On the eve of her 17th,
Lisbeth,
A brave and courageous warrior,
Was sent from her home,
Alone,
To make a name for herself.
Her only tool,
Was a short axe,
That she had been given,
Upon her birth.
Her only company,
Was a hunting hawk,
That she loved dearly,
Called Flügel.
Lisbeth toured to a nearby Kingdom - of the Danes.
There she met Wolfskopf,
A mighty woodsman,
Who wielded the largest axe,
Ever made.
He laughed at Lisbeth as she approached,
"Call that an axe?" he said,
And he cut down a tree,
In one swing.
Lisbeth thought,
And then spoke.
"Let us race,
The first one,
To break this rock,
Will be crowned,
The true champion,
Of strength."
He agreed,
And they begun.
He swung,
And his long axe,
Became wedged into stone,
He let out a wild moan,
As Lisbeth,
Hacked with her small axe,
Slowly,
Gently,
And her softer approach,
Made her the champion.
"HOW!?" cried Wolfskopf.
And Lisbeth replied,
"For I know that hand being heavy,
Is not as good,
As slow and steady..."
Wolfskopf bowed,
And pledged his hand,
To follow Lisbeth,
Across the land,
And when they reached the shore,
Wolfskopf chopped down a great tree,
And carved a boat,
For them to float and sail to sea.
Venturing out,
Lisbeth sailed to a nearby Kingdom - of both ice and fire.
There she met Adlerauge,
A noble hunter,
Who wielded the fastest bow,
Ever made.
He laughed at Lisbeth as she approached,
"Where is your bow?" he said,
And he fired an arrow,
Fast and wide,
Sticking it into an apple,
At the top of a tree.
Lisbeth thought,
And then spoke.
"Let us race,
The first one,
To hunt a creature,
And bring it back here,
Will be crowned,
The true champion,
Of stealth."
He agreed,
And they begun.
He did run,
And tripped and fell,
Broke a twig,
It rang like a bell,
As Lisbeth,
Launched Flügel,
Her bird of prey,
High into the sky,
Silently,
And her quiet approach,
Made her the champion,
As the hawk swooped,
And caught a mouse.
"HOW!?" cried Adlerauge.
And Lisbeth replied,
"For I know that charging head first,
Will do no good,
It is simply the worst..."
Adlerauge bowed,
And pledged his hand,
To follow Lisbeth,
Across the land,
And when they reached a mountain tall,
Adlerauge hunted down a great dragon,
And tamed it's nature,
They flew the creature,
On it's back in a wagon.
Venturing out,
Lisbeth came upon,
An empty castle,
Named Hoffen,
Which sat on an empty hill,
Called Ruhm,
And there she did land,
And claim home,
Where wolf and eagle,
Built her a throne,
She the most cunning,
She the most careful and sure,
Had finally become Queen, evermore.