Dreams

Queen Rachel found herself standing on the battlements of a fortress, wearing her armor. An exquisite suit of shining steel, mostly formed from chain mail with hardened tungsten steel plates protecting her vital organs and critical points on her body. In the center of her chest her royal crest was proudly displayed. The stylized image of bright, deep blue wolf bearing her fangs. On her left arm was her shield, a light yet strong and durable piece of art which displayed Selena’s family sigil, a blue three headed dragon. In Rachel’s right hand was her broadsword, with its hard, springy, unbelievably sharp blade which extending to 37 inches in length. It’s grip, finely tooled brown leather, adorned with silver and sapphires.

In her sleep, the queen realized where she was. “What am I doing back in the siege of Cairo?” The 20 years war reached its peak here with 50,000 Roman soldiers fighting tooth and nail against 500,000 Iranians, and winning. Rachel expected that she would be reliving the battle just as it played out in real life, but she wasn’t on the battlements at this point in the battle, she had been preparing to lead a flanking maneuver to **** the enemy to fight on a third front. Then, she saw something which definitely hadn’t been in Cairo with her that day. She was a glowing white orb, moving away from her. The queen felt compelled to follow it. Rachel sheathed her sword and hooked her shield onto her back, and followed the orb. It led her down off the battlements and out a side gate. Continuing until they reached the banks of the Nile, the orb finally stopped. Then, the same voice from the **** chamber spoke, “Hello again Rachel. I’ve come to help you figure out a solution to your military problem. Oh! I’m God, by the way.”

Naturally skeptical at the idea that God wanted to help her defend against the Iranians, Rachel asked, “Why do you want to help me?”

God replied, “Because I like a fair fight, also the Iranians keep starting shit that they can’t finish and I think that’s really funny. So I’m helping you fuck them for the laughs.”

In that moment, Queen Rachel just sort of knew that God was with her on this one. She said, “Okay god, how can I solve my military problem?”

“The answer lies, my child, in the cloning of man slaves. Take all of the man ****’s you can get your hands on, clone them several times each, and train the clones to be war slaves. Give them decent enough equipment and have them throw themselves at the enemy. Also, lock them all in chastity and reward the ones who do really well by letting them enjoy some of the captured war prizes, after the officers and commanders have taken their own war prizes.”

“Of course! Why didn’t I think of that??”

“You did,” the orb said, “you’re dreaming and God doesn’t really talk to humanity very much anymore.”

And in a flash, Rachel woke up, knowing what she needed to do.