Sanguine

She opened her eyes and blinked. She looked about her and wondered at why everything was sanguine.

Everything felt too real. Maybe she was not real enough. She tried to interact with her surroundings but she passed through.

Then the drums started. She felt them thrumming deep in her soul. She smiled, this was war.

She took a good look at what was around her, a military camp deep in the throws of pre battle build up. Nervous men were tightening down leather jerkins, or polishing shields. War axes and blades were settled onto belts.

She walked through the camp taking note. She quickly picked the cowards out first, usually they were alone, but there was a knot of ten who she knew would cause a lethal break in the line. She saw the men who were here out of determined fear, she knew they wouldn’t be strong enough for what was to come.

She felt the men who were full of passion, eager for a fight, eager to prove themselves, and eager to die for their country, she would remember them. One man above the rest stood out to her, he was empty. Empty of fear, of passion, empty of worry and empty of uncertainty. She smiled, this man would do great things.

She approached him, he was bowed over his blade, praying?  She wrapped her arms around him, feeling his power, she smiled. He would be granted access.