1327 AE

Deep in the Muguma I lone Sylvari fights of Mordremoth's minions, her fallen brothers and sisters. With Mordremoth's voice pounding in her head makes every strike of her sword strained, every thought clouded, she couldn't trust herself to go back to the Pact camp.

She was either going to kill every last Mordrem, die, or turn. The first two sounded the best but dying now seemed inevitable.

She had chased a lone Mordem and it had lead her into a trap. she was already weak, tired, and broken. She was going to die. The Mordem ley dead around her but they were relentless, for every one she killed two more would come.

Even after she had learned how to fight as a Reaper she was still doomed. But if she was going to die to day she would take every Mordem she could with her. The Mordem had the upper hand her weapons were either broken or embedded in her enemies' flesh.

She was down to her last dagger stabbing, slashing, and cutting. The Mordem had become victorious she was doomed.

"AHHH" an arrow was shot through her chest right through her lung, she had fallen over, the world was going dark, the last thing she saw was a Mordem's spear, right as in plunged into her…