Meanwhile, while Myria was out in the fields preparing for the upcoming battle, Lucius stayed at home in Damashia keeping the home fires burning. Lucius felt strange and awkward without Myria. He did not have much to do when she was not around. But even when being far away, she still controlled his daily life; he could not go out on any new adventures, because she had ordered him to stay at home and guard the house and their daughter. However, those were the very terms that Lucius originally had offered Myria, when he asked Myria to marry him back in Thermodonia.

"Terms!" Androlyta fumed. "Did I just hear you say the word; 'terms'?"

Lucius was having dinner with Androlyta and Blasius and he had just explained how his marriage to Myria came to be.

"That is an appalling phrase!" Androlyta said. "Terms are meant for a truce between waring enemies and not between married people."

Unfortunately, Myria regarded their marriage as a truce between two persons of antagonistic lifestyles, who were forced by circumstances to live under one roof for the time being. Lucius also asked Androlyta to cut his hair, just in case that Myria would return home earlier than expected, but that was not to the liking of Lady Androlyta.

"Your wife is out fighting in the war again and she has finally found true happiness again. Therefore, you shouldn't sit inside and sulk in her absence. Instead you should be out celebrating yourself on her behalf. Don't lock yourself away like an Athenian cocksucker," Androlyta lectured him.

When their husbands were out fighting the wars, the wives of the Athenians were more or less locked away as prisoners in their own homes; kept under close surveillance by their husband's family and servants. However, the ladies in Sparta had much more freedom; although they were subjects to their dominant husbands when they were at home in times of peace, the Spartan wives had full control of their household and personal life whenever their dominant husbands were away fighting the wars, which they (luckily for their wives) often were.

However, short-haired males were not in demand by the local widowed Gargarean ladies or stray Amazons, who came up to the Gargarean nation from time to time looking for sexual adventures. Therefore, Androlyta only trimmed his hair in order for him to look respectable, but not submissive. His short hair would give him away immediately because it was a warning sign saying that he was married to a dominant Amazon warrior. Taking a lover among the Gargarean widows was out of the question at the moment, but he just might come across a stray Amazon who wouldn't know who he was and take him in for a night of forbidden pleasures.

"Let your hair grow while your wife is away. And go out, get drunk and get laid. You earned it after all that you have done for your dear wife and mistress," Androlyta continued her lecture of Lucius.

"Now is the time to let yourself loose and make some of the local ladies happy. Show the world that you still got a pair!"

"Myria says that you only get off is when you play with yourself in the outhouse. What kind of sex-life is that?"

Lucius blushed at Androlyta's explicit words. Obviously, the two Amazonian ladies were getting closer and more personal these days. They had started hanging out together and talk privately about intimate things, like their spouses and their sex lives. Although, Androlyta offered her friendship to Myria from the very start of their stay in the Gargarean nation, Myria was reluctant to accept her offer of friendship at first. However, when Myria realized that her stay in the Gargarean nation would not be as temporary as she had anticipated, she gladly befriended Androlyta and started hanging out with her.

However, with two young children at home, Lucius could not simply go out and drink himself into oblivion. Instead, he started hanging out more with the former slaves, who had followed him and Blasius from Thermodonia. There was a bricklayer, a carpenter, a stonemason, a potter, a leather maker, and also people who had worked in kitchens of rich families back in Thermodonia. They all still look at him with awe as their saviour from cruel bondage, although Lucius often told them that they did not owe him anything and that he was as much in debt to them as vice-versa.

The former Thermodonian slaves were all respectable and prosperous artisans in the Gargarean nation by now and many of them had families of their own. The former kitchen staff had teamed up and opened a tavern with food and drink in the town centre of Damashia. The Tavern became the waterhole for the former Thermodonians, who would meet regularly to eat and drink and sing songs of the old country. However, Lucius instructed his former countrymen to also embrace the culture of their new country and learn the folksongs of the Gargarean nation. Often the local lads from the Gargarean Militia would join them and sing their own folksongs - and look for sexual partners.

The tavern also became a popular hangout for Amazons who came up north looking for Gargarean male company. Here they could - with preying eyes, seek out any suitable male that they saw fit to fulfil their sexual needs for male dominated sex, or whatever kind of sex the visiting Amazons wanted. The tavern owners even build a second floor on top of the tavern with a number of small rooms, which could be rented for the night by loving couples who met up at the tavern.

