Deadly Moth, the imperials raised an entire village they believed the Moth was in.

There were six children left alive. They would become her cubs. They dubbed her the Bitch when they realized it was woman of considerable fighting ability. When she left chief military warden's head on a spike as a warning, the dubbed her the Lioness.

One day, so they say, she took a husband.

Mother taught them to hate. Father taught them to fight.

Her fighting was too brutal, too ugly. She would move through legions like deadly wind; her fearsome reputation only augmenting her already considerable fighting prowess. Father taught them more restrained methods, but they certainly learned speed and precision from their mother. And anger. They learned to harvest a bounty of anger, reaped from field sown with hate.

Emperor Yargarik the Elder wisely declared the land a "No Man's Land," and turned his attention to conquering other countries.

His successor, Yargarik The Younger, foolishly believed he could tame the land of the Lioness and regain the honor she had cost his family.

Seemingly he forgot about the Sons of the Lioness.

And so the second war began.

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