THE BIRTH OF WAR.

Goddess Septima.

She was born from the devotion of her followers. The aspect and concept of War given form.

Septima looked down upon her mortal followed and as she did so, the War Goddess's eyes glowed red, the same red glow that all of her followers had with them and as she looked down upon them, Septima did not speak, but rather, she tilted her head and she smiled at them. To spite just recently being born and recently coming into existence, her knowledge was vast and her knowledge was great and uncompromising. It was clear to her that this men and women had been the ones to give her, the very concept of War, honor, strength and endurance, a physical form from which she may interact with this world.

Septima looked down upon them and as she did so, an aura of reddish energy started to form around her and this Red glow gave her an unmistakably holy avd sacred appearance for those gathered before her.

And as she looked down before the army before her, as she looked down the Phokus soldiers and Penelope alongside her sisters Septima descended down closer towards them... Her blood red scarf and blood red cape flowing masterfully in the wind, glorious and free.

Priestess Penelope looked on in shock, but she was also filled with the unmistakable feelings of joy, shame, contentment all coming togheter into one mission from which she could not describe nor ever hope to describe.

Septima than gazed upon the soldiers all around her. The very same warriors that had just performed

All around her, Penelope's soldiers, thd warriors of Phokus that had survived the battle than found themselves kneeling... They did not know it, but they were forced into kneeling, as if the mere presence of Septima alone was somehow, compelling them to kneel down as their bodies literally disobeyed them as they kneeled down in veneration of beloved Septima.

However Penelope and her sisters were left standing there avd as they stood, Penelope and her sisters all had tears falling from their eyes, tears of joy and shame falling down and gliding from their cheeks and than falling to the ground.
Yet Penelope's tears didn't stop flowing out as she looked upon her beloved Goddess, shame and joy overtook her, shame in the fact that she believed that she did not deserve the honor of meeting her beloved Goddess and joy in the fact that she had.

Penelope than said with a weak, humble voice.
"My beloved Goddess Septima... You... Came."

As Septima descended, she stopped just infront of Penelope and there, with a smile she spoke with a booming, yet calming voice for the first time to her followers
"Penelope... Priestess of the faith, warrior of the faith, my beloved follower... First among my Septimians."

Penelope bursted out into tears, she was merely a humble Priestess in service to Septima. In her eyes she is not worthy of such praises and she felt great shame.

However, upon seeing this display, Septima said
"Fear nothing, my dearest Penelope. There is nothing that you have done worthy of being ashamed off nor is there anything you need regret." she said.

"M-my Goddess..." Penelope said with a weak voice.
It was at this moment that she knelt down in veneration and she was followed by her sisters who also took the opportunity and knelt down in veneration.

Septima smiled and descended yet further, until she finnaly touched the ground, her metallic boots touching the soft and yet blood soaked earth that lay just below her.
And when she did, it was as if the ground itself was staring to have an unnatural red glow. Septima's power was so strong and powerful that the very ground itself was being affected merely by her presence. Red cracks in the earth formed immediately and from them a red glow, a red energy showed.