"So, you have decided to join the path of the Lord." said Jeanne, when she saw Sherlock and Amy – hand-in-hand – walking up to her in her Army's base camp.

"Only on one condition," Amy quickly said, before Jeanne could continue. "Sherlock stays by my side."

Jeanne studied Sherlock's expression and nodded. "You would do fine in battle, but remember this – don't just use your mind, use your strength. I can see it trying to spark out of you."

Sherlock's face hollowed and he glared at the, as the English call her, Joan of Arc. Jeanne glared back, but with a smirk.

"The Lord sees something inside him, something hidden. He likes him. He has a brilliant wit for his generation, though his arrogance is his weakness." She turned and moved some figures on the tactics table. "Your supplies will be handed to you by Gilles de Rais, he will be in the weaponry tent. Now go. We strike at dawn."

"Jeanne, I have a question." said Amy, ignoring Jeanne's orders.

Jeanne turned around and looked Amy in the eye with a piercing gaze. Amy could tell she had been restless for days. Probably, because she has worked on this war non-stop and barely has the time to take care of herself.

"Why do you dedicate your self for The Lord? He is only a mere alien from another planet, and probably from another galaxy."

Jeanne didn't reply for a while, but when she did, her face was gleaming of happiness. "We are the same, Amelia." She answered. "We fight for what we love, we support who we love and we never leave their side."

She placed her hand on her chest, which made metal cranking sound, when the two metal surfaces collided. "I have loved The Lord all my life, ever since I was a child. When I was 12 years old, I saw a ray of light in the distance. It was sparkling and glistening in the air and that's when I started to hear him. That's when I met the metaphysic consciousness of The Lord. He took care of me. When I was a child, I always ran to the forest to spend time with The Lord. His physical self wasn't present, but I could feel him close to my heart. He made golden stars shine around me, he formed a golden rabbit before me, which hopped into the distance and vanished into billions of golden butterflies. It was beautiful, and that made me realize his nature must be beautiful."

She turned back to the tactics table and leaned on it.
"But as I got older, he started to whisper to me things about the future. Things I didn't quite understand at first. He told me I was destined to save France and commit Great things. That I would be remembered forever and declared a Saint. But I was only a helpless child, who was living a country, which has been in war for over 100 years, how could I be of use? How could a mere peasant like me save France? But then, The Lord told me what to do. He told me to go and ask Robert Baudricourt to allow me to have an audience with the dauphin. He laughed at me, but The Lord was there for me. I could feel his warmth floating around me and touching my skin.
But on the same year, the things have gotten more serious. The English had camped near Orleans, which put the country in a dangerous and critical position. The next year I was told to go persuade Lord Baudricourt for an audience, again. Then he listened to me, because the country was already in a bleak position and any help would have been useful – even if I did seem like a peasant gone mad. Then one night I saw a bad dream – no, a nightmare. I saw the village in Orleans in flames, people dying, children crying and I just stood there and watched.
I asked Baudricourt if there have been any villages, in Orleans, burned down lately – he said no. Then the exact same village had come to ruin on the very next day – that's when I learned his trust. It was a sacrifice worth getting attention.
So, I went with the army to meet the Dauphin Louis, but on the way they didn't treat me like a warrior, but a weak woman. The Lord helped me get through with it by telling me to cut my hair very short, so they would acknowledge me. I did as he told me, because I was convinced I'm the saviour of France – The Virgin. The only passion I have felt is the passion of The Lord's love towards me. With his guidance, we won battles one by one to this point. He says this battle is what decides my future with Him." She looked up in the sky and stayed silent. Her shoulders were quivering.

Amy thought that she was crying and looked at Sherlock.

"The power of love." Amy whispered to him and hugged his arm. Jeanne's speech has changed her way of thinking of pure love.

The thing between The Lord and Jeanne is pure, even if they are a completely different race. 'He hasn't told her, this is the point, where she dies... In this battle, she will fall in captive of the English and will be taken as a hostage. Then her captors will ask for ransom, but the new king of France, the current dauphin, will refuse to pay. That's when her fate is decided. They will decide to burn her to dust. 3 times, so she would be one hundred percent ash.'

Sherlock and Amy had left Jeanne's tent, so Jeanne could either rest of gather her thoughts. They were heading to the Weaponry & Armoury tent a few minutes away.

"All I have learned of her has been a lie, do you think her death is also a lie?" Amy asked Sherlock, as they were walking.

"It might be. I have a bad feeling about that Lord. I think he has been lying to Jeanne all her life. There's a good chance he is planning to eat her. She's a woman with a great amount of gold in her blood, in this time line, remember? There might be a chance he will be after you next and that worries me. When she burns, the gold will be smoked into the air and he could eat it all without anyone noticing it."

"As long as I can remember, I have never had an imaginary friend, but lately I've had these flashback dreams, which seem surreal."

Sherlock stopped and said: "Me too."