A woman in a white dress. Hands and feet both tied in a shackles. Battered completely from limbs to limbs.

It's was a beautiful day to die In front of the people that mocked and disrespected her existence. Her tears dried up after crying all night on her cell.

But she had no choice but to accepts her fate, that her time is finally over.. As long as her treasures escaped and live for her as a promise..

The memory is painfully precious it's coming on her fleeting on an instant..

She was tortured. Until she can't even stand to defend herself. She was drowning on her own blood. Stained on her dress that was sewed by her beloved man.

She was the last of her kind. And her family hunts down, her home was burnt to the ground. Beheaded and enslaved. She deviated and it was painful for her to accept that it'll be the last time she'll see her family again.

She was captured, so that her husband and her child would flee.

No one knows she bares a child. Thought that she'll be the last. And it's enough for her even she'll be no longer stay as a mother, soon will her flesh and bones will be part of the earth.

She kneeled down and looked up in the sky, she smiled, accepting her fate. The doves were flying on the sky and gathering around the town watching her..

The man unsheathed his sword and she began to prayed.

As she leaned and gave him a sign..

And saw the sword swing on the air and her breath ceased