(Synn)<br/><br/>A soft silvery light had appeared in the distance, reflecting against the shadowy landscape, seemingly devoid of any color. The light would grow closer to Zion and as it did, a silhouette of a woman within the light could be seen. A striking snowy haired maiden wearing a white sheer flowing gown sparkling with diamonds that billowed outwards across the ground behind her. She held something in her delicate hands as she approached Zion.<br/><br/><br/><i>My dearest Zion</i>she softly spoke, or did she say anything at all? Her sumptuous pink lips had not moved, yet he could hear her comforting and affectionate words within his head as if they originated there. Her voice, like an angelic song.<i>You are weary my love </i>she said as she waived her left hand in a circular fashion. A large flattened tree stump pushed up from the ground so that he could be seated and relax. She placed in his lap clothing so that he would no longer be unclothed and without boots<i>. I have brought you proper attire and a gift </i>she said as she smiled down on him, admiring his figure.<br/><br/><br/>She held the present within her robes as she waited for him to get dressed. Just before he pulled his shirt over him, she pressed her palm to his chest where the burned “H” was still visible. Her right hand smoldered and heated up to a searing temperature, yet there was no pain as she removed the symbol of the heretic from his flesh. Then, she kissed his lips lightly before standing upright once more. She pulled out from her robes a magnificent great sword intricately engraved with specific hieroglyphics pertaining to his faith. The hilt was tightly wrapped in the finest leather and jeweled with precious stones. She paused and waited for him to open his palms so that she could lay the blade gently down as the edges were exceptionally sharp. She then laid the imprinted leather sheath and belt that it would attach to down next to him on the stump. Small foliage and tiny delicate buttery flowers sprung around the casing.<br/><br/><br/><i>You have a heartbeat for war Zion, but you have never fought a war like this</i>she whispered as she walked around behind him, keeping her left hand on his broad shoulder.<i>I have brought you back for this very reason </i>she continued as she leaned up against him, her breasts pressed firmly into his back and her white hair draped now over his shoulders, teasing what flesh was exposed still.<i>I’m going to challenge you</i>she teased, dragging her fingertip across his left cheek until her fingers wrapped into his hair. She gradually tugged his head backwards against her chest as she regarded him, her ice blue eyes piercing his soul, the soul that she had returned to him just moments ago.<br/><br/><i>You were heartbroken by your Queen, someone you revered greatly</i>she stated,<i>but alas, she was not to blame for your demise my precious Zion</i>. The Goddess completed her walk full circle to return to face him.<i>There is a dark mage that sits beside her in the high court. This abomination is the cause of the downfall of their Church and even though I revel in her fantastic efforts to rip them asunder, she is a dangerous thing that must be controlled at all costs before her influence extends to our homeland and crushes it. </i>She knelt down in front of him and placed her hands upon his thighs.<i>Are you ready Zion?</i>