“No…”

My voice became a whisper as my daughters eyes locked with mine, the pressure of her blade sinking deep into my sternum. Tears fell, glistening like diamonds between our gaze. Magic swirled under our feet as my spirit dimmed, the prophecy had been true. Despite my unconditional love for her…she still chose to take my life. But the sheer sorrow staring back at me, the soul torn asunder gave me a sense of peace. A trust that she did this because she had to. And that I taught her well enough to make the right decision…no matter what that may be.

She held me as I died.