The Iron Cast

Freya

As a mouse gazes up at the towering lion, so too does she. Armored silhouettes eclipsed by the high sun send dark shadows looming down upon her. Wielding blades strike like falling timber as she dances through the shade, parrying the attacks that seek to take her life. She emerges into the noon glow, her iron cast armor shining with the radiance of her relentless tenacity. But she halts her weapon inches from flesh, and forgives their misguided judgments. Let her laughter ring eternal in their minds as she gracefully withdraws from combat.