Darkness.. everything is black.
She struggles to use her other senses. The chaos of battle around her makes it hard... too hard. She knows her friends are there with her, but she is alone. She flails about with her sword, feeling it connect once or twice. It makes no difference.
Blows rain down on her from all sides, glancing off shield and armor. Locked in darkness, her defense is desperate.
No! Not again! she cries in her mind. In desperation she throws herself at the attacker in front of her, elven senses prickling. She feels the jarring impact as her sword thrusts home.
Pain. Sharp agony in her chest. The inky darkness lifts. Time slows to a crawl. She looks down, seeing a shaft crackling with malignant energy protruding from her armor, still in the grip of the menacing dark figure before her.
She looks up, sees her brother fighting for his life, her sister battered and broken on the ground beyond him. Their eyes lock, as she stares at him with mute appeal.
Her vision tunnels, seeing only him and hearing a distant voice cry "Eo!".
Knees buckle and she slides off the point of the evil spear, slumping to the dirty stones of the floor. In slow motion, she sees the same spear driven into her brother's side.
Her face presses to the floor, she feels her life blood pumping... pumping out of her in a growing pool. Darkness descends again, for the final time.
No! her mind rings, No! but her broken body can't form the words.
With her final strength, she prays.
Eilistraee! Not like this! Take me, but save them..please, for the love of all I hold dear. Save them!
As her eyes dim, she sees something... light, burning the darkness away. Light inside her, outside as well. With her last ounce of failing strength, she smiles...
She feels a gentle touch, dispelling the pain like it did so many months before. Whispered words sigh, "Come, daughter... It is time to rest."
The light claims her.