Standing in the sacred temple Saren felt the sun kiss her hair. The Northern Wind people had moved into the land of walking snow three moon and seven summers ago. Saren was heartbroken and wanted a beautiful sky walker to descend. They had beautiful flowing hair white and blue eyes like the sea. Wings like great birds and they gave blessings from the gods.
So Saren left a banquet of fruit and flowers and her broken hearted prayers. Her lover had joined the sky people and left during a blizzard never to be seen again. Rumor said he'd fallen in love with another and married.
So, the prayers reached the celestial guardians and Anarette descended from the celestial kingdom to the earth and found Saren's offering worthy. Saren's lover had intended to join the sky people but had left during a blizzard. When he left, he was caught by the lord demon of wintery domain. Areth Lord of Winter took the young man and threw him in an ice dungeon to slowly freeze to death for not offering a sacrifice. He had been told to go home and find his lover and sacrifice his beloved to the Lord of Winter or die. Refusing to do so the young man was frozen and slowly began to die.
Anarette hearing all of this went to the Lord of Winter in his black frozen palace in the land that held the heart of winter.
Approaching the blackened palace, the winds screamed and cut into Anarette's silky white hair and she walked past gates that burned cold to the touch. Anarette wore her armor and sword that covered her face and the armor included a golden breastplate that concealed her ample breasts. The garb of warriors could be worn by males or females and none could tell if the wearer were male or female.
Approaching the Lord of Winter's icy throne Anarette requested the human that was kept frozen and beginning to die be released immediately.
The Lord of Winter glared down at the celestial guardians making demands in his kingdom and grasping his blood red sword stood and said.
"Challenge accepted celestial guardian if I am defeated, he goes free. If you are defeated, you take his place and accept a sentence of my choosing or death if you prefer?"
"That I do demon." Annarette answered removing the beautiful silver sword she carried for the fight.
As the fight began the lesser demons crowded around and they both fought hard but Lord Areth was sneaky and he signaled to one of his lesser demons to raise a small cloud of smoke and brutally disarmed it and tripped Annarette so that he held his sword over her as she lay on the ground.
"Remove your face mask, chest armor and helmet defeated warrior." Lord Areth had a cruel smile on his face thinking of how he would dispatch him, and the warrior would be enslaved before dying a cruel nasty death to one of his beasts.
Annarette had never been defeated by anyone and so it was with great sorrow that she conceded her defeat. Taking off her mask and helmet her beautiful blond white hair spilled out in soft ringlets around her milky white skin. Removing the chest armor, she waited for the killing blow unaware of the effect she had on Lord Areth. Beneath the armor a thin white shirt was all she wore, and her breasts were nearly visible from the sweat and her nipples could clearly be seen. Annarette waited eyes closed and the wait seemed oddly long. He could hurry up and dispense the death blow. Honor allowed her to have her eyes closed and the blasted demon was taking forever about it.
Lord Areth had lifted his sword high above his head to give the warrior death when he realized his opponent that had fought him so hard was female. Looking at her soft beautiful body he felt his penis grow into a huge solid stone. She had forfeited her life on defeat. Another sort of punishment began to come to mind.
"Open your eyes warrior and today I grant you mercy. You will serve til your death in any way I chose my slave." He said with a dark smile on his lips with his enormous black fangs showing. Then giving whispered orders he had his guards put black blood chains on her. The guards laughed and smiled in an utterly cruel way.
Annarette felt the burning blood chains around her delicate wrists, the chains had been forged with the blood of fellow warriors and so bound her powers completely. She was no better than a mortal in these chains and so they dragged her off. Annarette had never known fear but today she felt a cold anxiety in the pit of her stomach. Most warriors were immediately killed, and nobody talked about the ones who were not.
The guards dragged her nearly up a flight of stairs into a room that held a giant bed with warm wolf pelts. The bedding was utterly soft, and the guards locked the chains around her wrists so that she was humiliatingly chained to the bed. Annarette saw a fire burning but only cold came gusting out of it and the windows were small moon shaped windows. The chains were tight and didn't allow much movement and waiting raised Annarette's anxiety.
