Like a glass bowl heated and then suddenly thrown into a lake of ice, she shattered. She'd been thrown into what should have been the worst moment in any a villager's life – a Yarmdon raid. She'd been prepared to die there, they all had been. Such was the life of a villager. They'd grown up with such a possibility permanently in the depths of their minds, When the moment finally came, they were only too quick to make their peace with it.
And yet, they hadn't made their peace. They'd done the impossible that no villager would even dare to dream of. They'd manage to fight back. They'd fought, they'd survived, and they'd won. They'd tasted such a victory, after such odds, they'd achieved impossible feats that even trained soldiers couldn't manage… And now, after ascending the tallest staircase offered to one in their position, she'd been brought down straight towards the depths of hell.