This was all very nice, but there was one thing which Lucius still truly missed; none of the former slaves brought the recipe for beer from the old country and nobody up her in the Gargarean nation knew how to brew the beer that he loved so much. He would gladly suffer any hardships for just a small taste of decent beer. But that was not to be for the time being. Instead, the tavern served the foul tasting beer, which the local Gargarean people drank, and wine which the Lucius and the other former Thermodonians along with Amazonian visitors drank.

Meanwhile out in the fields of the Amazonian and Thermodonian borderline the phoney war seemed to drag on endlessly. Each side was safety entrenched in their encampment, patiently waiting for the other side make the first move. Myria felt her young troops were ready for battle, but the Amazon commanders refused to give the go for action until a spark would light the fire. They would not attack out of the blue, because that would raise suspicion among the Colchian enemy.

Then suddenly some very ill news reached the Amazon Encampment, which in turn was in fact rather convenient tidings for Myria and her bold battle plan; a small border village had been attacked during the night. The villagers could not defend themselves and the intruders killed a significant number of villagers, not sparing old or children and stole most of the village's livestock animals. They created panic among the villagers by setting fire to their thatched houses and then dragged off a few young village girls and savagely gang-raped them.

The actual attack was done by marauders, who had followed the Colchian army, looking to enrich themselves with plunder from the dead on the battlefield. But the war had turned into phoney war with no battles. Therefore, a gang of marauders had taken matters into their own hands and attacked and sacked a nearby border village.

Colchian army did not participate directly in the attack, but they in turn did nothing to prevent it. In fact, they welcomed it because they expected that this incident could provoke the Amazon army to attack the Colchians in the open field. And they encouraged the marauders to perform some mischief by pulling their patrols away from the area in order to get things going.

The villagers in the border-village were not involved in the conflict on either side, but they were located closer to the Amazon camp and the survivors fled to them to seek refuge. When the Amazon surgeons examined the rape victims, they were appalled to discover that the rapists had cut the clits (clitoris) of the girls when they were done ravishing them. This was an act of ferocious cruelty and a clear provocation which the Amazons simply could not ignore.

The Amazon commanders immediately gathered for a war counsel in the evening as soon as they heard the shocking news about the attack on the border village.

"Well ladies, this is the moment that we been waiting for," Heliodora took the floor. "Let's go out and get them. They expect us to attack them now. Let us not disappoint them."

"However," Heliodora addressed Myria directly. "The very foundation of our battle-plan depends on your tactics and your young girls' ability to put it into action."

"Tell me now and speak the truth! Can your girls handle this?" Heliodora asked and looked Myria strait in the eye.

"Yes, they can. They fully know what is expected of them," Myria answered in calm and formal voice, while she looked straight back at Heliodora. "I have mixed the ranks of young Amazons with experienced warriors who are also small and agile. The experienced warriors will be the first to go into the fray. The inexperienced girls will follow suit."

"They all know this manoeuvre by hearth and you ladies can rest assured that my troops will do the job tomorrow to everybody's satisfaction," was Myria's final statement to the Amazon war-counsel.

"Thank you, Commander Myria. That's all I needed to hear," Heliodora concluded the war counsel.

"Well, Ladies, let's have an early night. Make sure you get enough sleep and stay off the alcohol. I want all my commanding officers to be up and ready by first light of tomorrow."

In the early hours of the next morning, Commander Heliodora gathered her commanding officers in her tent for the final preparation of the upcoming battle.

"Alright, ladies, this is what we are up against;"

"Our scouts inform me, that the enemy forces consist of approximately 1000 spearmen, 1000 archers, 1000 axemen and 1000 swordsmen. They also have 1000 auxiliary troops like peltasts, slingers and whatever."

"So as we reckoned; approximately 5000 enemies await us out on the battlefield today. They are throwing everything they got at us and we have 4000 Amazon warriors to match them."

The Amazon war counsel had already agreed to follow Myria's battle-plan and they just summoned it up in order to make sure that everyone were sure on how they would attack the enemy on this day;

Firstly, the Amazon cavalry archers would charge in and shoot at the defending enemies in the middle of Colchian battle-formation and then the young Amazons would throw themselves from the cavalry archer's horses and then cut through the ranks of their spearmen and archers. The Colchian had concentrated their spearmen in the middle of their battle formation in order to protect their archers. They knew that it would be essential for them to be able to fire back. But, the Amazons also knew that if they manged to remove the Colchian archers, the battle would swing their way, despite the fact that the Amazons were outnumbered.

