Gift from Olympus - 6
Added 2022-09-07 04:42:21 +0000 UTCThe warrior arose early in the morning, his queen in tow, and journeyed the city to greet the people he protected. His heavy footfalls warned people of his movement miles away as buildings fell below his knees and his legion fell below his knees. He sat atop the rooftops and commanded that the people resume their work as though he were the sun, or wind, or any other force of nature. Just as his fellow forces, many were put in a position to love or fear him, many of which chose both. They'd seen the mountain of spoils he brought on his back in devotion to the country and thanked him over the gods that he wouldn't crush them where he stood. His queen would never allow it, they hoped. The armourers now worked double time to try to cloth the giant but they were realizing that they would need material that only gods had and so resorted to making him a new weapon every month (hopefully keeping up with his exponential growth) and a loincloth weekly as his muscles continued to test the limits of what a human could make to cover the gifts of a god. The queen smiled up at her loyal companion, eager to watch him to stretch taller and reach higher in the name of their country and, more than all, for her.
