A long time ago in France lived a beautiful lady warrior name Oscar Francois. She was a high-ranking officer of the French army, daughter of a respected Count and General. It was her father's dream to have a son that would follow in his footsteps but since he had none but daughters, he trained his youngest to be a skilled army officer like himself. After the war, the French army would go to different countries throughout Europe for peace treaties, and to establish camaraderie among the European nations. As she represented France in the European countries she became popular and well-liked for her kind heart and uncommon beauty, more so for her excellent skills in swordsmanship.

During her state visit to Greece, King Erichthonius who was raised by the war goddess Athena, wanted to witness himself if she was indeed as great a warrior as the people had esteemed. He staged an ambush to have Lady Oscar and her troops display their battle skills in defence. The soldiers were not in favour of the king' plan but they had no choice but to obey. They were afraid that if the show would be discovered, a war between France Athens may blowout.

As Oscar's troop stood before the king in the enormous courtyard, a group of armed soldiers invaded the festivities and tried to kill the king, his army, and the foreign guests. Oscar and her troops fought the rebellious soldiers and as Andre was about to kill a soldier in battle, the man pleaded to him.

"Please do not kill me. I have a wife and a baby waiting for me." Andre eyed the wounded soldier on the ground and felt pity for the man.

"I shall spare your life but swear to your gods that you shall never harm any of the French army again," said Andre.

"What are you doing, Andre? Kill him," said Alain to his friend.

Andre looked at Alain then at the man. "He is seriously wounded and can no longer harm us. I feel pity for the woman and child who would lose him," replied Andre.

Soon the French army defeated the rebellion. Oscar wounded and defeated the king's best warriors. The Greeks were so impressed with the lady warrior that one officer commented that she could be the goddess Athena incarnate.

"Excellent, Commander. We certainly showed them," exclaimed Alain, one of her subordinates in Company B.

Several Athenian women who witnessed the encounter yelped in delight as their troop became victorious over the villainous soldiers. Beautiful Athenian women rushed to Alain and fawned on him. Alain enjoyed the attention and smiled at his Commander as she watched them in amusement. She wanted to rush beside Andre and asked how he is albeit she knew that a few scratches and bruises are a part of their life as soldiers.

As Oscar turned he noticed that skimpily clad beautiful women were fawning on Andre as well but this did not elicit amusement from her. Andre smiled politely at the women running their fingers through his dark hair and giving him water to drink. Oscar could not understand the pang of jealousy that pervaded her. Andre doesn't need anything from you. He can take care of himself. She wanted to scream at the women.

She didn't want to be kill-joy but she wanted to get the omen away from Andre as soon as possible. She hastily ordered firmly for the men to go bank in their ranks. Andre and Alain glanced at each other in confusion before staring back at Oscar's suddenly grim expression before falling back to ranks.

Oscar respectfully bowed before the Athenian King. "Those traitors shall no longer bother you, your majesty. Please accept the alliance and friendship of France for peace," said Oscar.

The king was pleased. "I accept and as gratitude I invite you and your troop to stay in the guest quarters of my palace."

That night in his chamber, the king was signing a few important documents for their peace alliance with France when he smelled cedarwood and peach blossom in the air. He smiled. He knew it was the goddess Athena who raised him up before he became ruler of Athens. She must have come to visit and welcome his beautiful lady warrior guest. But alas, an owl entered his room and in a flick of an eye it turned into the beautiful goddess but she was not smiling as he thought she would be, he saw the fury in her eyes as she told him she was going to kill the lady warrior Oscar.

"But why? She is a very kind lady and a very skilful warrior. I thought you would be pleased with her," said the king.

"No woman should ever be compared to a goddess," she uttered in anger.

"Do not be displeased with her. I shall tell her to build temples in France in your honour," suggested the king but the goddess could not be dissuaded she wanted Lady Oscar to die. King Erichthonius knew better than to argue with a goddess but since he held such great respect and admiration for the beautiful lady warrior he pleaded with Athena to give her another punishment other than death.

Her affection for the king whom she raised as child pervaded in her. "Alright, she shall not die, but no one shall ever hear of the great Lady Warrior Oscar ever again," she declared as she disappeared into thin air.

