Bellatora of Valens whirled and slashed at her foes with her sword, Sagax, her face hard but calm even as sweat dripped off the tip of her nose. Sagax cut through her foes as soon as they dared face her, the heat of battle giving Bellatora the strength to continue the fight for her own life and that of her child.
As she fought, Bellatora thought back to the events of the past ten months. In such a small window of time she had fallen in love, wed, become pregnant and given birth to a beautiful baby boy… It all started when she returned from the border war, when she spent a good deal of her time off in taverns and pubs blowing off steam. While she was spending time at one of the local taverns, she met a man with whom she shared an evenings entertainment, despite her plans for him to be gone come morning, when she awoke, he was still there. A week later she found that she had forgotten the fact she didn’t want a real relationship. Soon she found she was in a solid relationship–spending all of her time with her new love–they sparred together and dined together, they rode together and whiled away their nights.
Bellatora was in love with this man, and the man loved her in return, they decided to wed.
After weeks of the bliss of a new relationship, Bellatora was needed back at the border–she said her goodbyes and departed as soon as she could. Within a few days of her return to battle, Bellatora realized she was pregnant.
Bellatora continued to fight until she couldn’t hide the bump of motherhood, and by then she was too far along to take the trip home for birth. When her time came she gave birth alone, hoping nothing would go wrong. Her only concession was her good friend, a male healer, waited outside of her tent, in the event there was a problem.
A mere week after she gave birth, the Perduellisi attacked and Bellatora armed herself and hid her child in the hope the fight would end before any enemy got near her tent. Her hopes were soon proven wrong.
Bellatora began to fight for her life, and that of her child, when the first enemy soldier cut his way into her tent. He was quickly followed five more Perduellisi men and women at arms. Bellatora braced her feet against the solid ground, smoothed her face into the stone mask she wore in battle and began her fight.
An endless hour later Bellatora had slain four enemy fighters and held the last three at bay with the strength and ferocity of a mother bear protecting her young. Reinforcements arrived and the three remaining soldiers were slain, Bellatora and her baby boy, Fictilius, were safe.
This is the penultimate installment in my short story series featuring elements. This one was inspired by the strength and stability of earth.
Yours in Queerness,