"Hello, My name is Mystic, I will be training you today" my hair tied up into my helmet, masking my true gender. I scan the group of new soldiers, getting an idea of which would be the strongest.
The crowd was made up of muscular, male, elves in chain armor, awaiting my orders. If any of them new I was female I would be punished immediately, but I couldn't leave the army, it was everything I knew. I loved battle, I was the head of the military, why leave now.
A smaller elf pushed his way to the front of the crowd, waving his hand in the air anxiously. "Sir, when will we begin our training?!" He asked curiously.
"We will start immediately" I answered with a stern look on my face.
The small man smiled eagerly, obviously way to excited to begin. "Thank you sir"
"Now, who here has ever fought in an actual war?"
Few hands raise. My face floods with worry.
"We are going to change that soon"
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Mystic
FantasyMystic is an elf, she fights to defend her land and saves lives. As the leader of her villages army, she keeps her gender a secret and fights with men. Until a particular soldiers changes that.