The Colchians had no mounted warriors of their own, but were convinced that their formations of spearmen were impregnable and could deter any mounted Amazon warrior attack. Thus, the Amazons had agreed on attacking the enemy at his strongest point and not the weakest. The Amazons planned to deliver a decisive blow by cutting their enemies' forces in two - right down the middle, thereby creating panic and disorder among the remaining Colchian formations. This was a daring tactic and a high-risk manoeuvre.

So now was the time for Myria's bold attack plan to either make or break; would Myria rise to fame or fall into disgrace and had to live in shame for the rest of her natural life?

The tactics of charging the enemy head-on was quite natural to Myria, but an unfamiliar tactic of the Amazon nation. The Amazons usually ambushed their enemies or attacked them in the flank, and that was the reason why no one within the Amazon armed forces ever thought that Myria was ever gonna be promoted to the Amazon high command.

However, Myria's own tactical mind-set was also the reason why she had taken a strong liking to Lucius when they met again at the official celebration of the peace-treaty between Amazonia and Thermodonia. Myria would never admit this publicly, but when Lucius approached her, she immediately felt sexually attracted to him and freely went along with his devious design of erotic scheming.

Despite the fact that Myria and her troops had tried to kill him and his senators on the Thermodonia hilltop, Lucius had in turn faced her head-on at the celebration in Themiskyra without any reservations or run-abouts. Myria had immediately noticed the lovely no-nonsense aura around him. She was in turn taking in by his forth-coming, his lean and muscular figure and his personal charm. She grew soft between her legs when he freely handed himself on a plate to her.

Unfortunately, Queen Hentiope later buggered their relationship up when she forced Myria into marriage with Lucius and sent her into exile in the Gargarean nation, which made Myria look upon Lucius as a scourge of her personal life - and treat him accordingly. However, her feelings about her personal life mattered not in times of war and she had not, not yet, made her mind up about what to do about Lucius and Eudoxia; the two persons in her life who both staked a claim for her. Everybody expected Myria to dispose of Lucius and live with Eudoxia back in Themiskyra, but maybe Myria was looking be find a way where she could keep them both at her side, once her position at the Amazon high command was secured. After all, a woman in her position could have her cake - and eat it too!

"And by the way, happy birthday, commander Myria," Heliodora said when they left the war-room.

Myria froze, and then she smiled brightly and coursed deeply to Heliodora.

"Thank you very much, Commander. How good of you to remember."

In all the excitement, Myria had forgotten all about her own birthday. But Cleonite remembered and she discreetly gave the word to Heliodora. As Cleonite anticipated, Myria felt proud that the most senior officer and the sole responsible commander for the whole operation Heliodora in person would congratulated her on this her 35th birthday.

However, there was no time for birthday celebrations this morning. That would have to come later when the Amazons had (hopefully) won the day.

The morning dew still lay thick on the ground when the Amazons moved their troops out from their encampment and lined them up in battle-formations in the field. Myria stood in front and looked over the plain that would soon the turned into a battlefield. Up in the horizon, she could see the Colchians lining up their troops as well.

"Is there any grass moving out there?" Myria asked one of the Amazon Lieutenants who were in charge intelligence and counter-intelligence.

Spies, informers and scouts were usually referred to by the Amazons as 'Grass', because they usually camouflaged themselves with tufts of grass in the fields.

"That grass tuft has been moving very slowly in on us for the last hour," the intelligence officer informed Myria.

She discretely pointed out in the field where the enemy spy patiently moved towards the Amazon ranks. Myria looked the area over, but she could not see a thing.

"Do you want me to order our archers to take him out?"

"Certainly not! He is here for a purpose," Myria explained. "I want to give him something to talk about, before we send him home."

Then Myria gave the order for the horse riding Amazons to move forward towards her. But the first two lines of mounted Amazons consisted of heavy cataphract women. These Amazons and their horses were clad in heavy leather armour re-enforced with metal studs. These women fought with a sword in one hand and a war-axe in the other and Myria was once one of them. However, they were only a decoy; behind them rode the Amazon cavalry archers with their young lightweight Amazon fighters. This way the Colchian enemy would expect to be attacked by cataphract Amazons, whom they could easily deter with spears. They did not expect to be attacked by cavalry archers carrying a deadly 'package'.

The Amazons in turn had skilfully placed their own grass and scouts near the Colchian encampment, where they kept their enemy under close watch. They closely observed the movements of the Colchian enemies, while they moved from their troops from the encampment to the battlefield.

