Night is just beginning to fade, the air crackles with war, elves fighting dwarves, dwarves fighting Orcs, Orcs fighting Trolls, the land is in uproar, the screams of the land can be heard echoing, the clash of metal, the soft singing of an arrow, the painfilled moans of those wounded, some dying. The small creature dashes out to the balcony, peering over into the chaos of the land, he senses her, his mistress, slowly ever so quietly coming to stand beside him, the magic surrounds her brushing soft kisses of tingles against his flesh, he says not word to her, not his place, he simply points to slaughter down below, he glances up to watch her eyes shift over and down to the going ons below. Her voice a soft caressing whisper that mingles with the gentle wind..."When I am tired of this foolishness. I shall stop it. I am the Goddess of War, I am good and then I am bad. I am light, but then I am dark also. The Reaper is my date on some nights, The angel on another. I am fear, then I am comfort. All these things and more. And to think if these mortals didn't bicker over stupid trival things. I would cease to exist." She becomes silent as she gazes down on the scene before her, the small creature at her side holding his thoughts and tongue. Dumb mortals there's more to life than this, so much more to enjoy, to share. She thinks quietly to herself as she waits for dawn to embrace her with the soft glows of the sun, then....then she will decide Credits: Daz, Runtime DNA.... Morphs, lights, settings, added textures, story, etc...Mine Thank you for veiwing