She sunk defiantly into her storm.

A raging tempest of vulnerability.

Exhaled abruptly, and summoned her strength.

It refused to answer her plea.

Thunder struck her chest, lightening pulsed through her veins;

Slithered down her throat, coiling tightly around her mana.

Weakness escaped her eyes and trickled down her cheeks.

Fist clenched around her invisible wand,

She lifted her shield.

But before she could succumb to defeat

A warrioress reached for her pulse

Angels held up both wings,

A solider appeared to push her chariot.

The wise face of kindness observed attentively.

For her power exceeded the constraints of her body.

It was bound in the force of manaakitanga.

His favorite confidant, lover of HER soul, bearer of HER devotion.

Her first born, umbilical cord to HER heart. Source of HER courage.

Her loving predecessor. Bonded by blood. Roles reversed. HER loyal protector.

For she stood not just on the shoulders of giants, but the hearts of her army.