The Amazon scouts reported back that the Colchian army lined up in the following battle formation;

In their center, they had deployed several lines of Spearmen and placed their archers right behind them. On each side of their archers stood a mixture of Axemen and Swordsmen. They too were covered with lines of spearmen. While their flanks was also covered with a single line of spearmen, and they put their Peltasts like slingers javelin throwers in both flaks. The slingers and the javelin throwers needed space to hurl their projectile at their enemy and therefore their formations stood loose but the Colchian axe- and swordsmen were close at hand to defend their flanks. The back of the Colchian formations were also cowered with lines of spearmen, because they retconned that the Amazon cavalry would attempt to encircle them and attack them in the back.

The Colchian army lined up in a distinctive defensive formation. They were clearly bent on letting their Amazon opponents make the first move and expose themselves.

While sitting on her horse, looking over field between her and the Colchian opponents, Myria suddenly noticed another grass moving in, but unlike the other spy who already was already observing the Amazon movements, this one sneaked forward in a rather clumsy and amateurish way. So clumsy that even Myria noticed him - most likely his first day in the field, which also turned out to be his last. Myria immediately called the archers forward as soon as she spotted him.

The Amazon archers started firing at the clumsy grass, who then panicked when the arrows landed around him. He got up from his hiding place in order to escape, but then an arrow landed in his thigh. The spy howled from the pain but turned and took a few paces. Then another arrow landed in spine of his back, which paralysed him and he fell to his knees, unable to move. The Amazon arches finished him off by putting two more arrows in the back of his head and he fell dead to the ground. The other Grass kept his cool but reckoned that he had seen enough and therefore he slowly moved back to report to his home camp.

Having finished with the spies in the battlefield, Myria turned her attention towards the young Amazons, who would soon go into battle and taste fear, blood and death for the first time in their lives. Myria gathered her young warriors around her and gave a speech to put courage into their hearts.

"Well, young ladies, this is it; welcome to the real thing. No more drills at the training ground. The figures up in the horizon holding the spears today are live ones and they will try to kill you to the best of their abilities. And some of you may very well die today, but I tell you this;"

"I have chosen to put you in the fray today because I have faith in each one of you. Don't think for a moment that the Amazon High Command is sending you out to die. Our enemies won't see or hear you coming and you will like burglars sneaking in and cracking open the defences to the heart of our enemy."

"You will charge in, cut through the lines of spearmen and then kill as many archers standing behind them as you can get your hands on. But when their swordsmen or axemen come at you, you will pull back! These are your orders, follow them and I promise that your chances of survival today are more than favourable."

"But don't you ladies ever get corky out there on the battlefield. A true lady knows when enough is enough. Leave the rest of the fighting to Cleonite and her heavy infantry and the rest of our brave veterans. Don't worry you got more than 15 years of fighting left ahead of you, and you will do your fair share of killing later in the battles ahead, I can promise you that."

But now the time for speeches had come and gone. It was now finally time for action at last. The sun was shining hard now and had dried dew from the grass on the battlefield.

Despite, lecturing her young about not to take unnecessary risks, Myria jumped on her war house and lined up alongside her young warriors. She insisted that she would lead her young Amazons into the battle, just like she proclaimed when she originally presented the raw scheme of her battle-plan to Amazon war counsel.

However, Myria did not at all fit the profile for this military operation; small, fast and agile. She was not physical fit to participate in this this kind of military manoeuvre, but it was her right as an Amazon commander to ride directly into the fray and no one could stop her. No one except Commander Heliodora, who was in charge of the whole operation, but she had decided to let Myria have her fun. Myria in turn was determined to show to the world and to herself that the years living with Lucius has not made her grow soft; she was still in her prime and not just some burnt-out has-been.

Still, her very presence made a significant difference; the young Amazons felt much more confident and far less nervous, when they saw their commanding officer and former drill instructor from the training ground line up with them - as if Myria was just one of the girls.

"Alright, girls. Let's do this," Myria said and raised her war-axe high into the air.

Then Myria gave a shout and pointed her war axe forward. She thereby gave the signal to move forward and attack the enemy formations up ahead of them. The Amazons galloped at high speed towards their Colchian enemy.

At first, Myria remained calm and stayed in the formation as the Amazons rode fast forward towards the enemy formations. Myria positioned herself in the middle of the Amazon formations, right behind a group of veteran Amazons who would be the first to throw themselves from Amazon archer's horses.

Then the Colchian archers started shooting at the incoming Amazon formations. However, the Amazons took cover behind their large shields and the incoming volleys of enemy arrows did only little damage to the advancing Amazons. Still, the Colchians cared little that their archers could not decimate the incoming Amazon formations, because they reckoned that their spearmen would do fatal injuries to the Amazons, once they got close enough.

