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The sword pierced my heart like an angry word of a woman. So much hate was on the tip of that steel, I could've died just by looking upon it. The blood that for so long kept me alive was now stealing my breath away as it ran in streams to the bright red ground. My blood spilt, and I felt no regret, for I only knew that life of a warrior and expected to die in battle. But this death brought more anguish then I could've ever foreseen.

I remember the eyes which "freed my soul"so mercilessly. Eyes of blue, just like the skies above. My kind of eyes. Strong and full of delirious ruthlessness.

Throughout all other lives I might live, those eyes I will not forget.

Death was never a stranger, never far behind. I dreamt of it more than once, thinking that when my time comes I will not go in defeat, but gloriously, with a smile, for my killer will be as glorious in his victory.

I dreamt of my victor as one would have of a perfect woman, making him just the way I would want him to be. Kind, brave, and unstoppable.
So here I am, my dream coming true and enveloping all around. And I want to be honored by this man's sword...but all I feel is great sorrow.

I have no regrets for my life, because I lived in honor and respect. I only knew that life of a warrior and always expected to die in battle...but never like this...

The light makes me fly, just as I hoped it would, but it is a painful kind of flight, for my soul is torn into pieces.

I knew that death would reach for me in battle, and I've finally found my victor...with his eyes so blue, just like mine...just like our mother's were.