Fantasy Flash Fiction

All hail the conquering heros, I thought watching the ridiculous parade of Warriors marching through the city on horseback. I sat atop my own Mount at the back of the crowd of on lookers. Leaning forward over the pomel on my saddle, chin resting on my hand watching the procession. A bunch of self important men parading through the city. the warriors sat tall and proud, blood splattered across their faces and armor as if they hadn’t dained to bathe at all after their battles on the Western front. Gross. Disgusted, I reigned my Mount over to the side and rode back through the empty city streets. My own sword, hanging over the side of the saddle was bumping against my knee as I rode.’ Bow slung across my back. Normally, weapons weren’t permitted in the city but today everyone was distracted so I didn’t feel the need to hide them the way that I normally would. I was feeling petty, therefore brazen. I dared any ofthe provosts guard to srop me for brandishing weapons when those fool men were doing the exact same thing as hordes of people lined the streetschanting their names. The hypocrecy had me itching for a fight. I got through the city unbothered, and made my way back into the woods. I prepared the turban that I use to hide my face during battle. If the men seen me, a woman, on the battle field, they’d just as soon attack me as if I were their enemy as well. Even if we fought on the same side. Their egos wouldn’t allow a woman to share their glory. So I fought with my face covered. I traveled west. There was still work to be done.