There she stood with her fallen husband's sword in her hand. Her eyes blazed as she swung at the men, her heart only in the fight. She watched it, the death of her husband, she heard the the man that took his last breath away from him shout proudly, “Men! The general is dead!”
Ha! He'd be dead before too long. He'd feel the pain of the general's children, he's see the anger of General Martin's widow! No longer would that man walk with pride, no longer would he laugh with his friends. He'd be as still as Martin, forever in an unpeaceful sleep that he made for himself by the shed blood of others. Kat would make sure of that!
What more was there? Her children, yes, her children mattered. They still needed their mother, or did they? Of course they did! Elise was only three! What was Kat thinking when she left her two children? Was she thinking that their nanny could take care of everything? She was foolish to leave them. Of course, she couldn't just leave the leaderless men to die.
So she stayed there. Kat heard the beating of her heart, she felt the adrenaline rush. The war would end soon, it had to end soon. Why wouldn't it? The war had been going for fifteen years now, since Kat was only a little girl. Her children knew nothing more, only terror of never seeing their father again. Now their fears had come. Even with all the promises, the unsuspected man went behind him and stabbed him in the back, pain had shot through his wide eyes and out his dry lips.
Now her children would never know their father as more than a general in stories. He was close enough to a storybook character. Always the first one in line and very brave. Well, was very brave.
Kat's fiery hair swirled around her face, her usually kind emerald eyes burning with hate. She'd feel terrible for what she was doing later,. Angry with herself for taking these men's lives away, for stealing husbands from wives, fathers from children, but for now, she couldn't stop herself. Besides, wasn't that what happened to her own family? A father and husband taken brutally out of their life?
Her arms swung mechanically, she didn't think. All she could think of anyway was Martin and revenge. No revenge had ever gone through Kat's mind, no anger like this. That man with the raspy voice had awakened new and frightening feelings inside her.
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