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A Fateful Battle

Her ideals or her mother?

By Mason WaltersPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
Eloise in her armor

The rising of the dawn meant Eloise would take the mark of El Roi, her god. With her sword in one hand and her fiery dagger in the other, Eloise looked out towards Babylon. Men and women of all ages kneeled behind her as she donned her golden helm. She lifted the sword next to her face as it gleamed with glory from above. “CHARGE,” Eloise cried as she ran toward the gates of the wicked city. Enemies fell before Eloise’s blades, but when Queen Jezebel came before her with a flaming spear, Eloise hesitated and could only say, “Mom?”

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Mason Walters

As a kid I dreamed of worlds where magical powers exist and nations are constantly in power struggles. When I became a Christian, I realized I wanted to devot my ideas to the Lord and here I am writing them down. Writing is a fun art!

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