Xerisp, The Spear Of Mhirriah

Mhirrah woke in a strange land. She opened her eyes to see the blue sky, and felt clean , lush, grass brush against the skin on her back as she shifted. She stood up and found herself on the green plains of Mhirriah, though she didn't know it. She looked and saw Mhirria's Spear lying on the ground in front of her.
Why wasn't it glowing? She though. She heard the clash of metal in the distance, picked up the spear and began to walk. The land was beautiful, quite different from the Island of Ozlith. She came upon a holl, and when she climbed to the top, she witnessed a massive battle. The tribes of the provinces all practicing war to hone their skills for the demonic tide. She stood there a moment, unsure of what to do. It was the first moment of hesitation she'd felt since she received her first vision.
"Goddess... Mhirriah... preserve me and grant me your strength." She spoke her prayer aloud, mastering the courage to proceed. The spear was not responding to her, that would be a problem... but not one that she would let stop her. She decended onto the battlefield calmly, as the tyrants taught her. She surveyed every combatant that crossed her eyes as the Matriarchs taught her. Some of the fighters below noticed her, and ceased their fight to watch her as she moved. Some even walked to meet her. She took in the smell of blood and the sounds of warfare and smiled as the butchers and painters taught her, and then she noticed a group of hooded figures, men and women she later found out were druids. She remained silent, doing what she could to intimidate any who would attack her as the widowers taught her. She promised herself she wouldn't shed a drop of blood outside of self defense as the angels taught her. More and more ceased their fight and rushed to surround her. They marveled at the spear she held, some shedding tears at what the moment meant. Some named her messiah, others screamed the word heretic. She didn't understand either statement. When enough had gathered she pointed the spear out, turning in a circle to show that her gesture addressed all. She performed for them, gave then a spectacle to write in the legends that surely would be written of her glory as the leviathin taught her.
"I am Mhirrah, Chosen of Mhirriah, and I have come to take you home."