idalie
ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ʙᴀʙʏʟᴏɴ
The Wolven Queen
At night I still hear the screams
Haunted by everything you took from me
But lying there in my blood
I vowed to myself that my day would come,
When you hear my battle cry
Fire and wrath burning in my eyes
You kicked a Queen to the floor
And raised a warrior.
These scars will never heal
So I bandage them in layers of steel
Till I see a girl no more
But a she-wolf ready to win this war.
At night I still hear the screams
Haunted by everything you took from me
But lying there in my blood
I vowed to myself that my day would come,
When you hear my battle cry
Fire and wrath burning in my eyes
You kicked a Queen to the floor
And raised a warrior.
These scars will never heal
So I bandage them in layers of steel
Till I see a girl no more
But a she-wolf ready to win this war.
The North was once a proud country, the powerhouse of iron ore and agriculture; proficient in seafaring with some of the best sailors in the world. They were rich, pleasant lands of rolling green hills and dark winters. Pagans following the ways of the Old Gods, connected to the Earth with deep, ancestral roots. It was a day in Midsummer that the boats came, shadowing the horizons with foreboding. The wise-women had whispered of the comings that would turn the ages, and they came in the shape of an Empire. Thirsty for war, greedy for money.
The Eastmere Empire started with offering trade and through time turned the Northern tribes against one another. Their infighting weakened them, so when the time was right, the Empire began to purge the wise-women, the Druids, those who had divine power. Next they came for the chieftains, offering to leave them be if they signed a declaration of obedience.
- Their only trading partner would be the Empire.
- Every first-born son would be a soldier of the Empire.
- Their right to religious freedom was forfeited, and they would outlaw praise and preaching of the Old Gods.
- They would be ruled by the Emperor and fall beneath his domain. All land would be the property of the Empire.
Tribes who resisted were wiped out. Yet pockets of men and women who still held the Old Ways dear created an underground resistance. They would not let the North forget. It was during a dispute of land between the Empire and one of the Tribes, that a chief was killed. His daughters raped. Wife beaten. They were the Vadinii. A warning to those who might argue against the rule of their divine Emperor.
His wife was known as Ailith. Her Highness, the only survivor.
Her screams, her begging, her call for mercy; would wake the North from mountains to sea. A bereaved mother, a native, and the wife of a murdered man. A She-Wolf would rise from the remnants of her slaughtered family with a thirst for blood.
War is not a woman's game. But she could no longer fight with her words and raised a blade. Ailith called the Three Great Tribes to the Grasslands, bearing new scars of her mistreatment. Now was the time to rise.
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