Chapter 7

“She was a warrior queen,” It said. “She

ruled over some of the early peoples. In one battle, she only

brought a small army. They were defeated by an opposing tribe. She

was captured and over thirty men lined up to take her. It seemed

that it was her day to die. The king of the other tribe pulled her

into his tent to have his way with her first, but she was smart.

Somehow in her capture, she carefully hid a knife inside of

herself, and when the king went to enter her, she disemboweled him

with a few small movements. She left the tent with the king’s sword

and a rage. Before she left, all of those men were dead. People

swore that she was full of great magic. Later, she would be called

a banshee, and a goddess. She was strong and powerful. There were

lots of other brave people in your lines. None though, had the

courage to summon me. You are the strongest.”

“I don’t feel like it,” Seamus said.

“Great warriors never do,” It said.