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Chest heaved, fingers sticking to the grip of the sword.
Bodies lay strewn like pieces of trash — her friends, her teammates, her students — left to rot.
She stared at the empty eyes of the sentinels towering above and around her.
She knew it was futile, there was no one to hear her, but she forced words out, past the icy fear that gripped her chest.
“If I am to go,” Danielle sob-screamed, “I’ll die without fear, as a warrior should!” She bucked Brightwind, and her dear, beloved companion joined her, as she fought, with everything she had.
It wasn’t enough.