No romance... v_v. Just a test whether I can write anything else other than mushy sick fucked up ugly fantasy romances... Enjoy... ----------- Dented shield, bloody sword, no helmet, rusty armor. The warrior slowly put her sword on her belt and walked forward. Drink the blood of thy enemy. She moved up to the stone and looked up. On top of the stone there was a goblet embeded in emeralds, rubies and diamonds. Seek the goblet which has thy blood. She hikes up that little hill and reaches for the goblet, and succeeds. Drink the blood... Be the Greatest of all... Thy enemy's blood... No regret... She slowly lifted the cup above her air and mumbled a blessing and a prayer to God. "God I pray onto you. Bless me, my men and my country, for my men have served well in the war. Thy blood I shall drink I ask of your permission. Amen." She lowered the goblet to her lips and slowly drank the red liquid. Savoring the bitter taste... Killing without grief nor remorse... Commiting many sins... Murdering many... Stealing and Pillaging the innocent... She tastes thou blood of thy enemy. --------- v_v. Fudge. I give up...