"Idiots, they're all idiots," sneared Mira as she watched the mindless slaughter. She knew all the years she spent saving those left behind by the elves ment nothing to them and her own life now was to come to an end by the same race she protected. Alba glanced down at the sword at his side remembering all the sacrifices those that were left behind made. Hatred for his own kinds sudden sainthood, and self righteous anger, brewing within him. "I would rather die a slave then live amongst foolish saviors." He unsheathed his blade. "By your leave my lady." "Ever at your side Alba," whispered Mira as she reached behind for her blade. "For our Martyrs, may their lives not have been in vein," he reached behind him to Mira. He would fight alongside the true saint even against his own race. Image copyrighted to me.