Fiona was running, sweat leaking from her pale skin. Her breathing was unsteady, her lungs felt like a strained flute longing to break free. Fiona stopped, and her posture relaxed.
"I can do this," she whispered to herself. She wiped the sweat drying on her face, and her breath steadied. Her eyes were fixated on the building in front of her. It looked like a church. She took a long breath and pushed the door open.
Creak. She walked into the mysterious building and took out a shiny object from her bag. It sparkled like the sun's rise on a lake. The light tickled every essence of her skin, forming a slight slime on Fiona's face. She held it up and started chanting something in an unknown language, and the object began emitting light so bright it could rival a star. The light faded, and the object disappeared from sight.
"I pray the gem stays in good hands," she whispered as she sat on the dirty floor. Although danger was knocking at her door, her heart did not race. Her breathing was steady, her body accepted what her mind could not. As Fiona sat there in acceptance, two men slammed the door open.
"Where is the gem?" one of the men asked, staring into her eyes while aiming a musket at her.
"It is not here. You will never find it," she said with a grin forming on her face. Fiona knows that the gem will be far away from them.
Bang. Fiona's corpse lay there, motionless.