Swords crash amid air and break the silence of the night. Yells come from the top balcony, as guards with their swords on hand rush down to assist their master is in trouble. The cold breeze moves her hair as she points the sword against the “masters” neck and the moonlight reflects from her almost white hair. She looks to where the guards are coming and quickly moves her sharp sword…
The sharp in one clear cut, cuts off the neck of the “master” and it falls to the ground. Before the guards arrive she disappears into the night. Guards look for her but she is nowhere to be found. The sun announces its arrival by painting the surrounding mountains bright orange, devouring the darkness slowly. She reappears at the top of the mountain, and walks towards the edge with her bloody sword…
She drops to her knees and looks up towards the sky with her face still covered in blood. She sighs. Finally the revenge that her father wanted for so long was done, and the “master” was finally dead. Tears roll down her cheeks and she smiles and breaks into a hysterical laugh. The morning birds begin to sing, and at the distance the canons of the loyal army can be heard from the distance…
She knows they are coming for her and she just stays still for a bit, and then opens her arms towards the sky and closing her eyes images of her playing with her father replay on her mind over and over again. The hunting of the wild rabbits, the fishing on the open ocean and yes she can’t forget the time her father forged her first sword. A small one with her initials on it. B.V., she remembers playing for hours with it.
One day the loyal army came to her small town and took every men that could bear a sword, and they took her father. Her father ordered her to hide on their secret house on top of the mountains, and she obeyed, years passed and she continued on living on her own. They got desperate because she heard no news of her father. When she asked the loyal army, they told her to f. off and as she continued her search…
On her search for answers she discovered that her father had been killed by the “master” because he did not want to do the corrupt missions he ordered. Many people told her how the “master” just played with him by killing him slowly by dragging him with his horse, then kicking him until he did not responded anymore and to finish it off, the “master” left him to bleed an underground cell hanging from his writs.
From that day forward she decided to train to be strong enough to take on the “master” and when she did, she studied day and night how the guards rotated around the palace and when the opportunity opened she attacked and killed the “master” with such delight that it had to be one of her most happy moments on her life. The marching footsteps of the loyal army are coming closer and she can already hear the dogs.
The dogs bark and run towards where she is kneel down. She smiles and the loyal guards call their dogs. One of the guards tell her to drop her sword but she just holds on to it tighter and arrows fly across the blue sky sinking deep into her back. She laughs and laughs and blood make a small lake around her. The wind stays still as she slowly hits the ground. The crows fly off at the distance, and the sky turns grey.