I saw him running towards me in the middle of battle, his golden hair shining in the sun just as much as his blade. I heard the cannons boom around me, smelled blood in the air. There was so much death and I knew I was half of the reason for it. He approached and everything seemed to happen in slow motion. I felt the tip of his blade slice through my skin; his hand grabbed my shoulder roughly, stopping his blade from running me through completely. I felt his hot breath on my neck, and I saw the rage in his eyes. He looked me dead in the eye and whispered, "This is for Jeanne". He pulled my body into the blade, and as I exhaled my last breath I knew that after all these years he had finally gotten his revenge.