Malika didn't look back at her advisors. She focused on the horizon, where the smoke of burning villages stained the sky.
"Queen Malika, your people are scared," Prime Minister Gidi said, his voice trembling. "They say it is time to surrender the eastern grain stores to buy time."
"The Fire-Stalkers believe they are fighting a girl," Malika told the leaders. "They will learn they are fighting the dragon of the savannah. We do not hide behind stone walls. We ride." queen_malikamp4
That night, under the cover of a sandstorm, Malika didn't wait to be attacked. She led the vanguard. As the Stalkers’ camp came into view, Malika felt the fear of her youth vanish, replaced by the crushing weight of her responsibility—and the fire of her destiny.
"Surrender is not a strategy, Gidi. It is a waiting room for death," Malika said, her voice calm but carrying across the terrace, silencing the argument below. Malika didn't look back at her advisors
With a roar that outdid the wind, Malika breached the camp. She was no longer just a ruler; she was the warrior she was born to be.
She ordered the falconers to dispatch the signal, not to retreat, but to advance. "They say it is time to surrender the
She descended the stone steps, her armored skirts clinking. As she reached the center of the gathering, she drew the blade, the metal catching the setting sun.
