She found her little daughter, found her, in a burning village, and was now carrying her in arms, running back. Somewhere behind them, a warlock was fighting off demons with a silver sword. Shayla was still running after her when a flash of bright white light lit up behind them and pain suddenly pierced the woman's chest. The child in her arms screamed shrilly. Suddenly it became difficult to breathe. She managed to run a few more steps when her legs began to give way and she began to fall to the ground. The child was crying and screaming, and she couldn't do anything. She could only lie there, on the cold, wet ground, and through tears of despair and pain, with her chest pierced through, stroke the baby on the back and try to sing her a cradle
'Rockabye, baby, rockabye' a nasty metallic taste of blood appeared in her mouth 'I'm gonna rock you' it became harder to breathe, with each word blood flowed out of her chest in pulsating streams 'Rockabye, baby, don't you cry' with the last of her strength, she ran her hand over the baby's head 'Somebody's got you' on an exhale, an almost inaudible whistle flew out of her mouth as the body went limp.
