Lessja looked out over the More village as the sun slowly peaked over the horizon. At the age of twenty-two, she had been queen of the tribe for the past two years. These had been two tough years for her and her tribe. The war had left them with mostly old women and young girls. Tanya, the commander of the tribe’s small military, had done her best to keep the soldiers trained and motivated. But they just did not have enough soldiers to stop men from the neighbouring territories from raiding their land, killing hunters and fisherwomen. But the Amazons were proud and tough. These setbacks were merely a bump in the road. Like their queen, the women of the tribe all worked hard to build the tribe back to the military force it once had been.
Today was a special day for Lessja. Martina turned e
