The towering blonde Goddess had spoken and the people of the city had no choice but to obey, obey or be crushed beneath her irresistible feet
Armor, shields, and spears were salvaged. Horses, chariots, and bows were prepared. All the while the Goddess lounged regally on the acropolis overlooking the city, casting it's streets into shadow far beneath her. It was as if a mountain had grown up there overnight, a new landmark on the cityscape. A mountain of bronzed curves, and golden locks, her imperial smirk terrifying all into greater haste in their preparations.
The king of the city was Demetrius and he became her liason. The general of her army and her voice among the people. She told the once-great king that the Goddess of the neighboring kingdom had angered her. That the people of Isis would soon suffer the wrath of Athena!
Days later the army marched. Athena's shadow casting them in perpetual shade, hundreds of men followed her to war, careful to avoid the thoughtless tread of her divine feet.
Soon an enemy city appeared on the horizon, crowned by a massive pyramid, nestled along the shores of a mighty river, but surrounded by scrub on all sides
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