Varl felt every breath surge pain through her body. She had no feeling in her right arm but could sense the drops of blood streaking down and off her. She let go of the dagger with her left hand and dropped to her knees. The prophecy was fulfilled, for the most part. She had put an end to the darkness, but there was no sunrise yet. She rolled and fell on her good side. The pain was too great and forced her onto her back. The small shrapnel from the broken castle walls poked at her. She was too exhausted to care.
She turned her head to the side and opened her eyes. The difference in color was astounding. Grass littered with daisies gave way to a blue-green forest. This was what it was all for. Varl smiled. It was the one action she had taken in the last couple of minutes that didn’t make her wince in pain.
Figures started to emerge from the shadows of the trees. As they approached, she saw that some of them looked as battered as herself. They shared the same smile of victory that she had. Maybe this was the brightness the prophet spoke of. A wave of joy filled her as she moved her face back to the sky and closed her eyes. If this is to be her final sleep, she would have no regrets.