First meeting

A woman held the survival of her people

It has never happened that the fate of a clan fall in the hands of a women and, that at a very young age.

Emily Simpson used her fingertip to wipe the tears falling from her eye as she listen to the story of how her family was murdered by the rival clan the Bate.

It was no secret that her clan was inferior to all other tribes, for they have never joined the war or assisted in it and their daughter where given as tribute for protection to the Bate.

Anger crept in, slicing through the numbness. She didn't need

them and never would again.

Swallowing her pain, she stiffened her eyes to the hill top the land seized by the Bate, an ancestral land known for it magical properties. History has it that one born of pure blood could will its power, under the right circumstances.

It has been generation since the prophecy was told the tribe have waited for him over five hundred years, and when it was time, the queen give birth to a girl, Emily, her appearance was nothing like they have ever seen, she was as beautiful as the gods, and her ability was non to other.

In other to secure his kingdom the king announced the birth of prince and the princess, hiding the fact that the gods blessed him with just a daughter, only few trusted men knew that the prince was adopted

On they eight birthday a prophecy was told that the Princess Emily would rule over their clan, conflict broke within the clan and she was sent to the human world with the queen.

The king owned a family legacy in the human world, a generational business which she managed and her brother ruled the kingdom

She has not been in the super natural realm for over fifteen years, and today she stands over the grave of her father, brother and warriors of her clan to make a vowel, "blood for blood"

"We need a leader" one of the Nobel spoke

Making his way, he stood in lnfront of the crowd "I pince Luke, brother to the late king will take over, and i promise of to ..."

"Uncle you seems to forgotten that your brother has a daughter and wife"

obstructing his speech, walked to stand beside him

"I think the princess must have fancied the human ethics" the people muttering filled the aura, with heads turning to face each other. One thing was for sure, the tribe was not accepting her a their ruler "let me educate you, in here you have to know our values, you must be a refined warrior and i don't see any of this in you"

"Neither do I, uncle"

"I think the Princess should concentrate on her marriage to the prince of Bate as a treaty of peace and formation of a new alliance"

"Will my uncle want to from alliance with the once who killed his brother, my father" turning to face her clan "What about your children, their blood, will you be able to sleep knowing their sacrifice was for nothing"

The crowd went into an argument and the audience was divided into two, yes they were minority but not coward and because the never gone to war for a long time doesn't mean they couldn't lift weapon on their enemies

Seeing the division among the people Luke though of the easiest way of getting rid of Emily and having his reputation clean

"Since my nice is interested in the throne, i call for a duel, any man who is brave enough should come and fight to the death, as its in our tradition"

"I Princess Emily, daughter of king Jerome, do accept the challenge"

The people fall into silence, no one stood.

No one dared to, knowing Luke fighting skill, his position as the commander in chief of defense was earn from his hard work, and his obsession for power, the account less of people he slay in account of treason during his brother regime

"So be it" said the shaman

When a duel is set the shaman had to analyze to see if the fight and the penance where fair, and today was no different as the royals was brought to before the gods and each pledge to fight to death

"What are the rules for the duel" asked the shaman

"We fight with anything and everything to the death" Luke said straight his hand to Emily for a hand shake

"Than I accept, to the death" taking hold of his arm

"The gods favour his chosen one". The shaman words echoed in the ears of everyone as the took they place.

"Let the fight begin"

Emily closed in on him, firmly holding her sword over his shoulder. Luka circled away from her, keeping his sword in motion and continually changing his guard and stance.

Luke roared angrily and slashed down at Emily's head. Emily countered by raising her sword high and striking horizontally. Her blow offset Luke's, and as she swung the tip of her sword sliced cleanly across Luke's face.

The gods favor his people and the righteous he perverse. As Luke screamed out in pain and clutched at his face, Emily moved in close. She impeded Luke's sword arm, gripped his own sword halfway down the blade, and plunged it the ground.

Luke's screaming stopped. He gasped, choked, and stared at her with a mix of surprise and malice. The crowd let out a mix of excited cheers and mournful cries as Emily held her sword above her head and let Luke fall on his knees.

Standing at the foot of the hill as exiles she turns to address her people "today they took thousands of us, tomorrow will take millions of them. We will show no mercy to does who took our children, husbands, fathers and compelled our daughter to become sex toy we will fight for what is ours. Who is with me"

The crowd took her name upon their lip, as they did in time of her father

"I think we have lost too many people today uncle, your wisdom is need in this war"

"I will forward to paying the kindness you have shown me"

The one who the hand of the gods have rested upon, always find victory in every journey he embark in.