moonrosemikioko

I walk stealthily, trying not to step upon any twig or leaf that may give me away.  I am 300 years old, but that is young for a nation.  Sword at my side, I crouch in some grass, waiting to strike at my enemy.  I am only a few hundred yards away, although I have the landscape to my advantage.  Still on the hillside, my scarlet eyes scan the Roman troops for their general, Midus.  It was  2,054 against 1, the odds were not in my favor, but I knew I would win.  I had done it before and will do it again today. Of course, this is what I lived for.                                   *                      *                      *