Though they struggled and they cried it did no good at all,
Axela had them bested her skills clear out of sight,
Boredom grew as all new things were easy as a crawl,
Even as they praised her the commoners seemed trite.
She searched for a master, soldiers slew them out of spite,
All they left alive the vile Emperor did bind,
Upon the skilled hands of the land there was a blight,
Axela then, her fate to seek but not to find.
Imperial sights upon her became aligned,
Impossible to ignore a talent oh so grand,
Sought to slay or slave her tap her power unrefined,
The soldiers of the empire innumerate as sand.
She turned about to face them, though her struggle seemed in vain,