A scene she has been used to passing before her eyes like so many times before. Blades coming her way by someone she wants to kill as she tries to kill them. A battle against someone claiming to be her brother, the murderer of her parents. Normally a calmer and collected person, deep within, Viktoria was fuming with fury at this cretin. And it cost her dearly. A strong desire for revenge, which made her moves sluggish, out of sync. She feels the dagger pierce her heart after whittling down the padded protection of her leather armor beneath her kimono.
“Congratulations, Viktoria! You did it, we knew you had it in you.” A scene of her parents along with the rest of her clan greeting her with open arms and a warm smile, as she completed her first hunt.
“Viktoria, you’re going to go to bed hungry if you don’t come back home!” Her mother yelled at her to come inside from playing too much with her fellow clanmates.
A warm scene of her mother, father and herself in their small house. A gentle breeze would caress her cheeks through the window. The warmth from the fire spreads throughout the house as the three of them have a lovely meal together.
“Viktoria, cover me!” Another scene, a shout from someone in her group during the war. They’re ambushed, sounds of steel on steel collide as Viktoria starts to shoot the enemy. Barely getting out alive. “You’re a great shot.” Says a man in the group, through gritted teeth as they start to patch up their wounds.
“Vik, stop glaring at people, they’ll get the wrong message. Not everyone's out to get you.” Her best friend, Sonoko pokes fun at her while they’re hanging out by the sea during one of Sonokos visits for trade. “I don’t glare at people.” A retort, which just gets met with a laugh by the greatling.
“What is your ambition, sharp tongue?” A scene of the man who had her chained in the cave plays back in her mind, passing briefly.
“Do you think I'm a FREAK?!” A passing memory of Blythe comes across, Viktoria was teasing her about her ‘bedroom novels’ and the man she was with.
All different moments of Viktorias life flashes before her eyes as the blade sinks deeper into her heart. Blood rushed out and staining her black kimono a deep crimson ichor. She’s back in the moment. Looking at such putrid purple eyes of this man claiming to be her brother. She said. .something to him but her hearing was already gone by that point. Her mouth moved for a final time, before her body would then slump onto the ground. Red ichor staining the grass around her as the equinox fabled korami lifeless body lay still.
