Ev'ry star in heaven is singing
All through the night,
Hear the glorious music ringing
All through the night.
Songs of sweet ethereal lightness
Wrought in realms of peace and whiteness;
See, the dark gives way to brightness
All through the night. ~ Cyndi Lauper
It had been a rash promise, perhaps. Rasher than Maerian had known, but rash even with what she had known. But the alternative had been so repugnant to her soul that she had never truly considered it.
Anyone would have excused her, perhaps. Her own personal war had finished, her siblings avenged, her world tentatively liberated, her enemy destroyed. At a horrible cost, but one that had emphatically been worth paying. The death of thousands, including her previous self (including her current self, more times than she wanted to remember), had led to the moment when the sun shone down upon their bloodsoaked battlefield when the wheels of chance finally turned in such a way that she lived and triumphed. And she had ridden out in the sun, almost carried into the city on the backs of her followers, welcomed by the public, and her name and face were everywhere, and she could have stopped. Job done.
And yet… and yet… and yet...
Starting the work is two thirds of it, the bards say, and in truth she had just started. There were other worlds beneath the perverse hand of the shadow. It wasn’t enough that she was Princess of a free people. The work was not done.
And, of course, if she kept fighting, she didn’t have to sit down and confront the work of ruling. If waiting on the battlefield to die had been dull, waiting on the throne for a decision to be submitted to her was quite another.
No, that wasn’t fair. They didn’t need her sitting on a wooden stool and answering them. They needed her at the front, where she could be useful. Just because she’d won, the enemy didn’t go away. That was the messy thing about enemies of the sort they faced. You put them down, and they get back up. It was most inconvenient.
Maerian made her appearances, of course. She was Princess. And that was a role that had responsibilities. Just because they could do the work didn’t mean she wasn’t necessary. She had to sign papers and approve spending and smile politely as people who knew more than her about their business told her what they needed and argued and struggled and demanded resolution that they could have received just as easily by flipping a bleeding copper. She was a Princess, after all..
Their last princess, as it had been pointed out to her. Repeatedly. And what was she meant to do about that? Get pregnant?
‘
Not that she was fighting to escape that truth, either. She didn’t have a problem with men.Far from it. She liked guys as much as most girls. The Goddess had been very clear about that, and very thorough on her follow through. But, well, there were men and there were men, and while it was one thing to be interested in a man, and quite another to submit to one, and an entirely different thing to have to carry a child, and she was too young for either. No one had told the others they needed to have children to maintain the bloodline, never mind that they had been men. She considered that thought for a moment, and smiled slightly at what a difference a year could make...
Those thoughts skittered away almost without her realizing it, and her hand and her throat momentarily ached for the last bottle of cider she’d hidden from her doctors. Everything was so clear at the bottom of the bottle. It was miraculous how all your problems floated away when you were floating on a cloud of alcohol. It was almost… almost…
”Your Grace, we have contact at the edge of the system. Looks like they’re scrambling fighters.”
Almost like pulling the trigger. Yes, that was the feeling she was looking for. She glanced at the console, while her left thumb rested easily on that trigger. She was one with the machine. She was the messenger of death. Everything else could be put on the back seat. And since her craft didn’t have a back seat, well… what a shame that was.
She mentally flipped a switch. “This is Maerian. Remember, hit and run. By the numbers. If they commit, pull out.”
”Don’t you be teaching your smith how to pump his own bellows, Your Grace.”
“It’s easy enough for you to say you know what you’re doing, Rhobat. Instead of barking at me, bite them.” Maerian gauged the statistics their sensors were feeding her and reluctantly released the trigger. Ammo was expensive, and all the moreso for her suit, and she didn’t want to be running through the battery for her lances before she was in range. She knew how to use the suit, as if she’d been born to it, but she didn’t understand it. And that inspired caution. “Squad leaders, sound off.”
“Griffin Squadron, standing by.”
“Raven Squadron, standing by.”
“Otter Squadron, standing by.”
“Hound Squadron, standing by.”
“Bear Squadron, standing by.”
Maerian took a breath and nestled back into her seat as her officers read off and the enemy drew closer on her radar. She flexed her left hand, and half-imagined the suit flexing its own fingers around the sword’s hilt. When the roll was finished, she flipped another in her head, broadcasting to all. “This is Dragon Leader. Once, we thought our enemy invulnerable. Once, we thought they knew neither pain nor fear. Once, we thought they could not be defeated, and we would die as we lived, and in our deaths we would still be their slaves. But now we know better!” Their cheers sent a shot of fire through her. “Today, we are a free people, fighting for our freedom! Today, we do not merely defend, we attack! Today, the war begins anew! And this war will not end until all our people have seen the light of freedom!” She, and her suit, drew its sword. “The Dragon Banner flies!”
“The Dragon Banner flies!”
“The Dragon Banner flies once more! And we, free men of Lliwiauyn, carry it to victory! She pointed her sword at the enemy, and pulled the trigger. A bright beam shot out and hit one of the approaching fighters, and then arced outward, taking out nearly a dozen of their opponents before finally dissipating. With her other hand she lifted the banner. “For a free life!”
“For a good death!”
“CHARGE!”