The Shell Of Her

Prologue

As he stares into the portal, his life flashes before his eyes, All of what he has done. He created a Family. He has a wife. He has a child...

A child...she...

He turns around and she looks him straight in the eyes.

Ah, those beautiful eyes. Just like her mother's. 

He gives her one last hug and draws his sword, leading her through the portal.

He fought off twenty guards with his stealth and then...

"Halt! In the name of the king, halt or I am liable to take your life."

He turns around slowly, looking the guard in the eyes. 

'Damn'

His powers aren't working...

"Drop your weapon and surrender and you and your child will survive."

He puts something into his daughter's hand and draws his sword, Squaring off with the guard.

"if that's how this must be then...I'm sorry for whoever hurt you. I will lay your spirit to rest."

The clang and clash of swords sounded deafening to the young girl, but she stared up in wonder at the match, studying the precise movements they each take to attack while also staying on guard because if the sword gets through it will...

Slice

The sword is pulled out as the blood spreads from the wound, pooling into the grass as a few more people run over, talking to the lone survivor. 

She walks over to the body, sitting in the blood-stained grass, petting his blood matted hair calmly. She picks up his sword as the guard looks over, on high alert. She just examines it, licks a little bit of the blood off of the sword, then wipes it off in the grass. She sheathes the sword and unattached her father's sheathe from his waste. She hooks it around her own, the blood smearing her own clothes. She walks over to the surprised-looking group as they stare down at her in amazement. She looks up at them all, her heterochromia eyes shining with wonder at the new world around her.