A single speck of dust landed on Kaelin's cheek touching her elven beauty in a way no living thing would be allowed to. Lifting it off with two delicate fingers she held her enemies gaze without wavering; his dead eyes stared right through her as she stared into him, into his emptiness, into his soul. Raising her sword slowly her enemy stayed in place, unwavering, taunting her to take the first move so he could counter, he made no noise, just kept his eyes on her; a sweat bead rolled down her forehead and stopped at her brow. She took a breath then struck, her sword coming down in a arch before severing his head and leaving his body to tumble to a heap on the ground in front of her; his head landed six feet away before rolling out of sight. She cleaned her sword and bent to pray to the gods for a clean kill. After many hours she stood. She heard movement behind her, taking a one foot spin she sun swinging her katana round in a circle to meet the sound of soft flesh. Her father caught it in his hand.

“Kaelin stop playing with that stick! Come have your dinner!” The image shattered and she was returned to reality standing in their daisy field most of which were decapitated around her. “I have been calling you for over an hour! Come on now.” Following her father silently to her family home which she had lived in her entire life a whole nine years now.

She came inside to the warm smile of her mother, “How was your game, honey?”

“Many heads now litter the lands my Lady!” She said with a half-tooth filled grin.