Chapter 8 Standing

• Standing atop the cliff, the hooded woman watched the bloody scene unfolding just below. The two armies fought fiercely.
• Her long black hair billowed in the wind. Her greyish tunic and cape camouflaged her with the rugged landscape. She spread her hands over the warring warriors facing each other in the valley, reading the future of Invader's army’s leader. Another victory, she thought.
• At this rate the Macedonian warrior will dominate the entire known world in less than a year. The way he leads his army into battle is extraordinary, and that horse of his, what a temper! Admirable. All this power in the hands of one man. A mocking smile crossed her lips. Perhaps I should watch the Hegemon of Greece more closely. 000