Dressed in her night gown, Oscar ran her brush a hundred times through her golden mane as she glanced at herself at the elegant dresser mirror in her bedroom in the palace. She remembered that her sisters told her that a hundred strokes each night would keep her hair shiny as a lady's hair should. She never bothered much about it before but she remembered how beautiful the Athenian women were and she wanted to look more beautiful than they are in the eyes of Andre.

The thought surprised her. Since when had she wanted to be the most beautiful woman in the eyes of her friend? She knew his loyalty and affection for her without a doubt so why did she suddenly felt the urge to compete with women which she thought was frivolous and silly?

Suddenly an overwhelming scent of orange blossom and cedarwood pervaded the atmosphere. She walked to the terrace to seek out the source of the pleasant orange blossom scent. As she leaned on the railing to enjoy the midnight air, she noticed the moon was unusually huge and bright as though it was glowing with fire as it seemed to gradually come closer and closer to her. She scolded herself for her wild imagination. How can the moon be falling from the sky, she laughed. The scent of the orange blossom seemed to be getting stronger by the minute as well. She looked around but saw neither orange trees nor cedar wood in sight.

To her horror, she glanced up the moon and saw that it was indeed but a few yards from her balcony in a matter of minutes. She slowly backed up inside the room while keeping her eyes on the moon and as soon as the moon was in front of her, it turned into a blazing light that Oscar had to shield her eyes from the blinding light.

Out of curiosity than fear she kept trying to look at the blazing light where a woman in a warrior's uniform, a helmet and spear stood before her. She stared in awe at the woman who looked at her in absolute fury.

Andre was walking in the courtyard garden in search for a beautiful white rose. He noticed that Oscar was unusually quiet and withdrawn during the festivities as though something was bothering her. She must be tired from the day's battle and festivities, he thought. He knew that white roses always made her smile so he was searching for a beautiful rose in the garden to give to his best friend Oscar, the keeper of his heart.

"Andre! Andre!"

He looked back and found his good friend Alain making his way towards him. The night was cold and the soft wind blew on his friend's wavy jet black hair.

"What brings you out into the garden?" he asked Alain with a smile.

"There are women in the parlor. Some of them are looking for you. Don't you want to hang out with them? Let us all drink and be merry," invited Alain with a glint of mischief.

Andre's attention was caught by the enormous lone white rose at the corner bush. He carefully plucked it and smelled its fresh fragrance.

"Andre, you're still not hang up on our Commander Oscar, are you? You ought to know by now you have no chance of marrying her, being of noble blood and you a commoner," scolded Alain gently.

Andre smiled. "Well, you can't blame a man for hoping."

Oscar and Andre had an inexplicable connection. As Andre smelled the rose, he suddenly felt Oscar's fear as he heard her call out his name. He dropped the rose in panic. "Did you hear that, Alain? Oscar is in trouble," he said as he ran towards her chamber.

"I did not hear anything. Where are you going?" called out Alain as he followed his friend's tracks.

Oscar immediately drew her sword and started slashing the glowing woman figure in front of her but to no avail as her sword goes through her fiery figure. The woman laughed diabolically.

"Such impertinence," Athena yelled in increasing anger.

She waved up her hand towards Oscar and Oscar fell on her knees as she felt her chess tightening as she began to gasp for oxygen. "Andre..." she uttered in desperation.

Her friend was always behind her, watching out for her. She needed him. What was this overpowering force that seem to drawing her into unconsciousness. Athena drew her up with her power until Oscar's feet were no longer touching the floor. She felt herself gradually losing consciousness. "Andre..."

The door of her chamber suddenly flew open as Andre burst into the room. He was surprised at what greeted him inside Oscar's room. He rushed to Oscar's floating form and tried to take her in his arms away from Athena but no matter how hard he tried to take Oscar her floating form wouldn't budge.

Athena laughed diabolically at Andre's futile attempt to save Oscar. Andre picked up Oscar's sword on the floor and charged at the fiery figure floating in the middle of the room.

"Let her go!" he screamed but as he charged towards her, she disappeared with Oscar.

Alain rushed inside the room as Athena disappeared into thin air with Oscar. He swallowed hard as perspiration trickled down the side of his face.

"What was that?" he asked in alarm.

"I don't know but I won't rest till I get Oscar back," he said in determination.