had fled or were now dead, or captured. At the very end of the great city, anlooming castle skyscraped the sky, and a single, hate-enriched yet triumphant roar vibrated the entire structure of the castle and echoed throughout the city. And in the far distance, far away from the city, a middle aged woman with brown curled hair kneeled on a hill, with a hand covering her face and the other holding a deadly yet worn weapon. Tears slipped out of her ocean colored eyes and wetted her whole hand.