First I must say one thing, I have bad speling, please help. I have a very high vocabulary. So if you find something spelled wrong, sorry.
The mysterious figers creeped closer. The shadow commanding them slowed them to a halt.
“You might as well come out, I know your there,” the voice seemed to come out of the fire it's self. The figers stopped, and whirily approached the Fire Goddess. That's what they called the beautiful women sitting in the coles of the dieing fire.
“Come closer, that's right. Now, I know you want to attack your nabors, and Relta is in your way. I'll show you how to defite it, but I must get something in return. I want Relta. You Monetans are the true warriors, not those Reltins. Yet they still stand in your way. Give me Relta, and I'll show you how to bet it,” the voice was intoxicating.
A rough voice answered hers, “Well do that as long as you tell us your name, goddess.”
“My name? Well then, you shall. My name is Larween.”