*warning. This post contains graphic content. You are hereby warned*




Sarah sat in the empty bathtub, in the bathroom of the Maritme. She sat quietly in the dark, thinking to herself. Flash backs began flooding her mind. Her breathing quickened, as did her pulse. In her right hand she held a sharp object, her left hand outstretched infront of her.

The battle field was great, and Sarah was even better. Her sword was true, and it followed her arm like it wasnt even detached from her body. Nobody could stand in her way, all those that opposed her were cut down, and left behind to die.

She stretched out her wings, and flew over the near by village, black flames surrounded her body. As she came down towards the houses, they caught flame.

The black flames turning into yellows and reds, traping who ever was inside of the buildings. The few that escaped were seen running toward the forest. Sarah gave a great roar in protest, and she flew toward them, black flames knocking them down until they did not move anylonger.

"Stop!" Sarah screamed from the bath tub. God, she wanted the images to stop! The sharp object hit its mark, and the warm liquid dripped from her arm heavily.

"Please, just stop!" She sobbed, rocking herself. When they did not stop, she took the sharp object again, and slid it by the last one, even more warm liquid pouring from her flesh.

Finally they stopped. Sarah slumped down, dropping the object to the floor. The liquid quickly darkening her clothing, and matting her hair.

Her eyes closed, and she sat in silence, enjoying the peacefulness of the moment.