The sun reflected in the heavy item I swung through the air as if it was nothing. A swift movement was made and I cut the firm tree in the front of me in half. Cleanly, the tree fell apart. As the two pieces hit the ground, I sheathed what has become more of a friend to me, my golden sword "Su-El Tulipa".

My strength was such that it could be on par with those of men. In fact, there's been times where I have beaten men in wrestling and lifting. It was always embarrassing to them and a triumph for me. From when I was born, my body was different from that of the ordinary female and especially different from the body of my younger sister Lapis. My body lacked the typical feminine frailness. My bones and muscles were strong, I wasn't skinny nor chubby, but I was muscular and well trained. My figure still had its feminine and curvy form, a little more obvious than most females even.

My parents told me that when I was born, it took my mother several days to press me out of her womb. She went through great pain and out of the six children she birthed, mine was the hardest birth. She became sick and bedridden for a month after my birth. The village elders helped her to get better - otherwise she might have never recovered, might have never been able to have my 5 younger siblings.

My bones and my muscles were advanced from the day I was born. The village elders inspected me and came to the conclusion that I was the village's only child which possessed such a high level of Godly blood.

I never fully believed in that. I always thought that many of the things we were being taught from history books were exaggerated, and I wouldn't be surprised if many of those things were lies too.

I never once in my life felt Godly. I felt like an ordinary girl, with a body stronger than most other girls. And I trained this body with passion to become even stronger. I'm sure there are women like me around. Maybe not here where I lived. This place had a strict rule about the roles of males and females. It was only thanks to the connection of a friend of mine, that I was able to get a position in the Alharas Almalakiu. I was the only female soldier serving the Almalakiu Althaani. This was a small country which was part of a section of 5 other countries who were absolutely ruled by the richest King in the world - Nabonahid king of the Khalijian peninsula. Under him served the 4 Almalakiu Althani or "Lower royals" who ruled their smaller countries on their own but were undoubtedly controlled by the rule of Nabonahid. For example, the small countries ruled by the Lower Royals, were not able to go to war on their own. To defend their country on their own if under a attack, to make decisions about migration, to make decisions about foreign supplies. It all needed to be approved by Nabonahid first and foremost. From time to time, I heard the people of this land - Kuwsiya Aseel was its name, complain about what a tyrant Nabonahid was and how they wished to become a free country of their own.

While I had no ties to this country, being half Pardesian and half Miltatrifian, I was still able to understand them to a certain degree. However, the loyalty to my Almalakiu Althani would never fade.

"The beautiful tulip of the oppressed nations." My thoughts were interrupted when one of my comrades approached me.

"It's hard to see you as a mere comrade when you're this beautiful. I could look at your beautiful face all day and not be bored of it. When you swing your sword and your pitch black hair dances along with it! It's a sight that's been filling my dreams as of late!"

"Really now Abdallah? You came to me just to say that? You've known me for long enough already. Words of that kind are not going to impress me at all." I shrugged my shoulders.

"If you don't have anything of value to say please leave me alone. I'd like to train in peace." I continued, not giving him a look.

"Oh...! Well actually I wanted to say you've been summoned by the Almalakiu Althani."

Huh? I was surprised, he didn't often bother summoning any of us, especially not those of my position.

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"Now?"

"Yes, now."

"Alright. Thank you for informing me, comrade Abdallah."

I nodded him thanks then went on my way to meet my Master. As I walked I felt the eyes of Abdallah following my every movement. I didn't want to know what he was thinking as he looked at me so intensely.

There were some more steps ahead before I reached my Master. I nodded to him as I entered and stood firmly before his desk. My gaze lowered.

"Raise your gaze, Lady Sanaaz Saidi."

I did as he told me to and for a long moment nothing but silence filled the room. Our eyes locked. I kept my eyes on his in wait to hear what he had to say, while I wasn't able to determine why his gaze upon me was so strong.

"You truly are a wondrous being my Lady. It took me long enough to address one of my guards as Lady. And I'm still not over the fact that a being can be so beautiful yet so ruthless and skilled in battle. Women usually want to meet their prince, get married and raise children. You however, don't seem to bear any of such desires. You comb your hair, you use makeup and you paint your nails. You're a feminine woman and yet you don't fear a sword being raised at you. You don't hide and wait for a man to save you. You fight and kill the threat yourself. A woman like that is not easy to come by. It interests me you know... ever since you've been here and I watched your movements, I'm stuck thinking of you. I didn't yet figure out why that is.

But I think my Lady, I could need a piece of advice from you.

My head has been hurting since last week. There's a conflict with a neighbouring nation and I do not know how to solve it."

I raised an eyebrow, surprised.

"You want my advice? A commoners? One foreign to this land?"

"See my Lady, you being of mixed heritage makes you far from a commoner in my eyes. And not only that, your ancestors built two great civilisations. History forgot, but I have not. Take a good look at these books on my shelves. They're all about ancient history, the creation of this world and its mysteries."

"Master I don't mean to sound rude but as a Believer in Gods that were my ancestors' rivals, shouldn't you hold contempt for the lands my parents came from?"

He laughed half-heartedly.

"It is indeed true that the Gods of your parents' lands murdered many of our Gods and even humans and animals. Yet, why would that leave me with a grudge? No not in the slightest. I respect Milat and Pardesia, for what they've built and given our world. And I'm intrigued to have a woman stand before me, who carries the blood of both these nations within her.

And you've proven several times that you're not in the position befitting of a soldier - a woman with your talent.

Henceforth I name you General.

I want you to lead our armies, to train them and to strategize.

And as for the matter at hand- our conflict with the self proclaimed children of fire - I expect you to find a way to take their lands. They've stolen those from us, our history and our culture and they dirty it with the perverted claim of worshipping an evil God, worshipping the fire that brings nothing but destruction!

That includes gaining permission from our King to Wage a war against the Children of Fire of course. He's not an easy one to talk to, but maybe the soft wits of a woman, your talent and your intelligence will make him understand we are in the right!"

"My Master, you honour me!" I fell to my knees and bowed to him, showing my appreciation. Gaining the position of General was no easy task. And I never even once thought about becoming General, being a woman especially it was more like a dream than a reality.

"Do not thank me. I thank you for being such an improvement to our reign! I can see our future whenever I see you fight! You are the spirit we so need! Never ever let anyone put you down or ridicule your worth because you are a woman! I too mocked you at first. I had fun bullying you by having you fight the strongest of our men. I wanted to see you defeated and accept that you're the same as any other woman - a vessel to bear children and serve her man. But you're different.

You're unbreakable. You've been punched into that beautiful face by them, your reproductive organs have been kicked again and again. You spat blood. Your bones were shattered. And yet you stood strong and fought until you defeated them.

You might as well be the reincarnation of the Goddess of War. The undefeated Mistress of Pardesia."

His eyes seemed somewhat crazed as in a sudden movement his finger ran over my face down to my neck. Salvia could be seen dripping from his mouth. Was it his excitement? I didn't like being complimented so much. I was a human. I bled as any other human bled and I hurt as any other human hurt. My endurance was a little different. But I was by no means a Goddess. I was just stubborn and strong.