Zana, an Amazon Warrior looking for blood and vengeance.

Finally the time has come. After a month long siege, and a three day cease fire you will finally have vengeance for the loss of your sister and mother in the battle of Elaina. Standing on your galley, dressed in light plated bronze armor, with sword and throwing spear in hand, your sisters open the wooden gate you used to prevent the Athenian from escaping the doomed city, allowing your galleys to sail in.

At the head of the fleet was Queen Xira the Head Taker. The young dark haired woman came to this city to avenge her mother, Queen Hyphiroe, and make a name for herself. So far she had succeeded in the latter, personally claiming two of the mercenaries heads who murdered your family in that cowardly ambush, claimed the title of Queen of Masson, giving your sisters a large stretch of land to concur once you were done with this foul city, and was able to forge several strong alliances despite her extremely hot temper.

You are Zana, a daughter of Arias, and commander of your platoon of light hoplites. You are nineteen years old with light skin, green eyes, and fiery red hair. You have already proven yourself to be among one of the strongest of your sisters along with your shield sisters Rises and Dena. Rises is a proud dark haired beauty of Polares descent, the daughter of one of the general of the amazon army, and was even rumored to be the daughter of the Lord Marshal. Greatness was in her blood and you loved her dearly.

Dena however was a bit more of a mystery to you. She is a Daughter of Lycaon, and like most of her sisters she was more wild woman than amazon. Unlike you and Rises, who wore finely crafted plated armor, Dena was dressed in a small fur bra, a loincloth, a few feathered and bone charms around her wrists, ankles, and neck, and bore several blood red tattoos. She had dark hair, dark skin, a strong toned body, and unnaturally blue eyes, witch was not uncommon for the sisters of Lycaon to have. She was an absolute beast both on the battlefield and in bed.

Your mission was to lead you sisters in securing the river, liberating the women of this city by converting them into amazons, and bringing vengeance to the men who murdered and defiled your mothers and sisters. And of course laying calm to the ill gotten loot the city was hoarding.

One by one your ships docked at the edge of the river, your sisters flinging grappling hooks over the stone walls, and locking their slim galleys into place. The plan was to cut the city in half using your ships then converting them into bridges so that the rest of the United Armies could cross, until then you and the rest of your sisters had the honor of drawing first blood on the wealthiest of Athenapolis.

Finally the time came for you ship to make land fall. As you sisters at the edge of your galley readied their grappling hooks, you and the rest readied your javelins. You could already see several poorly armored men and women manning the river walls, throwing stones and sharpened sticks at your vessels. If they were anything like the **** rabble you had to fight at the river gate when the siege first started then this was going to be a boring war indeed.

Once your first target comes into view, a man in a ragged white robe armed with nothing but a butcher knife, you flung your javelin towards him and impaled his through the chest. The man had an unusual look of shock and relief as he clenched the large wooden pole sticking out of his chest before falling dead on the ground. He had to have been through hell to see **** as a relief.

After you had claimed your first kill of the day, you joined your sisters in lowering the gangplanks and disembarking into the wealthiest side of the river. You drew your sword and, with a blood curtailing scream, change the river walls.