Bronze battles.
Bronze-plated armor, half-sister of Athena and Aphrodite.
A warrior by circumstance, her gentle nature hidden behind the armor.
She could take lies and wrap them in compassion, and still fight the battle.
In bloody wars where the mind is gone and the sword moves by itself—
where soldiers become more animal than human—
when the dirt of the battlefield turns to mud mixed with the blood of the fallen,
it is she who whispers into the ears of those who, with a sword at the enemy’s throat, still glimpse their own humanity.
She walks the battlefield alongside the soldiers, moving delicately between clashes, saving as many as she can.
After the battle, soldiers—no matter the side—kneel and join her army, pledging their swords to the bronze of her armor.
“Thank you,” each soldier says.
