Peiran stood before the people, staff in hand and a large dragon crouched behind her. Today her reign began and her body relsihed the new found strength. This was a race of warriors and they were hungry for blood. The old queen had become soft and week with age and Peiran killed her and took over. Today they were going to war against the soveriegn nation of Gilleon. Cowardice people who only lived to serve there land and Perian wanted it for their own. Many would be killed, but if they could conquer the people than they would work and the land of Pheoni would reap the rewards. What did her race know of farming? They were strong, brutal and terrifying in the skills in making weapons and killing. They had conquered the dragons, Peiran herself had killed the mother of the dragon behind her. All dragons were called Aion for they were imortal, becuase of this her children and their child would own this dragon. Tension was in the air they were waiting for her to speak.
"My people, my loyal servants I speak to you as the new queen. Gone are the days of Rhoma, whose strength was known throughout the lands. Alas, age weakened our strong queen and I relaese her spirit to be strong again. We will remind everyone why they shall fear us. We will remind everyone why we are stronger and that we do not fear death, we embrace it!"
The applause and chearing echoed through the dark chamber. Peiran's staff glowed taking in the power from the people.
"We will go to war against Gilleon a race of people whose only skill is planting seeds and watering them. They will be easy to conquer and they can do our simple tasks that warrirors hands are unworthy. This land that allows only men to rule will fall under us. We are women warriors, we are smarter and stronger! We deserve to rule all on this planet and the land of Gilleon is only the first on our trail of blood shed. Cheer with me sisters for a new day has come!"
The noise thudered and Peiran raised her hands and cheered along with them. Long live the queen.