She sits atop a bronze spire, looking down upon the people that could've been her devout followers and believers. She sits atop a church of a god that took her place, watching people flit in and out of a church that could've been her own temple. She sits atop a tawny wild horse, watching a battle she could've influenced. One soldier catches her eye. A knight too short to be a male, a knight too beautiful to look away from. That was when she knew that this knight would be the one to restore her power, to restore her status as a true goddess of war. The only thing standing in her way was the heart of this lady-knight, and she is desperate to win it.