Just a short drabble. Inspired by a prompt from WriteWorld on Tumblr.
Also, yes, I know it's supposed to be Elmina but I have my reasons.
She knew she wouldn't last much longer, but she really couldn't believe this was how it was going to end. All of those endless years of brutal training had come down to this, her final stand, and they were completely useless. All of those mornings she'd woken up hungover after a night of partying with Marco, Garret and Kurt only to get beaten down by the commander. All of those insane standards the commander had held her to because he knew she was capable of reaching them. All of those glances and the endless mocking from those sexist pigs who thought she wasn't good enough to be a Fenril Knight. All of those All of those nights she'd spent training side by side with Raftina herself followed by the hellish one-on-one sessions with the commander…
A bitter smile crossed Elimna's face as she she felt her the cold metal against her collarbone, the two rings and pendant thrumming in time with her heart as a white light blinded her, making her shield her eyes. The cursed demon took the moment to shoot her sword out of her hand and she closed her eyes, one hand instinctively clenching the engagement ring Garret had presented her with just the week before. The sword clattered to the ground as her right leg gave out, sending her spiraling down. She reached for the weapon but it was out of reach as pain shot through her body and a loud scream echoed off the stone walls, the only answer cold silence from the black blizzard outside.