Disclaimer: Warning: Blood.
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(Blood...all around her.)
She ran her rapier through the soldier. A gurgle came from his throat as his eyes dimmed. She withdrew her blade and turned away as the body fell to the ground.
(Covering her body, dripping from her sword, soaked in her hair.)
She sprinted forward and jumped. A Fire spell passed harmlessly beneath her. Like a feather she landed, her feet barely making a sound. In one graceful movement, she spun and slashed. A head rolled onto the floor. Blood splashed on her face.
(A metallic taste entered her mouth. A part of her felt disgusted, horrified. She ignored it.)
She spun around once more and deflected an axe. The axe-man pulled back a little before coming in with another blow. She easily side-stepped it. In a flash, she was behind him and raised her sword. The man turned to look at her.
(Right at the moment of truth, she looked at his face. Terror...in his eyes. A silent plea to spare his life. A part of her was screaming to do so. Screaming to let him go. Screaming...)
She killed him without a word. He crumpled onto the floor. Her blade dripped with blood.
(One more... One more life on her hands.)
She ignored the blood of her victims, gathering on her slim armor. She ignored her hair, tangled and damp, the once-rich blue coloring now hidden underneath a layer of red. She ignored that heavy feeling on her shoulders.
(The burden...was almost too much to bear.)
She continued on.
(Almost too much.)
Behind her, a path of carnage.
Before her, a path of enemies.
Sword in hand, blood on her body, lives on her head, she plowed through. Her mind blocked out her conscience. Her instincts blocked out her heart.
(Almost)
A long time ago, she valued human lives. She believed each person was precious, every life was worthy, every individual was valuable.
No more. Here, on the battlefield, no life is precious. No person is valuable. Only this animal need for survival. This beastly hunger for blood.
The princess of Renais thrust her rapier straight through the heart of a soldier. With unwavering eyes, she watched him die. With a steady hand, she pushed him off her sword. With a stony face, she left him on the ground, unhonored, unburied.
A long time ago, she would have wept.
But that girl was lost.
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A/N: Eirika is a very sensitive, compassionate girl. Do you think she would have gone through that whole war and killing ordeal and come out of it, mentally/emotionally unscathed? I think not.
Anyway, so yeah. I don't know what I think of this. But it would be nice to hear from you guys :)