Kingdom of Ash

Onward into battle they charged, undaunted
and raging.
The queen atop the white stag did not balk
with each gained foot toward the awaiting
legions. She only flipped her sword in her
hand—once, twice, shield arm tucking in
tight.
The immortal warriors at her side did not
hesitate, either, their eyes fixed upon the
enemy ahead.
Faster and faster, the khaganate’s cavalry
galloping beside her, the front line forming,
holding, as they neared the first of Morath’s
back lines.
The enemy turned toward them now.
Pointed spears; archers racing into position.
The first impact would hurt. Many would
go down before they even reached it.
But the front line had to make it. They
could not break.