Nicola exited the Temple..her handmaidens were there to greet her and wish her well. They brought her steed: Prince:  a shining white charger that galloped across land as if he had wings. She hugged each one and stepped back to look at them all..<br/><br/>"Each day ..make a sacrifice to Nike and supplicate yourselves before her making yourselves and me, worthy of her aid. She is a fair and loving goddess but must be admired and honored! "<br/><br/>Nicola mounted her faithful charger putting her hand to her side where her jeweled dagger lay- once belonging, it is said and passed down, from Nike herself. Nicola's spear was at her right foot ready to grasp and throw if needed.<br/><br/>She took off in the direction of the west, somehow knowing that is where this battle would be fought. As she galloped away, a white wolf, quietly ran behind her- some believing it was Nike's guard that protected her high priestess at all times.<br/>