The blazing fires burned the grasslands, hundreds if not thousands of horses and men fell in a pool of blood, the pungent odour of burning flesh. King Garrik drove his sword through the heart of the enemy's heart. Shouts of triumph echoed but were silent to Garrik. Tears flowed from his eyes. The two obsidian beads were fixed on the body of the woman covered in her own blood.

"No." Garrik muttered softly, releasing his grip on the hilt of his sword— staggering towards his wife who was lying on the ground, a smile on her face.

"My love." Garrik whispered, falling to his knees; Cradling his wife's frail body—he, a king known for his cruelty and ferocity, wept over a woman.

"Just wait a little while, dear, just hang on a little longer and you'll be fine." Garrik whispered soothing words into his wife's ear, holding her back and forth trying to bury the pain she was feeling. He repeatedly kissed his wife's temple while pressing her bloodied stomach. "Soon baby, soon, please open your eyes for me, hm? Let me see those beautiful eyes of yours." Garrik hugged his wife's frail body tightly as her breathing began to falter. "Breathe for me dear, breathe as if your life is in my hands."