As
she opened
her eyes, the once
blue sky was now covered
in shadows of black.
Crows hovered
above
her
with their
extensive wings creating
a dome above the arena.
The winds of freedom swirled
the hairs from the fallen warriors
that now laid on the ground.
She tilted her head left
to find her fellow friends
being the ones lying on
the floor with splashes of scarlet
covering their body. She tilted
her head right to find bodies of armed
women lying still on the ground. She took
three deep breaths and lifted her upper body into
a sitting position. Her trembling hands now wore red gloves.
Her armor had patterns
of the same color dipping
down. She looked over
her shoulder for her axe
that now floated in a
crimson ocean.
Regardless of the pain
she stretched her arm to
get hold of her weapon
and gripped the handle
tight. The echoing
screams flowed
as a melody
through the battlefield. Anger rumbled and decision roared. The resound crashing of metal is heard from all directions. Their long braids whipping from side to side as they dodge the blades. Ponytails whirling as they run carrying their liberty. She stood up with her axe still in hand. She had the heart of a lion, the loyalty of a dog and the will of a woman. She was strong. She knew what she wanted. She was the rebellion. She was hope. She was power. She was the tigress.