The Maiden who found the sword.... Armor shining in the sun, a lone soul sat upon a white war-horse tall and proud. Helmet at her side, her loose hair whipped in the wind, a youthful soft loving face peeped beneath. Her lighted eyes show wisdom that surpasses this earthly realm. And behind her a moldy damp stone castle stood erect. The smell of mold merged with the stench of rotting bodies, a bitter and unpleasant smell to inhale, but common during war. The clinging and clanking of steel against steel rang all around her as warriors strove to kill their combatants, merged with the piercing screams of terror and pain. And the relentless faint sounds of crunching bones gave way to horse hooves. Held in her right hand the young female warrior displayed a white flag. It vibrated in the strong wind, a symbol of God held above for all to see the glory of God and His angels. -------- I chose this text, ( from - http://www.stjoan-center.com/topics/Nicole.html), because when I peered at what I had turned this photo into..it seemed that the maiden (that being myself) was looking up into a ray of light in awe. As if seeing an angel, or in this case..a diety gifting you with a kickass sword and a heroic mission :) Ive always been inspired by Joan of Arc, and I think if Ive captured her passion at least image wise, Ive done by best to spread her fame. (not like I bloody need to, everyone knows who Joan of Arc is lol) Hope you all enjoyed :) Thanks Self - Selfish - Selfless