Eos with her celestial torch scorches the heavens with its flame. A spectacle of vibrant hues containing marks of crimson and gold heralding a new beginning, but I am a fleeting masterpiece eventually devoured by the light.

I devour all things. I both shape and erase mountains and turn empires to dust. I am ever-present, but always fleeting. I’m both your greatest ally and your most relentless enemy.

I follow a code of conduct, the way of the warrior. My senses are as sharp as my sword. My armor bound together by silk and leather. My face a fearsome demon, striking terror into my foes.

I am a fortress, looking out upon my feudal lands. In many a fantastical tale, I housed fearsome dragons, whom knights battled for a maiden’s hand. Though now, I am a symbol of a bygone age, a solitary sentinel, carved from stone.

I’m a goddess, grey eyed and wise, a war tactician who sees through owls eyes. My counterpart, is a messy man, and embodies the brutality of war, ignoring mortals fragile lifespans. Who am I?