The girl on fire saw me.
And she shot an arrow.
She was fast.
But I was faster.
I dodged.
I pinned her to the ground.
She tried to beg for mercy.
But I wasn't letting her get away - not a chance.
I held the knife in my hand.
And I cut her face.
I watched her weep and fight me off.
But she was weak.
And I was stronger.
I taunted her and she cried more.
She didn't know what had hit her.
But once I mentioned that name, neither did I.
Right then, I knew I was gone.
The boy, he grabbed me by the shoulders.
He screamed at me too loud.
I told him the truth.
I protested my innocence.
But he didn't believe me.
He thought I was lying.
And then I saw the rock.
I needed Cato to save me.
And I called out his name, I did.
And he heard my cries, he did.
But I fell to the ground with a dent in my skull.
And he came running.
But he was seconds too late.
And I tried to say I loved him but I was too far gone.
Already entering an eternal sleep.