Thya felt the tears brim in her eyes but not spill over as the ice of cold determination sealed up the fresh tears in her heart. She had been hurriedly informed but would not believe until she herself saw her father's desecrated corpse where it lay on the gory battle field. Her sword dropped from her numb hand as she looked at the body of the man who had encouraged her to experience, to become, so much more than others of her gender were allowed in these grim times. The sunlight which had been driven from her face over these past disastrous weeks now was replaced by the damped ember glow of fury barely checked. http://www.mernac.com/modules/mernac/story.php?id=532&aid=557