** Story of Altun. Part II. **

** Part I - “Daughter of the Steppe.” **

** Part II - "Golden Arrow" **

** Part III - "Silver River" **

** The Avar warriors love their princess, and songs about her begin to circulate across the steppe. Here is one of them. **

Thunder hooves across the ancient ground

Golden braids like lightning in the night

Princess of the steppes, forever bound

To the call of freedom and the fight

Her golden bow sings death, her arrows fly

Three Byzantine lords fall in the rain

Altun's battle cry splits open sky

Freedom burning wild through every vein

She is the wind that breaks every cage

Golden Arrow, daughter of the steppe

Fire burning bright in every age

Where the eagles soar, her spirit leapt

Zlatá Strela, born to fight and ride

Through the endless plains beneath the sky

Golden Arrow, with the wind as guide

No one chains her, no one makes her cry

Father's tent and golden marriage chains

Cannot hold the storm that lives inside

She belongs to wild and endless plains

The vast steppe will be her only bride

Byzantine gold means nothing to her heart

Where the wind and grass are sovereign

Her legend grows, she plays her part

A warrior's soul, forever free again

She is the wind that breaks every cage

Golden Arrow, daughter of the steppe

Fire burning bright in every age

Where the eagles soar, her spirit leapt

Zlatá Strela, born to fight and ride

Through the endless plains beneath the sky

Golden Arrow, with the wind as guide

No one chains her, no one makes her cry

When the wolves howl at the silver moon

And the earth trembles beneath her call

She will choose her glorious doom

Rather than bend, she'd rather fall

She is the legend carved in stone

Golden Arrow, forever wild and free

In the steppe winds, she rides alone

Freedom's daughter for eternity

Zlatá Strela, hear her sacred name

Echo through the mountains and the sky

Golden Arrow, burning like a flame

Forever riding where the eagles fly