Soon the Amazons were too close for the Colchian archers to shoot straight at them, because the lines of spearmen blocked the line of fire. The spearmen readied themselves to stab at horses of the incoming Amazon, but at the last moment, the Amazon Cataphract riders turned their horses and rode along the lines of spearmen without engaging them.

The faces of the Colchian fell and they hesitated because they could not comprehend what they just saw. What was this? The incoming Amazons just went riding by without engaging their enemy, as if they were paying as social morning visit? This just couldn't be!

But then the arrows of the incoming Amazon cavalry archers struck and hit the first line of puzzled Colchian spearmen right in their faces and throats. The remaining Colchians ducked behind their shields and did not notice the young Amazons throwing themselves from the horses and rolled through the grass under their enemies' spears, then and jumped at the Colchian spearmen and stabbed them in their faces or throats. The small agile Amazons seemed to appear from nowhere as if they had sprung up from the underworld as the very harbingers of death.

Myria waited patiently for her turn while she rode in the formation. She could see that the veteran Amazons before her had already breached a gab in the Colchian spear formation, but the Colchian pushed hard in order to secure and close the breach. She turned her horse and threw herself to the ground, rolled in the grass and came on her feet in full balance. Then she went for the nearest enemy spearman planning to duck under his spear like she had shown to her young recruits at the training ground.

But Myria was not in her prime anymore; during the years living with Lucius she had given birth to two children and she had put on weight. She thought that she had kept herself fit by slaughtering inferior brigands in the Gargarean countryside, which Lucius and his men courteously rounded up for her. But the truth of the matter was that she was far too heavy and far too slow by now to be acting like an 18 year old Amazon warrior.

Her direct enemy warrior was quicker and thrust his spear deep into Myria's flesh. Luckily, the Colchian spearman only hit her shoulder and not the chest which he was aiming for. Myria screamed from the pain in her wounded shoulder, but she did not panic. Her basic warrior instinct from years spent in the battlefields took over; with the sword in her one good arm, she immediately severed her opponent's arm off which was holding the spear. Her opponent screamed from the terrible pain from his wound, broke formation and ran wildly while he held on to his wounded arm, pressing his one good hand against the open wound where his hand used to be.

"I'm wounded," Myria shouted out loud to her fellow Amazons.

She dropped her sword and while she held tightly on the spear still buried in her injured shoulder, she moved slowly backwards away from the fray. Wave after wave of cavalry archers were coming in and delivered their young Amazons into the battle. The incoming Amazon horsewomen skilfully avoided Myria and other wounded Amazons, who were able to bring themselves out of the fray.

By now a significant number dead bodies was lying on the ground - enemies as well as friendlies. When the young Amazons threw themselves from the horses of the incoming Amazon archers, they did not land in the grass on the ground, but on top of corpses and they could not get near enough to strike directly at the enemies ranks. The cavalry archers could not force their horses to trample upon the dead and wounded warriors lying on the ground. The shocking effect was gone now that the young Amazons had to crawl through bodies on the ground in order to get up close and personal to the enemy spearmen.

The young Amazons were still holding the breach in the Colchian formation open, but they were under heavy pressure by now and were taking losses. They urgently needed to be relieved from their perilous position. But help was on its way;

Once the last wave of Amazon cavalry with young Amazons behind their back galloped away towards the fray; Cleonite and her 1000 heavy Amazon foot soldiers stormed forward. They were on foot but they ran as fast as they can in order to keep up with the Cavalry in front of them.

Right after the infantry troops followed the stretchers from the infirmary to pick up any wounded Amazons on the battlefield. There were quite many already and the battle had just begun.

They soon got a hold on Myria who kneeled patiently, resting the spear still deeply buries in the shoulder on the ground. As an experienced combat soldier she knew better than try to remove the spear herself. Best to leave that to the surgeons' staff. One of them took a firm hold of the spear with one hand and the other on Myria's shoulder next to the wound. Then counted to three and pulled the spear smoothly from the wound. Blood spurted out from the open wound but the other runner was ready with a thick cloth which was pressed against the wound.

Myria grunted from the pain as the spear was removed from the wound, but else didn't whimper as the runners lay her down on the stretcher and hastened as quickly as they could back to the Amazon war infirmary.

While the Amazons continued their assault on the Colchian battle formations,

Myria lay motionless at the infirmary while pressing the cloth hard against her wound in order not to lose too much blood.

