Chapter 1

Naked as the day she was born, she stood on the hill watching the battle on the field below.

Not a person down below saw her, but all knew she was there. Some waited for her, some anticipated, some feared.

Impassively, she witnessed the bloody skirmish below. The anguished cries of the dead were louder than any sounds of the battle, their mournful cries and sobs even reaching her from afar.

She observed it as one of the soldiers ran full speed across the field. She did not know why the action caught her interest in a field of action, but her eyes could not leave the darting woman. The woman below ran as fast as her legs could take her, away from or towards something.

Suddenly, the woman below stopped. Her gaze did not waver from her target ahead as she swayed slightly momentarily before collapsing. An explosion of blood could be seen erupting from the side of the woman below, who fell to the ground, unmoving, once her body hit the earth, except for the waning spirts of blood, quickly growing smaller as her heartbeat ceased.

For Ni’hil, that was the signal that it was time. It was not an official signal – that would never come from the commanders. But she knew that she was needed.

She was not completely naked. Two belts hung from her waist, carrying various tools of her trade. She pulled out two fingerless red gloves from one belt, putting them on. As she moved her fingers hanging at her sides afterwards, her fingers danced with hints of static electricity, part of the magic of those gloves.

From the other belt, she removed two small devices. Without a second thought, she inserted the smaller device into her anus, feeling with satisfaction the soft, gentle vibration of the device. The second device, she inserted into her vagina, the smooth, gentle vibration of that device working in conjecture with the first.

Her pre-battle dress completed, Ni’hil stood at the hill, still invisible to the rest of the world, before breaking off into a full run towards the heart of battle.