I can still remember the look of them that day I killed her. There was such nobility in her eyes as I had not witnessed in the gaze of the mightiest of kings or noblest of knights, eyes that were bright enough to have been formed from the very flames of the sun. Otherworldly was her gaze, too—and sad. She had entranced me with them: her beautiful green-gold eyes that were so remarkable to behold that it seemed forbidden for me to take even a glimpse at them. And my own vision was burned for it. O, how those eyes haunted me now—those all-seeing eyes with the golden sheen that singed my soul like switch-eating flame.
But my fate was decided the day I saw those eyes, a pitiful fate for a man who had shown his victim no pity. It did not matter to me that my victim was unarmed or growing with child. For I yearned for her death with such desire that the thought of it made my blood race. To kill this beautiful creature was all that mattered to me. So little did I think of the consequences of my actions when I slew her; with the bright edge of my sword I slaughtered her like the ones who had slaughtered my family. It was with vengeance in my heart that I struck her. I had imbued all my hatred of her kind in the single merciless blow that sent her to her death. When I slew her, the memory of my dead wife's face came back to me with frightening clarity. Then I cried out in horror. For I would never again look into my wife's gaze or feel her warm caress. Nor would I ever again hear the sound of her voice or my children's laughter. It was because of the cruel lords of the woods that I would never see them again. For they—the Gaiad—had killed them.
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