The sound of a bell resounded in her ears… the familiar voice that was one of her worst nightmares.
'Don't tell me.'
Her pupils shook. What else await her after this? The answer already lied in her heart. She felt an instinctive urge to pierce the blade in her hand in her very heart and end her struggles. At least that would make her death much less paiful.
But she stopped as her hands shook.
'No… I have to see this through.'
She mightr be helpless but she wasn 't a coward. Had it been the case she would have killed herself the day her mother was killed.
The weapon in her hand fell to the floor as it began to eat dust. Little by little his grinding companions too left her along with the guard just like the weapon that had left her hand. She was left all alone in a forest adorned by horns.
*Tring* *Tring*
