All it took was for me to detach myself from that cruel monster and for her to catch on to what I was doing before I was promptly hauled off and dumped into a bath of fire. Still, I would die with the belief that I was doing the right thing and the hope that I could help save the one life still left from the massacre. My only wish would be that my fellow brethren wouldn't have needed to follow me to death's door. There would be no time to mourn, no chance to see the tyrant fall. Once the flames reached my heart, death would be imminent.

At least, so I thought.