Voldar knelt before the statue of the great warrior and wept. Around her were the ruins of the city she had once called home. Foes had swept over it weeks before.
“How could you let this happen?” Voldar cried, “You swore to protect them.”
But the statue remained silent stone.
“My family, my friends, my lovers. They were all here. Now they are nothing.”
Voldar rose and drew her blade.
“There is nothing more for me here. Nothing left for me at all.”
And the great warrior Voldar fell on her sword, slowly dying before the statue of herself.