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They were all there that day.
They stood before the fallen warrior as they bowed their heads in respect for her. With healing wounds and beating hearts they mourned their hero's death.
No words were spoken, for there were none to express the gratitude they all felt towards her; none to express how much she would be missed by those who loved her.
She had lived like a complete stranger to most, like a despicable enemy to many, like a dear friend to few, but she had died as a savior to all and she would be remembered as such.
A sinner she had been throughout her entire life. Her life had been one of pain and sorrow, of blood and death, of cruelty and misery, all of which had been felt and received, as well as given and caused by her. She had killed thousands of people, destroyed countless families, hurt many a hundred times over, and while many of her crimes would and could never be forgiven, she had been.
For she had wanted to change, to become the person she had always wished to be, deep inside. And in her hopes to become that person, she had learned to forgive, to regret, to care, to love. She had learned to appreciate life, and in her hopes of giving others the chance to keep on enjoying it, she had given up her own.
Night was ending; the light of the moon was fading, the sky was clearing, dawn was breaking, and the sun was peeking out from the horizon, as if it were itching to rise and take a look.
And so it did.
Slowly but surely, it rose above the horizon that day, higher, brighter, and more beautiful than it had ever been, shedding its light over the land, bestowing warmth upon everything it reached, bringing in a new tomorrow for all of them, and leaving yesterday behind, where it should be.
And as its warm caress touched everyone's skin, they all raised their heads. They looked up at the sky and smiled as the sun's rays shone down on her grave, as if they were allowing her to move on, getting rid of the burden that she had carried for far too long, telling her that her new tomorrow was awaiting her, for she had finally been forgiven.