Her scream resounded throughout the empty space as the sword sliced through her body. The last image she saw was his eyes, light and squinted in a sinister smile. Those eyes, those eyes she'll remember always. Her last thoughts were to never forget them, they will pay, pay dearly for what they've done. She felt her insides bursts and she exhaled her last, her body lying limply in space. She could still hear his voice after that. It was relaxed, reassured. It shouldn't be, she remembered musing, I will return…

And she did, every one hundred years she returned. Each time her memory of that painful event faded slowly. Her life was repeated as sad, depressing, and each time she felt oddly alone. And now, her memories completely forgotten save one grain. She wonders why she is so alone. Why she feels she must avenge someone, something. Those light eyes haunt her… haunt her every lifetime…