Morgana the Clewinder Warrior

Clanging of metal disturbed her and her she-wolf in no way Morgana was a Clewinder warrior and ready for the task Her unborn children lay asleep deeply within her womb She could not think of them now, took a swig from flask. The archers were summoned next, they took out dozens. It was a battle worth seeing, made Morgana feel powerful and smart. She was in her prime, ripe for marriage, twenty-eight moons gone. Ready to fight, her prowess known among the troops of her heart. Are you ready? Her father asked. Of course he knew the answer. Born a warrior, she would happily die a warrior, his daughter-son. We fought hard that day, swiftly slashing and killing the enemy. His last earth memory was of Morgana and her she-wolf Denemy.