An Anthem of Light and Darkness

Releasing unfinished novel that will be worked on depending on public view, but wanted to put out public regardless.

"The ground rumbles, the apples burn, the smell of death lifts in the air. My breathing grew slower, falling into step of the march, until I could no longer tell the difference between the faint rhythmic motion of my footsteps, and the sensation of smoke and death, filling and emptying my lungs". She had been marching for days. Finally the day had come that her true ambition comes to light. Her army marches on the left, her friend on the right, looking forward to what is the last hope of her dynasty. She stands ready, lifts her white silk cloak made from the lowlands, and begins to draw her sword. Gently motioning it forward to the man she grew to hate. In his eyes across the battlefield lies hatred, in her eyes she sees opportunities. At last the boon is heard, the warriors of their empress mount a charge, the clicking and thunder are heard as they roar across the battlefield. At last the empires worthy foe, an empress from nothing, to the empress of light has appeared before them.