"Who is she? She's the ghost of the girl I use to know"

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"Who is she? She's the ghost of the girl I use to know"
So apparently if your whole team gets ambushed and nearly wiped out by assassins, and the attackers leave the equivalent of a wanted poster with your face on it, people get rather angry - who knew?
Perfectly happy, functioning family, nothing could go wrong
“Giilvas get up” her broken voice pleaded into the night.
A heartbeat before there had been cheers of congratulation and rejoice, but now a deathly silence hung over the clearing, all except the single elven woman's desperate pleas and cries.
“Giilvas get up” she urged again, she clutched at the limp body, violently shaking, blood soaking through the furs and cloth around her.
“You can’t die, you wouldn’t die, you never give up, Giilvas please.”
She chocked on a sob, each breath more erratic then the last as she kneeled over the bloody body infront of her.
“Giilvas don’t leave me, please don’t leave me, I need you, please I’m begging you.”
Her fingers desperately digging into the now tatty clothes of her brother, she pressed her head against his torn chest and a painful scream escaped her as she clutched on, begging and praying for him to open his eyes, to hear a heartbeat or a breath.
The gathering around her stood silently and watched as the grey clouds rolled in.
“Please ...”
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Jumping the gun by probably several years but this scene, nothing is more heart warming then being the last remaining member of your family right
With eyes the colour of sunlit ice
“ There we go, wondering how the world might look from up so high “