What a stupid way to celebrate my birthday! She thought laconic to herself. Cold, alone and in pain in the infirmary, And I even forgot write down my will.

Myria thought about her spouse Lucius and her daughter Calista. Who was gonna raise her daughter, and who would inherit Lucius her spouse and his child? According the law of Amazons both Lucius and Callista belonged to the Amazon nation. They were both properties of Myria and therefore she was supposed to write down in her will on who should take control in case she died in the war. Lucius would never be allowed to raise Calista by himself; she would immediately be taken away from him to be raised in an Amazon orphanage.

Furthermore, without the protection of a fellow Amazon like Myria, Lucius would be taken as a slave by the Amazon nation and his infant son would be put to death. As a male offspring of an Amazon Commander, Gibbus would never be allowed to live. And all of this would happen only because Myria forgot to write her stupid will in all the excitement.

Well, Myria was maybe cold, but she was not alone in the Amazon war infirmary, because a significant amount of wounded Amazons were already lined up in the big tent next to the operation tables where the Amazon surgeons tried to keep up as the runners brought stretchers with the wounded warriors back from the fray.

Suddenly, Myria noticed a wounded young Amazon from her training ground, lying whimpering softly on a stretcher next to her.

"Young private Zoesime is it not? They got you too!" Myria called out to her fellow wounded sister in arms. "Well, the battlefield is a dangerous place these days."

"Greetings Commander Myria, I apologies for my embarrassing position," the young girl whispered back in a weak voice.

"I know I'm not supposed to feel any fear, Commander. But my enthrals hurt so bad. I'm bleeding, I'm so cold and I'm scared," the poor young girl whispered and then she started crying loudly.

"Hush now little girl, our fine physicians will soon take care of your wounds," Myria reassured the scared young girl.

Myria clearly remembered the first time that she was wounded in battle. Although she had turned 21, she turned into a scared and whimpering little girl, once she felt the sword of an enemy cut through her flesh; the terrible pain, disgust and the fear of dying all mixed together in her confused little head. Myria cried and wetted herself back then. However, her fellow sisters in arms comforted her and held her hand, while she waited for the physicians to treat her wounds. But nowadays there were too many wounded and not enough physicians in the Amazon ranks. This did not bode well.

When the surgeon's assistants came in to fetch the next wounded Amazon to the operation table, they wanted to take Myria first, but she immediately put her foot down.

"Halt, the young girl there needs immediate surgery!" Myria called out and pointed at young Zoesime. "Take the young private instead. Let me be, I can wait."

"But we have specific orders to .." the assistant physician began.

"What orders? I just gave your orders to you, private," Myria barked at her.

"I repeat; take the young girl first! And be quick about it! Her stomach has been cut open and her enthrals are almost oozing out as we speak."

"If you leave her here to die, then your enthrals will be on that floor! Do I make myself clear?"

The assistants hesitated and did not know what to do. Therefore, they called their commanding officer and chief surgeon forward.

"I'm Captain Pamphilia and I'm the chief-physician here," a veteran physician stepped forward and called to Myria. "We have received specific orders to attend to the senior officers before the privates."

"And who is this making threats on my ward?" she barked at Myria. "Captain Myria, I presume? I thought I recognized the sound of your voice."

"I piss on your orders, Physician Pamphilia." Myria snapped at the chief physician.

Although their words seemed harsh to outsiders, the two of them smiled at each other. Myria and Pamphilia knew each other from the Amazon orphanage way back in their early youth. And although they did not serve together, the two of them were still tightly bonded.

"And it's 'Commander Myria' nowadays. I am the most senior officer present and you will follow my orders. I take full responsibility."

"Very well, let me take a look then," Pamphilia said.

First she examined Myria's wound. The bleeding had almost stopped and she was not in any immediate danger. However, as soon as saw the wound of the young Zoesime, she froze. She knew right away that young Amazon urgently needed surgery.

"Take the young girl inside right now. And be quick about it, else we'll lose her," Pamphilia barked at her assistants, who immediately carried the young girl off the Pamphilia's operation table.

Myria in turn just smiled, laid back and relaxed on the stretcher. If she couldn't get to kill any enemies in the battle, at least, she could save the life of a fellow sister in arms.

To be continued....

The battle between the Amazons and the Colchians will continue in the 4th part.

The storyline is set for many more chapters, however comments, suggestions or story ideas are welcome, just email the author at jallanj@yahoo.dk

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