Something silver glints in the moonlight streaming through her open window. There. Her hair. It must be that beautiful, silver hair of hers. But what my eyes land on is not beautiful. No, it is broken. She is covered in blood, sitting in a pool of it. Tears are streaming down her face, now contorted in agony. Pain beyond belief. Suffering beyond saving. I catch sight of that silver glint again, but it’s not her hair shimmering like I once thought. Dagger. It’s her dagger.
