The Old Gods

Vyraj

People around the globe considered woman of Walnia to be the most delicate creatures, with their astonishing beauty and elegance, they compared them to the magnificent white swans. They were raised to posses the knowledge about maintaining the household, about the beauty of all kind of arts, just a single touch of a Walnian woman could turn everything into the pure magic, and so they were the most wanted woman. Kind, compassionate, educated, obedient, they were the most perfect woman any man in the world could simply ask for.

But the more someone knewNobid about the world, more rebellious he will become. And so in the spirits of such a woman, the fire was burning, the fire that sometimes, in the calm mornings, when they would prepare the breakfast for their families, would tell them that they could do everything differently, that they could escape from their perfect lives into something more.

But now they had a chance, to burst the flames inside themselves.

On the pale snow, the army of woman was standing with the swords in their tender arms, ready to learn to fight their way into the life.

"I am asking you once again, are you sure you want this?" Zorya asked.

"Yes, my Queen, we decided that we want to become warriors." Gwen answered.

"Once you dive into the world of blood and wars there is no turning back. Before you make your decision, I will give you a chance to watch in what are indulging to, because today, you shall follow me and my army into the quest to fight off the remaining Viking troops. Of course, your life shall not be in danger, you shall be observing the battle from the safety." Zorya said.

If she was going to raise an army, of those woman, who seemed to be everything except the soldiers, she needed to know that they posses the heart of warrior, that they are able to take someone's life away, to defend themselves and their home.

"Going somewhere Queen Zorya?" Avram asked approaching her with Jonah and Darius.

"You know you are not going alone, are you?" Jonah asked and Zorya chuckled at them.

"Of course, my beloved husband would not allow me such a thing, so I assume that all three of you are coming to fight by my side, even if that is completely unnecessary." Zorya said.

"That is correct my love." Darius said approaching her with a smile on his face.

As every woman seemed enchanted by the presence of their mysterious Queen, they bowed their heads, but Darius noticed only his Queen and nobody else.

"Then we have no time to lose, we shall get going before the Vikings think that we are forgetting about the fact that they are still on our land." Zorya said.

"And you are taking this woman with us?' Jonah asked.

"We are willingly following our queen Ser. Jonah." One of the woman answered blushing at the eldest King's brother.

"They shall simply observe the fight, before I begin teaching them to fight." Zorya answered.

"I see...Maybe I could help you with your little school of war?" Avram asked, for a moment, Zorya felt a slight mocking in his voice.

"No offense, but I don't think so Avram, you have a fighting skills of a puppy." Zorya answered making the woman chuckle at her words.

"I told you not to mess with our Queen Avram, you got what you deserved." Jonah told his bother.

Soon, the army was on their horses, heading to the battlefield, where they shall continue their fight, against the remaining Viking troops, and completely banish them from the kingdom of Walnia.