Wind whipping brown hair free from its bounds, unwinding the white wrapping of the long sword in her hand. The man in front of the black-garbed woman gasped, he had no idea who she was but he had seen the sword in his dreams only then it had been wielded by a man. A man with blonde hair and eyes as piercing as ice with the same blue color. The woman lunged and without notice landed behind the man, he never even had time to scream as the sword had torn thought his body breaking his spine, heart and one of his lungs in two. As he fell to the ground she stood, sheathing the sword back into its ancient scabbard.

Turning on her heels she walked past the man as he slumped to the ground to lay there in a pool of his own blood till someone found him and laid the two coins on his eyes for the ferryman. She bent and picked up the white cloth that had only moments before hide the identity of it. Her long black cloak flowing around her as it was blow towards the dead man.

"Soon my father I shall finish the path that was given to me by the gods, to destroy those who have wronged me. Even if I have to destroy the gods I will see my destiny fulfilled. Now tell me my great sword which why to now" as she held the sword up within it's scabbard it glowed a deep red and pointed across the sea "well then to troy it seems my path now leads me"