The Oathbound

""My soul to the people, my sword to its enemies. This I pledge, through steel and blood, until my hand could hold no more." It was a promise, a pact, and of all things, a curse. The words spoken wove magic to one's very soul, and bound them to the living plane, in service to the empire. She did so without a second thought. Not for glory, or power, or the golden suit she wore with pride. No, the girl loved her people, her empire, and wanted nothing more than to serve it. She battled their foes. Tirelessly, she sought to protect her nation from its enemies. But ultimately, there was one battle that could not be overcome: Time. Stone turned to rubble, steel rotted by rust. The people scattered to the four winds, memory shorter than a sigh in the winds of time. But there she stood still, her vigil eternal. There she stood, a testament, a reminder of a once-golden age." Hi, this is my second entry here. This time, I went for an "antique" look. Hope you guys like it :)