I would give anything
Prologue
She charged at her opponent, her poisoned blade aimed at the Vrati standing right before her. The Vrati dodged the attack with inhumane speed, ease and grace. But the woman attacked the Vrati just before he could gain his balance – this would be impossible for a normal human to do. This time, the woman aimed for his heart, and with an excruciating scream of pain, he dug his steel claws into the woman's insides and pulled her heart out…. An eye for an eye.
At that moment, both their hearts forever stopped beating. A silence followed. A silence that said everything. It was almost an eerie sound. The rest of the Vrati did not know what to do, and so they fled back to their land. It was still dishonoring, as they left their own comrade in a pool of blood. What was once pure had now become tainted.
The woman's death was not a peaceful one. She looked as if she still wanted to wake up.
"This is not an acceptable way for her to die!" A tall bearded man shouted.
"He is right. We must bury her in a way more suited to her power," a woman said, and with that, sorcerers cast protection spells over the dead woman. The male warriors arranged in two lines next to her, then they gently lifted her.
The bearded man led the way, out of the battlefield, and across a stream. How will I tell Voikrum about this? thought the bearded man. He pondered while he walked. The whole procession continued, never stopping for a rest. The people who fought were either tired, wounded or mourning their loss.
They were all heading towards Kratu. There, they will bury the dead and prepare the woman for a more honorable burial, so as to help her get to the land of the dead.
Soon, at the very moment they arrived at Kratu, horror-struck faces were seen. Many people started gathering at the entrance, quietly sobbing or the women were wailing for the loss of their husbands.
The procession went on and soon they came to a stop at Kratu's center. And there, Voikrum was sitting on a tree, near the fountain….